Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

Never in my life have I been woken up by screaming. And it just had to come from the one person I never wanted to hear it from. It was worse than being woken up from a nightmare.

A million thoughts rushed into my mind as I jolted awake. For the first time in a while, I felt something terribly similar to fear. The first question that popped into my mind was, Where is she?

Was she in danger?

Was she being taken away?

Was something hurting her?

This and a million other thoughts crossed my mind in a second. But then my eyes finally fall on her, and I am somewhat relieved. At least she is still here in one piece.

Physically at least.

It was clear she was having a mental breakdown.

Her chest heaved up and down, beads of sweat cascading down her perfectly sculpted face. There is a tremble in her lips and fear in her eyes. It appears she must have had a nightmare.

A sigh leaves my lips as I take her into my arms. Her body trembles greatly against mine, and I tighten my grip on her. My hand caresses her hair gently as I shush her softly. The sob that wracked her throat did something to me. I hated seeing her like this; I hated seeing her in so much pain.

I just wish I could take it away. I just wish I could transfer it to myself instead. She didn’t deserve this; she didn’t deserve any of this.

She was so pure, so innocent.

Aira was filled with so much good.

I deserved it though. I have committed so many atrocities and crimes, all because I had the power to. I didn’t deserve to sleep peacefully while she couldn’t.

Could this be a punishment for being my mate? And was this my punishment for my sins? Having to watch my mate go through so much pain and mental torture was absolutely grievous.

“Ssh, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here,” I say to her softly. I had never been one to console someone; I was actually used to doing the opposite. I was usually the reason people needed to be consoled. But this… it came so naturally to me.

It felt so strange.

I begin to whisper sweet nothings to her until she calms down. Her body relaxed against mine, and I said a silent thanks to the moon goddess.

And then I dare to ask, “What happened? What did you see?”

For a moment she didn’t utter a word; she remained deathly silent. I was starting to think that maybe she didn’t hear me.

But then she replies in such a quiet and subtle voice.

“Vincent.”

What the hell?

Why are members of her dead family suddenly showing up? Could this have something to do with her uncle’s death? I mean, he was the last living member of her family, and I have to remember that they’re not any ordinary family. They are descendants of the goddess herself.

Perhaps the fact that they are basically getting wiped out is triggering something in the ancestral plain? I really don’t know.

It’s such a shame, da-I mean, the royal priest and Moriah weren’t here.

Perhaps we would have to pay a visit to the witches. But that is a later problem. Right now I need to make Aira feel better. Her being this way was more than enough torture for the both of us already.

“I used to have nightmares too, you know? As a kid, I would always dream of being a terrible alpha. Back then, being alpha was my biggest dream. I feared that I would suck at it and everyone would hate me.” I pause. As the memory of that little boy comes flooding into my mind.

The little boy that was once filled with so much joy, happiness, and light. He wanted to please the world and make it a better place.

That is one thing Jared didn’t understand after that day the rogues attacked.

That little boy died alongside his mother that day.

“Jared, he was always the first person I would run to and talk to about my dreams. He would always comfort me and tell me my mind was simply playing tricks on me. And I believed him; little did he know that those dreams were a revelation. I became the one thing I feared. A king hated by his people and brings misery wherever he goes,” I finish, and I can feel Aira’s eyes on me.

“That is not true,” she says, and I don’t bother to argue with her. That was one thing about Aira; once she was convinced she was right, nothing and no one could tell her otherwise.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The room grows silent, and I knew that both of our hearts were heavy. I am supposed to be comforting here, yet I burden her with the tragic memories from my past.

Some mate I am.

“There is something I need to tell you,” I say, and she perks up.

“What is it?”

“It’s about Sophia,” I say, and her brows knit together. “I may have left out some parts.”

The air was deathly still, and for a moment I feel as though I have made a mistake in bringing this up, but this had to be done.

“Alex, what did you do?” She asks slowly, and I purse my lips, thinking of a subtle way to say this, but there was no other way.

“When I noticed Jared was starting to show her more attention than me, I got so angry. I just wanted to get rid of her at all costs. So one day she wanted to make dinner for us all. I played with the gas pipes in the kitchen and”

I paused when the horror in her eyes grew immensely. I guess now she sees exactly the kind of monster she has to call a mate.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

“But Jared scented the gas long before she did. The explosion wasn’t big because not much gas had leaked out, but it still left many scars on his body; it nearly killed him.” I say, and Aira’s head falls to her hands. “Do you know that the day I told Jared about it, he forgave me? I didn’t expect him to, but he did.”

Aira’s eyes snap to mine, and the rage in them terrifies me. “Aren’t you the one that told me that the both of you don’t believe in forgiveness? That you guys only believe in getting even? Well, news flash, he has gotten even. He killed my uncle in that same fashion. We were so close; we were just about to make it out, but he threw me out of the house the second he scented the gas. Jared is never going to stop until he gets even!”

She sobbed into her hands, and the sight tore me to shreds.

My voice didn’t even sound like mine anymore when I said, “I’m sorry.”

She still kept on crying.

I just wanted to rip myself apart at this point.

“I’m sorry you have to go through all of this because of me,” I say even quieter.

She wipes her tears away and takes in a deep breath to calm herself down. “You have also been through a lot for me; I just hate that others like Carla and Richard have to go through all this as well,” she says, and the room grows quiet for a moment. “You don’t want to kill him, do you?”

That was a question I didn’t even need to ponder on.

“I have to.”

I know that Jared was too far gone to even consider forgiveness and moving forward. One of us had to die in order for this to end, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.

A sigh leaves Aira’s lips, snapping me out of my thoughts. She runs her hands through her hair tiredly, and that is when I get a good view of her face.

She was tired. Extremely.

“I just wish there was a way to get rid of these damn spirits terrorizing me, or they could at least make themselves useful by helping us out,” Aira says with a frustrated groan.

It was at that moment that an idea popped into my head.

“I know one spirit that would help us out.”