Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

A knock comes from the door, but I make no effort to answer it. I could not feel a tug in my heart, so I knew it wasn’t Alex. But to be honest, even if it were Alex, I wouldn’t open it. I don’t want to speak to anyone right now.

I just wanted to be left alone.

I was so sick and tired of everyone telling me what to do. Telling me what is best and how I should use my own power. It was pathetic.

My mind replays those days when Ana and Jace tossed me out of my home. Then I remember the days when even Alex himself treated me so cruelly. Everyone once treated me so terribly, and now all of a sudden everyone gives a fuck about me because I have the power over life and death.

A part of me knew that wasn’t the case for Alex. Deep down, I knew he was just scared. Not of people using and manipulating me; he knew that was no longer possible. No. What he was scared of was me losing control.

He was scared that I would destroy everything and everyone if my feelings got out of hand.

And he had every right to be scared.

Earlier today, I killed an entire forest filled with woodland animals just because I got upset. What would happen if I was near our people and I lost control? Will I be able to fix the damage so badly?

My arms wrapped around my legs tighten, and I bury my face in between them. The knock on the door continues, and I was slowly starting to get annoyed. Until I heard the person’s voice,.

Carla.

“Aira, open up. I saw what you did outside; I am sorry. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, and you probably want to be alone. But I just want to make sure that you are okay. Please let me in.”

But I don’t.

I don’t move a muscle. I can’t. Not because my anger extended to her; it could never. The truth is that deep down, I too was scared. I was terrified. If anything happened to her, I have no idea what I would do. I don’t even know if I would be able to live with myself if I were the cause.

She has been nothing but a true friend to me. A sister, in fact. She was always by my side, cheering me up and supporting me. She was the sister I always wished I had. And even though we weren’t related by blood, I love her just as much as I love my family.

“At least talk to me; let me hear your voice. Please, Aira,” Carla says softly, and I pinch my eyes shut. Two rivers flow through my eyes as my shoulders tremble greatly. I have no idea how long I lay on the bed with my hand around my knees. The world eventually grows silent, but I can’t bring myself to move.

I knew she was still at the other end; even though she remained silent, I could feel her.

The last thing I feel is a tear sliding down my cheek before the world grows dark.

Why the hell am I here again?

Who has summoned me here? I thought that now that my family is gone, I would never step foot into this realm ever again. But yet here I stand.

I am in the middle of a park in the hot afternoon sun. Two boys busied themselves by playing on the swings and slides. They appeared to be around the age of seven.

Apart from them, no one else was present at the park.

I knew none of this was real. Not only because I don’t remember coming here, but because I have grown accustomed to the feeling of the spiritual realm.

My eyes travel around the park, silently wondering who could have called me here. Usually, when I end up here, there is always a spirit that wants to speak to me. Could it be these two boys?

Silently, I watch one of them pick up a ball and call to his friend excitedly. “Jared! Look, I found the ball!”

Jared, why do I feel like I have heard that name before?

His friend has a smile that stretches all the way to his ears. He jumps with excitement as he says, “Bring it over here!”

The boy holding the ball runs past me and towards his friend. I do not know why I got this feeling of familiarity with that boy. I feel like I have met him somewhere, but where? If there is one thing I have learned about the spiritual realm, it is that I could be in the past, future, or even present.

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My attention returns to the boys as their playful laughter fills my ears. The both of them kick the ball all over the park, and something about their innocent play warms my heart.

“Adorable, aren’t they?”

My heart nearly flies out of my chest as a scream leaves my lips. Spinning on my heel, I come face-to-face with a woman that I am certain wasn’t standing here a second ago. She smiles warmly at me.

“Forgive me for scaring you,” she says just as I place my hand above my chest. I stared at the woman carefully. There is something about her dark eyes that seems oddly familiar. They were eyes I knew so well.

I am certain this wasn’t my mother.

“Who are you?” I ask her, and her smile fades.

“That is not important right now,” she says, her voice drastically different from the first one she spoke to me with. “There is a great evil coming, one that you must end before it is too late.”

You have got to be kidding me. Can’t someone take a damn break in this lifetime?

“What evil are you talking about? Is it the alpha council?” I ask, and that is when I notice that she and the world around me are slowly starting to fade away.

“Jared, come back! I am sorry!”

Spinning on my heel, my gaze falls on two teenagers. I didn’t know how, but I just knew that they were the two kids from earlier. The scenario must have changed. Even though the boy had his back to me, I could tell that he was crying.

And it hurt.

“You must decide the path you want to fight for. The good filled with hate, or the bad filled with love.”