Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

“I still don’t see why we can’t just kill them,” Alexander says from behind his desk.

He has his elbows on his desk and his hands clasped together; the way he taps his foot on the floor shows a glimpse of how impatient he is.

I have to distract myself from fawning over him and how good he looks. He is wearing an all-black tailored suit, which matches his dark eyes, hair, and general demeanor. My gaze falls to his lips, and I still cannot believe that I got a taste of them just a few days ago.

It has been three days since Jace, Ana, and I bumped into each other. And let me tell you that I have not been able to get an ounce of sleep since then. The first night, I spent it crying over how much I hated them and how I wanted them to suffer twice as much as I did.

The second night was spent actually thinking of a plan. Alexander and I sat together to brainstorm. He wasn’t exactly helpful, considering every idea he thought of consisted of killing them both. But I couldn’t let that happen.

“They are the reason your child is dead, Aira. If you want them to suffer, then fine; their deaths can be slow and excruciatingly painful,” he had said, and I actually thought about it.

But I think I know what the real reason I didn’t want that to happen was.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

It was because, deep down, I couldn’t bring myself to kill the man I once loved or the sister I have known my entire life. Even if they would do so to me without a second thought, But that’s the thing; I am not like them.

I am far worse.

I want them to live. but the rest of their days won’t be peaceful ones. They will know nothing but torment, hurt, and pain until they are old and gray. And that was my plan.

I would make them regret treating me the way they did, and to do that, I needed Alexander’s cooperation.

On the third day, I told him what I had in mind. He thought about it carefully and asked, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

I nodded. “Positive.”

The first stage of the plan is that we will send out invitations to all the alphas in the city to come have dinner with us this Friday. We have already made preparations for their stay. I had Alexander hire new maids because there was no way I would ever allow the maids back at the palace here.

I have enough enemies to watch out for. and I couldn’t bring Carla in because I do not want her to get tangled up in all of this. Ana is very intelligent and devious; if she finds out that I have gotten someone close to my heart aside from Alexander, she will do everything within her power to make sure she ruins our friendship.

And I would never let that happen.

There are enough rooms for all five alphas and their mates. During their stay here, Alex and I would act so happy and in love.

The first stage of the plan is to make them envious, jealous, and angry. And then we would move on to stage two.

Anyway, back to the present. I shoot Alexander a disbelieving look. “We have already talked about this. We won’t kill them.”

He genuinely looks sad now. He pouts his lips a bit and casts his gaze downward. It is hard to believe that this is the same Lycan king that brought fear to thousands of people.

The invitations were sent out yesterday. The dinner is in three days, so you can imagine our surprise when a guard came in and said, “Your highness, one of the guests is here.”

Alexander and I share a glance, a perplexed expression on our faces. I am pretty sure the date of the dinner was clearly stated on those cards. We head down the stairs together, and I have to do my best to contain my shock when I find both Ana and Jace standing at our doorstep.

They each have their luggage in their hands and wide smiles on their faces. Which are obviously fake as hell.

Thankfully, Alexander speaks to them while I recover from the shock of having both of them pop out of the blue.

“Jace, Ana, I fancy seeing you here today. The dinner is still three days away,” he says, and they offer that stupid fake smile I just want to smack right out of their faces.

“We are aware of that, but I thought it would be better if we came early. You know, since we are nothing but mere acquaintances,” Ana pauses. She says that last word with much disdain, her eyes glancing at me briefly. “I want us to change that and get to know each other a bit better.”

Jace speaks up next; his eyes remain cold and fixated on Alexander. “I hope it won’t be a problem now, will it?” he asks, and Alexander’s jaw ticks. Even though his face remains stoic, I can feel his anger growing.

He takes a step towards Jace, and my heart skips a beat. I grab him by the wrist to stop him. The Lord knows that if he gets even another step closer, he will kill him.

“Of course it won’t be a problem; you are more than welcome,” I say to them, and both of them focus their attention on me. Even from where I stand, I can feel their hatred radiating off their bodies. I find it comical how we are all pretending like we don’t want to rip each other’s throats out.

