Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

Get it together, damn it.

Why the hell am I acting like this? What is it about this woman that always renders me incapable of speaking or thinking properly?

I mean, what is so special about her anyway? I have met so many beautiful women in my life, but hers is different.

It seems the more time I spend with her, the weaker I become. I can’t have that. I can’t afford to be weak because of some woman, most especially a wolf, for that matter. I have to be strong, not just for my image but for my kingdom.

But ever since she walked into my throne room with Arnold that day, she has made me feel more emotion in a week than I have in my entire life. She has made me feel anger, confusion, and sadness, but scariest of all, she has made me happy.

And now I am nervous.

It’s like I am trapped in the body of another. Since when did my fingers tap nervously on my thigh or sweat trickle down my face in anticipation? Everything about this woman makes me feel like someone else.

She hasn’t responded to my request yet. She has just been staring at me for a very long time, might I add? Is she surprised that I asked her to dance? Or does she see me as a fool for asking when I should have just demanded?

That is what I always do-I never ask, I always command.

But like I said, it is always different with her. and I do not know why.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Slowly, the corner of those luscious lips of hers lifted into a smile.

Ah, that smile. It hurts my very soul to admit it, but that smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. It made her resemble an angel. Her eyes would light up, and there would be this soft, innocent glow on her face that made her look so heavenly.

“It would be my pleasure,” she responds, and I have to summon every ounce of strength to stop myself from showing too much excitement. For God’s sake, we are in a room filled with my associates and foes. I cannot be seen letting my guard around her. right?

Taking her hand, that unfamiliar yet soothing sensation goes up my arm and courses through my whole body. What was that feeling? I have never felt it before; it’s not normal, but I like it.

It only happens whenever my skin touches. At times I would have this urge to feel more of her-that feeling I got just by holding her hand-and I wanted more of it. But I need to have better control, don’t I?

I keep telling myself that she is a wolf. And having a wolf as a mate when I am the king of Lycans has to be the most embarrassing thing to happen to someone like me. I am one of the strongest beings on this earth; having a mate as weak as her should be a disgrace.

But why don’t I feel any of that now as I lead her to dance on the floor?

Why don’t I feel that shame and regret as we press our bodies together and move to the beat of the music? Why do I feel almost happy being with her?

This isn’t right.

It isn’t right at all.

But I can’t help it.

The beat drops, and she tears away from me. Our hands are still connected as I twirl her. Her beautiful dark hair whorls across the air, along with her subtle laughter. Our bodies come together again, and she holds me captive with those enchanting eyes of hers.

I am starting to think that I may be bewitched.

My gaze travels down to her lips. I can’t even begin to count the number of times I have wanted to taste them. Most of the time, when I see her, I just want to pin her against the wall and slide my tongue into her mouth. I just want to know what they taste like, just once.

Calm yourself, Alex. You are getting too excited down there.

Deciding to avert my gaze, I take it down to her exposed cleavage. Good God, this is even worse. Her breasts are so smooth and full, I can only imagine how soft they will feel.

Aira tilts her head to capture my eyes, and I am instantly filled with embarrassment. Did she catch me staring at her boobs?

Way to lose control, Alexander.

“Are you okay?” she asks and I do not know why I am relieved when I find nothing but worry in her eyes. There is no discomfort or anything screaming. Oh, I am dancing with a pedophile.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Yes, I am.”

She does not look even a tiny bit convinced. Thankfully, the music comes to an end and the dance is over. What am I thinking? I am not thankful for that at all. I still wanted to dance with her.

I have never been a fan of dancing, but as always, it is just different with her. the way our bodies moved together in sync with the music, the chemistry that flowed from my body to hers and hers back to mine. the feeling…

God, I really am going crazy.

“Wonderful dance, Alexander,” says another familiar voice from behind me. I sigh in annoyance when I turn around to find Amarie standing behind me.

Amarie has to be one of the most beautiful women on this planet. She always found a way to stand out among the crowd without even trying. Her skin is glowing porcelain. Her eyes are foxy and dark, while her lips are full and red.

And I mean naturally red.

Her eyes are an intimidating shade of silver; it is said that one glare from her and any slave would go down on their knees. Only kings such as me could withstand the intensity of her glare.

She is wearing a sparkly silver dress with a thigh-high slit. Her hair, which is darker than midnight, flows down her shoulders like a pin. Everything about her has always been so defined, if not perfect.

To everyone else, but never to me.

Amarie is a luna without an alpha. Some would refer to her as the female alpha.

