Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

Something was bothering her; I just knew it. I can feel it.

I knew this plan to get the people who hurt her under one roof and attempt to make them jealous would be a bad idea. I mean, these are people she once loved with her whole heart; obviously, she can’t inflict pain on them without inflicting it on herself as well.

She isn’t that strong, and neither is she that diabolical. She is still soft and kind-hearted. I could feel her pain radiating off her body as she sat beside me. She wanted to cry; she wanted to scream out.

What the hell am I thinking? Who am I to know what she feels and what she is thinking? That’s the thing; I just do. I suppose that is one of the perks of this crazy-mate bond.

As I watch her walk out of the dining room, I feel a tug in my heart and something screaming within me to follow her. Just as I am about to get up, the fucking pussycat beats me to it.

“Where are you going?” Ana asks him, and he just throws his hand over his shoulder.

“Just stay here,” he says coldly, and the girl pouts. It makes me wonder who is really in charge among the both of them. Something primal erupts in me when I watch him go in the same direction as Aira.

Just what is he about to do? I don’t know why, but the thought of leaving the two of them alone bothered me. and I hate it. I shouldn’t care if she is alone with another man. And I don’t think Aira would be that stupid to do anything with the very same guy who broke her heart.

The very same guy killed her child.

Jace would be a lot safer with me than with Aira, to be honest.

The dining room falls into a deafening silence. My gaze falls on Ana, who is playing with her food idly. I am still in awe of how much she looks like Aira. There is barely any difference in their physical features, but when the two of them stand side by side, the difference is striking.

Aira has so much light and life in her eyes, and it’s incredible considering how much she has been through. She has gone through so much, but that has never managed to dim her light.

Ana, on the other hand, doubts she has ever been through any traumatic event. Yet she is filled with so much darkness and so much evil. There is an ominous aura around her that not even Jace possesses. Which is why I am more wary of her than him.

But the way she acts… like she is the victim. It makes me question my theory of her.

She lifts her gaze and catches me staring. I am not at all moved that she did. She smirks, and her cheeks turn a shade redder.

My eyebrow elevates. There is something awfully wrong with this girl.

“Rather inappropriate for you to stare at your in-law, now would it?” She asks, and a grimace takes over my face. There is mischief laced in her tone, and I did not like it.

“I was just thinking of how the two of you look so much alike,” I say bluntly, and she doesn’t look pleased by that fact at all. Nevertheless, she smiles at me, and it is terribly forced, may I add?

“Yes, we are twins after all.” She pauses to roll her eyes. “How absurd it was for her to refer to me as an acquaintance; Aira can be rather rude.”

“I believe she was upset,” I say, feeling my eyes and heart harden. She seems taken aback by my response but lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Well, you know how siblings can be; we always fight. Do you have any siblings?” She asks, and I think that it is about time I take my leave. Jace and Aira have been away for too long, and it is making my skin crawl.

“Fortunately, I don’t,” I say, and her countenance falls as I rise to my feet. “Have a good night,” I say, then leave the room without giving her a chance to speak further. I step out of the mansion, and my eyes scan the area. There is no sight of neither Jace nor Aira.

Where the hell are they?

Shutting my eyes, I listen carefully to them. My ears pick up on the sound of Aira’s laughter mixed with Jace’s. My jaw tickles as I follow the sound of their laughter. What I see sends me into a fit of rage.

Aira is standing in Jace’s arms; his fingers hold her chin up, and their lips are only a breath away from touching.

Something primal swims within me, and every part of my body wants to rip Jace’s limbs off his body. How dare he touch her!

And Aira… How can she stand to even be that close to him?

Shutting my eyes, I take a step back as a sharp pang strikes my chest. I can’t watch anymore of this.

I return to the mansion and wait patiently for Aira in my room. Perhaps she needs a sound reminder of what exactly it is we are doing.

I do not bother to turn on the lights as I wait patiently in the dark room. My ears pick up on the sound of her approaching footsteps, and my body springs into action. The moment she comes in line with my door, I throw it open and drag her into my room.

Slamming the door shut, I slam her horrified body against the wall. Her pounding heart fills my ears as she holds her breath. Despite the darkness that envelopes us, I can still see her eyes staring widely at me.

My canines sharpen, and a rage I have not felt in a very long time overtakes me.

“What were you doing outside?” I demand in a voice that sounds far from my own.

She gulps loudly, and her body trembles against mine. “I was with Jace,” she answers.

“And what exactly were you doing with him?”

“Just talking,” she says, and a menacing growl leaves my throat.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” I snap, slamming my fist on the wall beside her head. She flinches, but I take her chin in my fingers, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I saw you.” I pause, trailing my hand down her face.