Turning to Alexander, I place my hand on his cheek and caress it softly. He looks at me in a way so intense that it sends tingles across my body. His dark eyes stay focused on mine, and I could have sworn I saw something flash within them when I smiled at him.

“I think it’s okay, sweetheart; they can stay. Please tell the servants to prepare their bedroom,” I say, and for a moment he does not say or do anything. He just stared at me; it was almost like he was taking in my features for the first time. What he does next nearly brings me to my knees.

He takes my hand on his face and places a gentle kiss on it.

“Alright, my love,” he says, and if I didn’t know better, I almost would have believed he meant that endearment. He walks back into the house, leaving me alone with Jace and Ana.

“Oh, Aira,” Ana says once Alexander is out of hearing range. Her voice sends uncomfortable shivers down my spine. She continues, “When are you going to tell the poor man who we really are?”

“He already knows,” I say, and I hate that my voice comes out colder than I would have liked. I need them to think I am warming up to them in order for this to work.

My response seems to have taken her off guard because she rears her head back and blinks rapidly. “Oh well-”

“Forgive me, where are my manners?” I cut her off, plastering one of my sweetest smiles on my face. “Please do come in.” I step aside, giving them a way to pass through, and they do. My eyes meet Jace’s, and that is when I realize that he has been awfully quiet during this whole interaction.

They look around the living room; Ana has that envious glare on her face, while Jace only looks pissed. I am sure it is hurting them to the core that I am living in a place far better than their place.

Oh, wait, that was my place.

How the table turns.

One of the newly hired maids walks up to us and says, “Your room is ready; may I take you in?”

“Of course, I am exhausted,” Ana says, handing the maid her luggage, much to her surprise. “Where is it?”

The maid blinks up in surprise but quickly recovers. “Right this way, ma’am.”

They head down the hall, but Ana stops to look at Jace. “Aren’t you coming? ”

“I will be with you in a minute,” he responds, and Ana’s eyelids narrow. She looks at me, then at Jace, then back at me again. I see the suspicion in her eyes, but nevertheless, she shrugs and follows the maid to her room.

“I am sorry,” Jace says after a moment of silence. The moment he said that, I have never had such an urge to punch someone as much as I do now.

He is sorry. Does he really think sorry is going to cut it?

He continues, “I know I have put you through so much shit, and I probably don’t have the right to say that. But yet you sent Ana and me a dinner invitation to your home; I forgot how much of a sweet and kind person you are, and I suppose that means there is still hope.”

“Of course there is. I thought about it, and I realized that I couldn’t stay mad at you guys for long. You two are the people I love the most and will always be family.”

Gosh, those words taste so bitter in my mouth.

Jace’s eyes light up. “So you forgive us?”

I stare at him for some time, and Alexander’s plan of having them both killed pops up in my mind. He hasn’t even asked about his child; he can clearly see that I am no longer pregnant. But he doesn’t care.

Forgiveness is far from you, Jace Swanville.

“Of course I forgive you,” I say, and the next second he closes the distance between us and engulfs me in a bone-crushing hug.

“Ah, thank you so much,” he says, pulling me even closer to him. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to push him off; my skin crawled where his touched, and I had the urge to throw up.

I manage to summon every ounce of tolerance and self-control in me to hug him back.

“There is nothing to be thankful for; you will always have a special place in my heart.” Thank God he can’t see my face, because if he did, he would know that my countenance contradicted my words.

We pulled apart, but our hands remained clasped. I find hope and a bit of joy swirling within his eyes.

Yes, that is what I want to see.

I want him to be so happy and hopeful right before I crush him.

Jace is about to say something when Alexander walks into the room. “Hey, my love,” I say, smiling up at him in appreciation for his presence.

But what shocks me more is that it doesn’t feel forced.

Neither does the kiss we shared right in front of Jace.

When Alexander and I pull away, there is nothing but rage swirling within Jace’s eyes.

Oh, I can tell the next few days are going to be quite fun.