Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

“Ah, that is quite the burst of power radiating off you there. Be careful now; you are getting angry. And we all know what happens when you lose control of your emotions,” Vincent muses, but I honestly could not care less about what he was saying.

The only thing my brain was comprehending was the fact that Alex was tied to a chair and beaten like some animal. The only thing keeping me from completely losing my sh*t was the fact that I could feel his heartbeat.

But it was rather faint.

My fists ball and my teeth clench. My entire body feels hot, and there was something piling up from within me that was just begging to be released.

“What did you do to Alex?!” At the same time, the earth begins to rumble with thunder. For a fraction of a second, I caught a flash of fear within Vincent’s eyes.

“Oh, nothing; I just had to knock him out in order for this plan to work. I just wanted to hit him once, but the tough guy refused to pass out, so I had to do it over and over again until he did,” Vincent explains, and every word that leaves his lips only fuels my rage more.

“Why you-”

I take a step forward, but Vincent aims his palm towards me, and a burst of air throws me across the room. The breath is knocked out of my lungs as my back slams against the concrete wall. My body falls to the floor just as pain shoots across it.

By the time I lift my gaze, Vincent is standing right behind Alex with his hand wrapped around his head. “Make one more move, and I will snap your precious mates’ necks.”

My eyes brim with tears, and I shake my head frantically in refusal. “No, please don’t hurt me. I will give you whatever you want.”

“Well, isn’t that music to my ears?”

My head snaps towards the door to find the others walking in. They all had cocky smiles on their lips, and I have never been more confused in my entire life. Mason and Damon took me by the arms and placed me in the center of the room.

All seven of them encircle me, and I meet all of their eyes, all except Richard, who wouldn’t look at me. “I don’t understand. What is happening?”

“I tried doing this Richard’s way because he doesn’t believe in resorting to violence when it comes to family,” Vincent says, and I look at Richard, who still wouldn’t meet my eyes. Vincent continues, “I tried to do this the nice way the other day, but you absolutely refused. So now we are going to stick to the original plan.”

I would appreciate it if they would just stop speaking in riddles and tell me exactly what it is they want me to do.

“Just tell me what you want; his heart rate is slowing down.” I plead, and my breath catches when Vincent takes something out of his pocket.

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Its cool glow fills the room, filling me with its mystical power.

Vincent nods at Malaya, who takes the orb from his hand and brings it to me. She places the orb in my hands, and the glow becomes almost blinding.

“This orb has been handed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. It was forged by the moon goddess herself to capture the power of anyone to ever abuse the abilities gifted to us. Today, you are going to forfeit your powers into this orb, after which a fraction of your power would reside within us,” Malaya explains, and my feet take a subconscious step back.

“No.” is the word that leaves my lips without thinking.

Mason sighs, clearly irritated. “Why don’t we just take her powers by force?”

“The orb doesn’t work like that. If we take it by force, the orb would only absorb her power, but it would not transmit it to us,” Vincent explains. “She has to willingly give it up.”

Damon takes a dagger from his pocket smoothly and goes to stand behind an unconscious Alex. He grabs Alex harshly by the hair and lifts his head, exposing his bruised face. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I took in the condition of his face.

His left eye is a swollen and unhealthy shade of purple. The angle of his nose made it obvious that it was broken as blood trickled down it. But what caught my attention was the huge gash on his temple. I could see a fraction of his skull through the open wound.

A sob breaks out of my lips as Damon brings the tip of the dagger to Alex’s neck. “Give it up, or he dies!” Mason yells, tilting his head. “Or don’t tell me your powers are more dear to you than your precious mate.”

Not even in a million years.

“Tell me what I have to do,” I say grimly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

“You will chant the words ‘Perdo, I miel poteri a causa del mio sangue’ seven times. And while you do, do not resist; if you do, the orb will shatter and your mate will be gone. For good. So you have just one chance.” Malaya explains, and I nod in understanding.

Mason lets go of Alex’s head, and it dangles on his shoulders. He joins his siblings, and they encircle me. I look at Alex, feeling his heart beat grow fainter and fainter with every passing second.