While I was searching for Aira, it had been agreed among our two kingdoms that if, in the course of the next five years, neither of us found our mate, we would get married.

Her gaze shifts to Aira, standing completely lost by my side.

“So this is the mate everyone has been talking about,” Amarie says, her eyes going up and down Aira’s body bitterly.

I feel Aira grow tense beside me, and I just know that this isn’t going to go well.

“Um, Aira. It’s nice to meet you,” Aira says, offering her hand out for Amarie to take.

Amarie only gives her a tight smile. “Of course it is.”

Clearing my throat loudly, I turn to Aira. “Aira, do wait for me by the table. I will be with you in a minute, and please do not talk to any more perverted men.”

Her eyes go from Amarie to me, and I can see something similar to hurt within them. Silently, she nods before leaving. I watch her until she is at the table, helping herself to some chocolate.

Turning my attention to Amarie, who is smirking up at me, she says, “How good of you to get rid of her so we can chat; you must be so embarrassed to end up with someone like her. I heard she is a wolf; you know you can reject her, right?”

“I am well aware of that,” I say coolly. She takes a step towards me, placing her hand on my chest and smiling up at me in a way I sincerely hope was not meant to be seductive.

“Then why haven’t you yet? I understand if you feel bad for her, but she is the one standing between us.”

The growl that vibrates off my chest shuts her up immediately. Her eyes widen as I take her hand off my chest.

“I sent Aira away because I do not want her to know about the agreement between you and me. It’s never going to happen; I have found my mate, and I suggest you try harder at finding yours.”

She laughs a bit, but stops when she sees that I am serious. “Really? But she is a wolf. She is weak and pathetic, and”

“And may this be the last time you speak about her in such a manner in my presence. If you do, I won’t hesitate to snap your neck. The same effect goes when you disrespect her again. You will accord her with respect whenever you even hear her name, or I promise you the consequences will be dear. Do you understand me?”

She looks into my eyes with horror but nods nevertheless.

“Have a good night, Amarie.” With that said, I turn my back on her and leave.

I join Aira at the table, and the sight before me is not what I had expected. I thought I would find her creeped out as men surrounded her, but it was actually the other way around.

The two men she held by the shoulders looked absolutely horrified. Judging by the way she spoke and the look in her eyes, I instantly knew she was on something. I inspect the chocolates I found her taking earlier and curse.

I should have known these were brownies.

“Next time, they would think twice before crossing me. Goddamn bitches,” is what I hear as I walk up to them.

“Okay, that’s enough,” I say, taking Aira off the two men. They look at me appreciatively before scurrying away.

“Hey, that is not fair,” she slurs, trying to get away from me, but she only ends up stumbling.

“It’s time to go home,” I say, and she takes a step away from me, placing her hand on her hips suddenly.

“No, I don’t want to go. You were busy talking to your new girlfriend. And I got two new boyfriends!” She defends, and my brow hikes slowly.

“I am very sure you don’t even know their names,” I state, and she looks skyward like she was trying to figure out if that was true.

“I was going to ask them. The bottom line is I want to stay.” She says, using the table to hold herself up, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before her legs gave in.

“Unfortunately, that is not up for debate.”

Before she can argue with me further, I scoop her into my arms and make my way out of the auditorium. I feel everyone’s eyes on us as we leave, but I do not care.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t struggle against me; rather, she sinks into my chest and hums in comfort.

“You would make a good pillow,” she says as her eyelids start to flutter shut. We make it out of the room, and as I descend the grand stairs, she says something that I doubt will leave my mind for the next few years to come.

“I don’t think you are as bad as everyone thinks you are. I am happy to have a mate like you. I am happy I got another chance.” Her soft snores follow right after.

What does she mean by another chance?

My chauffeur opens the door to the back seat, and I place her inside carefully. That is when I noticed that she wasn’t even wearing any shoes. What the hell?

She must have left it on the table.

A sigh of disbelief leaves my lips as I head back into the auditorium. As I make my way towards the table, someone bumps into me. It is a woman.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” she says before facing me.

What the fuck?

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought the woman standing before me was Aira.

But I know she isn’t.

This woman… her eyes are darker, and there is something discomforting about her aura.

“Come on, Ana, we have got to go,” a guy standing a few feet away from us says.

“Coming, Jace,” she says to him before turning her attention to me. “See you later, stranger.”

I watch her walk away with the man, and only one question remains in my mind.

How the hell can two people have the same face?