My Second Chance

Sapphire's P.O.V

I pretended to be asleep as my mates scent enveloped me.

"You aren't asleep kitten." He stated before crawling into the space beside me, wrapping his strong arms around me. I internally groaned. Great, just great.

I made no response and kept my eyes shut. "Hey, you aren't asleep." He poked the upper of my arm. "I'm going to." I mumbled. "Okay. But it doesn't change that I want to annoy you." He chuckled. "Well, it's working." I muttered. "So... What did you and my mother talk about?" He asked questionly. I felt my muscles tense up at the topic. "It's nothing. Go to sleep, okay?" I said, forcing my tensed body to relax and snuggling into his chest, relishing the comfort it provided.

"I don't want to sleep." He grumbled. "Why?" I asked, turning around to face him. "How can I sleep when I have such a gorgeous girl beside me?" He grinned and kissed me hungrily. Awww, Gwen cooed and I internally swooned. But I knew that I would let something about me and Georgia slip if I wavered. So instead, I snorted. "I'm not beautiful." I scoffed. Ryder widened his eyes as if my comment was faker than a plastic Barbie. Yes, I just used a Barbie to describe the moment, deal with it. P.S. to all those Barbie lovers out there, no offense. "You gotta go get glasses or something." He muttered. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Now sleep, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow." I smiled sweetly. "Come on, just a little make out session?" He had his grey puppy eyes on.

"Fine." I sat up and straddled him. He had a devilish grin on his face. I mean, who can say no to those beautiful eyes?

Sure, that's the reason you agreed, Gwen snorted. Yeah, it's not like you actually internally wanted it or something. It's not like I can read your mind and know how you feel...Gwen drawled. No... I had no choice, I argued. But a little part of my brain said in a pitched and high voice, well... Shut up, brain, I snapped mentally.

After a 15 minute hot and heavy make out session, I was lying on the bed panting. "Gods you taste amazing." He smirked. I let out a little laugh. "We can do it tomorrow again right?" He asked hopefully. "Maybe." I teased. "Oh come on." He groaned. "Okay, fine. Just go to sleep. And mind you, no drawing on my face again." I gave him a warning glance. "Okay." He kissed me lightly and I snuggled into his chest once more.2

In a few minutes, he dozed off and snored lightly. I thought back at Georgia and I's conversation.

wooden doors open, revealing a large room, almost as large as my mate's office. I knew that this was the room where meetings were usually held as I stepped in. It had a heavy and

let my guard down and watched curiously. She took a small leather pouch out and

gold dagger. It had ancient writing on it's blade. I knew what it was once

The legendary dagger...

only one in the whole world." I gasped, taking a step back. She ignored the question and instead eyed me. "You

takes longer to heal and gold burns against our skin, just like silver does on a werewolf. But the dagger Georgia was holding, it rips demon souls out of their bodies very slowly and painfully. It doesn't matter if I'm half werewolf,

again. While werewolves needs to be careful of silver,

once he knows it was his mother who killed his mate? Would he be angry at her? Or will he hate me because I didn't tell him? Will he be sad?

"What do you think I'm going to do with you?" She asked steely calm, so calm it scared

said, surprising myself. I felt no hint panic or fear, as if I have been

smiled. A small but genuine

She smiled amusely. "Why?" I widened my eyes. She raised an eyebrow as if to challenge me to explain to her. "I mean, that's the first thing that crosses people minds isn't it? See something you fear or don't like, kill it." I shrugged. "You do know you are comparing yourself to rats, cockroaches and all sorts of insects, right?" An amused glint still in her eyes. "I guess I am." I smiled a little, despite the situation I was

gone soon anyway." It slipped out of my mouth. "To answer your question, no. I'm not killing you." She smiled. I blinked once, then twice. "You aren't killing me?" I widened my eyes in disbelief, my gaze flicking between the dagger and her face. "Why should I? You mean no harm." She shrugged. "No harm? How can you be so sure?" I scoffed. "Please, if you wanted to kill us all, you would've done it earlier, once you reached this pack." She smirked. "But... your husband, he was killed my...my father, a demon. Doesn't it mean something to you?" I asked hesitantly. "It had nothing

and stated that it was an accident but you didn't. Four, you're half demon, you aren't pure evil. You still have a nice heart in there." She smiled at me and I felt my heart warm

cocked my head to the left a little. "Thanks to the book your father left.