A shaky breath leaves her lips as she shuts her eyes at the sensation my fingers are giving her.

“You like being held like this, don’t you?” I ask softly, and she only nods in response. I take a strand of her hair falling above her face and tuck it behind her ear, making sure to drag my finger gently and slowly across her earlobe. “And this?” I ask her, and she nods. “I need words.”

“Yes,” she replies breathily. Pulling my hand away, she meets my eyes.

“Then don’t forget what the plan is, which is to make them suffer; don’t give into that bastard. Remember all that he put you through and all the pain he made you endure. Never forget any of it; do you understand me?” I ask, and she nods in understanding. Tilting her with my fingers, I bring my face dangerously close to hers.

Her sweet strawberry breath fills my nostrils, awakening something in me. I can hear her heart pounding wildly on her chest, and I love that I can get that reaction out of her.

Our lips are barely a breath apart when I say, “And if you ever want to be touched, you come to me and only me.”

Then I seal our lips together.

We both take a deep breath, and an electrifying sensation shoots through my body, going straight to my member. It feels like my entire body has been taken over by someone else. Our lips move in sync, but unlike every other time we have kissed, this one is more desperate.

It is more needy.

More passionate.

There is an animal in me that hungers for her. My tongue slides over her lips, asking for entrance. When she doesn’t grant it to me instantly, I bite her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. I use the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth.

I explore her sweet mouth as I press her even more against the wall. She moans into the kiss as my prick pokes against her upper thigh. My hands find their way to her boobs, and I squeeze the soft mound of flesh softly.

Another gentle moan leaves her lips, making my member grow even harder.

Suddenly, she tears her lips away from mine and backs away.

“No, I can’t do this with you. I am sorry. I just can’t-” I cut her off by pulling her back to me. My arms wrap around her waist, holding her in place.

“Hey, calm down,” I say gently, taking her face in my hand. Her eyes lift slowly to meet mine, and I see it-the uncertainty and the fear. The fear of giving herself to another man while the one who hurt her is just a couple rooms away.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Do you trust me?” I ask her, and she searches my eyes.

“Yes,” she replies, and that word gives me more relief than I would have liked.

“Good, because I am not going to hurt you. I am going to take care of you, I promise,” I say softly, and she nods.

My hands returned to the back of her thighs, and she knew exactly what she needed to do. She jumped, and I helped her wrap her legs around my waist. I lead her to the bed and lay her down gently on the bed.

I take a moment to look at her, and I am in awe at how beautiful she is.

“I apologize for this,” I tell her, and for a second she looks at me with confusion. The realization dawns on her as the ripping of clothes fills the air. In seconds, she lay completely naked beneath me, and I marveled at how beautiful she was.

Her skin is flawless, and her hourglass figure is more prominent. Her breasts are full and round, and I almost salivate at the sight of her pink and perky nipples. She is cleanly shaven and soaking wet.

Fucking hell.

Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red, and she tries to cover herself up, but I stop her by holding both of her hands on either side of her head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” I rasp against her lips. “You are beautiful.”

I saw something flash within her eyes just before I captured her lips with mine. I release her hands, and she does her work by undressing me. Our lips don’t leave each other’s until it is time to take off my pants.

My member springs free, and her eyes widen. “You are so big,” she blurts out before slapping a hand over her mouth.

I chuckle before pinning her down on the bed once more. “Then I can tell you are going to love this,” I tell her before taking her nipple into my mouth. Her back arcs as her moan fills my ears.

My fingers fiddle with her other nipple, and her fingers entangle in my hair.

“Oh God, Alex,” she moans, and that is the moment where I reach my limit.

Bringing my head up to hers, I position my tip just above her entrance and meet her eyes. “Are you ready?” I ask her gently, and she bites her bottom lip. When she nods, I waste no time sliding right into her.

Her mouth falls open as she takes in more and more of me. My hands grip hers on the bed as her warmth engulfs my dick.

Once I am fully inside her, I spend a few seconds basking in this moment.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I manage to say. She moans in response, and I place a swift kiss on her lips. My thrusts start off slowly, but they quicken with time.

Her hands grip my back, and her legs wrap around my waist, probing me further. Her moans mix with the creaking of the bed as I continue to go in and out of her swiftly. Her moans become incoherent as her walls clench around my member.

“I am going to cum,” she says in between her moans, and I am only able to grunt in response.

A few more thrusts in, and I pull out of her, releasing my seed all over the sheets.

Collapsing on the bed, we both recover our breaths. My hand finds its way to her swollen folds, and I slide my fingers over them. I make sure to keep eye contact with her as I stick these two fingers into my mouth.

“My, my, you are delicious.”