A Second Chance With My Tribrid Alpha King

LOGAN’S POV

“No, you’re not an imbalance of nature.” Isobel shook her head in disagreement.

“But you all locked Ryan up, for years, because…”

“Because he killed his mate, through the wrong use of his abilities.”

“We are saying the same thing.” I insisted, and she shook her head again.

“No, we are not! Ryan was hybrid, and couldn’t control the excessive surge of his energy.”

“I am a tribrid! Isn’t it supposed to be worse on my side?”

“What makes you tribrid?!” She yelled in exasperation, and Keturah walked into the tent, chuckling as she did.

“He is proving to be a handful, not so?” She asked Isobel, who exhaled. I had been in the witches territory for the past week, learning how to summon and control my magic. Isobel insisted it was necessary.

“My witch gene makes me tribrid.” I replied to Isobel, who clapped her hands.

“Exactly! You already have magic, and that helps you control your vampire and werewolf sides.”

“So I don’t need the help of my mate to control my energy, and act as an insulator in dire situations?” I asked, hoping to get an answer that would let me be rid of Audrey once I returned to the palace.

“We may be witches and custodians of magic, but sometimes, we get lost in our magic and cause havoc too. You are not a god or goddess, so you can’t be too careful.” Isobel said.

“So, in essence?”

“In essence, you need your mate. She was given to you for a reason.”

“But I thought you said I can control my….”

“Like I said, you can never be too careful. We may be the direct connection between the goddess and her people, but that doesn’t mean we know everything. The goddess is the only one who can give you that particular answer you seek.”

“In other words?” I asked, already getting irritated.

“In other words, embrace your calling as the chief custodian of our race. That is what Hecate wants from you.”

“It just won’t work, Isobel.” I stood up from the stool I had been sitting on. “I have a kingdom to lead. I cannot be two things at a time. I can’t serve two kingdoms at a time.”

“All you really have to do, is trust the plans of Hecate. She is not a goddess that leads her people astray.” She stood up as well, and walked out of the tent. I stood there in confusion, not knowing what to do. I looked at Keturah, who was busy with her prayers, and decided to give her some space.

Walking out of the tent into the open field, I spotted my mother and her ‘beloved’. I didn’t know how to feel about it all. Knowing how much my father had longed for her all these years, and now she’s returned, looking the same and having a new lover. My father was going to be truly hurt, and it would hurt me in turn. It wasn’t news that my father had never really loved Sebastian’s mom, but he tried to be a good husband nonetheless. The funny thing was, all the while, he had no idea the very same woman whom he tried to do right by, was the major cause of his predicaments.

“Logan!” She called out to me the moment she noticed my presence. I stood in my place, not wanting to go to her. I wasn’t surprised when she whispered something into Dante’s ears, before making her way to me. “Hey.” She smiled, looking up at me. It was so weird that my mother seemed like a girl within my age range. I was probably never going to get used to that.

“Hey.” I muttered in response. She grabbed my hand and sandwiched it in between both of hers. The look of plea in her eyes, were more than enough to make my heart melt.

“I cannot remain here.” I said. “I don’t think I can give Isobel what she wants.” I explained.

“It’s not about Isobel, or the kingdoms. It’s about you.” She gave a small smile. “The goddesses are never authors of confusion. In time, they would make want they want from you, clearer for you to understand.”

“So I should take my time?” I asked, and she nodded in agreement.

“And about your mate….”

“It wouldn’t work.” I cut her off.

We both remained silent after my statement. She pulled her hands away from mine, and cupped my cheeks instead. “Go easy on her. Please.”

“I can’t promise you that.” I sighed. “She sinned terribly against me, and she deserves to be punished.” I wasn’t really sure about what I was going to do to Audrey, but I wanted to cause her as much pain as she caused me. “Would you be returning to the palace with me?” I asked, changing the topic.

“Yes, but only for a short while.” She sighed. “Not only do I wish to be with my daughter for atleast, a day, I also have pending discussions with your father. He needs closure.”

“So there is no hope for you both to be together anymore?” I asked, feeling hopeful.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. I could feel Dante’s eyes fixed on me, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me he had been listening in on our conversation. Super hearing. That was a vampire ability I was quick getting used to.

“Of course.” I nodded. “And I respect your wish.”

“Thank you. You think Layla would be cool with it as well?” She muttered, and I shrugged.

“She should.”

Suddenly, there was a loud scream from one of the tents, and several witches started running towards the particular area.

“Wait here.” My mother muttered to me and the next minute, she had disappeared. I stayed in my spot like she had asked, and Dante walked up to me.

“Hey.” He waved at me.

“Hey.” I responded, looking at him blankly. We stayed silent for a while, before he spoke up.

“I really love Brienne.”

“Good for you.” I yawned in exhaustion.

“And she loves me too.”

“Okay….. So why are you bothered?”

“If I’m not bothered, then my love for her should be questioned.” He muttered. True, I hated to admit. But he was right.

“So what do you want from me?”

“Your approval.”

“It’s weird that my approval would matter, considering the fact I didn’t know what my mother looked like, until a week ago.” And I was being honest. I didn’t think I was significant enough to have a say in her life.

“Brienne has no other children or family elsewhere. And she wouldn’t have left, if it wasn’t necessary to protect you both. In other words, she has carried you in her heart all these years, and you’re very significant to her. If you weren’t so significant, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Fine.” I nodded. “If it makes any difference, you both have my support.”

“Thank you.” He gave a tight smile. “Love?” He called out, looking behind me. I turned back to see my mother standing there.

“What happened?” I asked, and she released a very deep sigh.

“Apparently there’s a werewolf around, who came visiting her cousin. She’s literally going crazy. She wants to kill herself.”

“Why?!” I rushed out in shock.

“Her mate rejected her.” She replied.

“Ohhh…” But even at that.

“You know what’s worse?” She asked, and I shook my head in negation. “He marked her, so she may never be able to find a second chance mate, except he dies.”

“Is that a thing?” I asked in doubt, and she nodded.

“I have heard of the possibility, but it’s never really played out until now.” She explained.

“But most wolves who are rejected, still find a second chance mate.” I shrugged.

“Most wolves who are rejected by their mates, never really get to the point of marking each other, do they?”

“So, what you are trying to say is that her mate’s actions have prevented her from finding a second chance mate?”

“I guess?”

“How long has she been rejected for?” I asked.

“A couple of years.” She replied.

“That’s not enough guarantee, love.” Dante frowned slightly. “I believe it’s just coincidence that she hasn’t found a second chance mate. Or she’s probably fated to not have a second chance mate. I just don’t think the moon goddess would give such power to wolves. I mean, having the power to prevent a mate you rejected, from having another mate? Isn’t that the height of jealousy?” He laughed heartily. The topic was undoubtedly funny, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities.

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