I couldn’t give a damn about these powers; nothing in this world is worth the life of my mate. My gaze returns to the orb, and I take a deep breath, letting myself relax and getting rid of every hint of resistance.

“Pedro, I miel poteri a causa del mio sangue.” I start, and the orb glows in my hands. I feel something tug at my chest, and I do not hold it back. I repeat those words for the second time, and a gust of wind fills the room, blowing at our hair and clothes. When I repeat it the third time, I feel myself grow weaker and weaker.

A part of me screams at me to hold back, and just the thought alone caused a tiny crack to appear on the orb. My eyes widen with horror, and Rebekah’s voice fills my ears.

“Do not resist, Aira! Let it go! Let everything go!”

I continued to chant those words until the seventh time. The glowing orb lifts into the air, and a surge of light pierces my heart. My breath is instantly stolen, and I watch as a spiral of colors is taken from me and absorbed into the orb. When the light disappears, my body collapses lightly to the floor.

As I lay on the cold tile, a shiver went through my body. I have never felt so strange and empty in my entire life. I know I have only had these powers for a short time, but somehow they managed to fill the void I desperately tried to escape from.

I am barely able to keep my eyes open as I watch that same surge of light strike all seven of them, filling them with my power. Their eyes glowed with an amber light, and within a second, it stopped.

The orb shatters into a thousand pieces before my eyes, along with my last hope of ever getting my powers back. It’s gone. Forever.

“Woah, that was so cool,” Mason states, flexing his fingers and inspecting his body like it wasn’t even his.

“Did it work, though?” Betty asks them, and there is a moment of silence.

“Only one way to find out,” Malaya says, shutting her eyes and concentrating on the power that has now been harvested within her. Her entire body begins to glow with a radiant light. Lightning struck the sky, and the thunder that pierced the air was so loud and menacing that the screams of our guests below could be heard.

“We did it,” Rebekah says, a wide, deranged smile on her lips.

I stare at all of them blankly, silently wishing that I had heeded Camille’s words and stayed as far away from them as possible. But I just couldn’t understand. “Why?” is the question I have been meaning to ask from the very beginning. “Why would you do this to me?”

Vincent chuckled menacingly, walking up to me and crouching beside me as he tapped my head like some kid. I wanted to slap his head away, but I couldn’t summon the strength to even get up. Plus, I had to remind myself that he was the one with the upper hand here.

“It’s nothing personal. You wouldn’t have suffered this fate if your father had just done what we asked all those years ago.”

I still did not understand a word that was coming out of his mouth, and at this point, I do not think I even wanted to. I just wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

“Well, you have gotten what you wanted. Now give me Alex and let us get out of here; you won’t have to bother about us ever again,” I say, managing to get myself into a sitting position.

“Actually, there is one more thing,” Vincent says, and my left eyelid twitches.

“What?”

“The deed to your father’s company. Put it under my name.”

There is no way.

My head shakes slowly in refusal as I feel my throat close up. My eyes began to sting, and I hated how broken my voice sounded as I spoke. “No, he built that company for me. You can’t take it away from me!”

“Then I hope you don’t mind that we take Alex away from you instead,” he counters, a demonic smile stretching his lips as he sees my reaction to his words.

“Fine, I will give you the stupid deed.” I say this through gritted teeth as I manage to get to my feet.

“You have two hours. If you aren’t back by then, you will be getting Alex’s severed head delivered to you on a silver platter,” Vincent threatens, and my bottom lip trembles. I look at the rest of them, wondering if each and every one of them would really go along with this.

They all watched me coldly, void of any empathy or sympathy. All except Richard, who still couldn’t meet my eyes.

“How could you all be so cruel to me? How greedy could you all be? I am your niece! Your brother’s child!” I say this through gritted teeth, but not once did I take my eyes off Richard. “Why can’t you look at me, Richard?”

And then he does.

What is left of the pieces of my heart obliterates when his once warm, passionate eyes are now void of any form of human emotion.

“Your time is ticking, Aira.” That is all he says before turning his back to me.

Wiping the stray tear from my face furiously, I bolted out of the room. I hurry down the stairs on wobbly legs and make my way back to Alex and I’s car. I caught the worried looks from people I passed, but I did not bother to pay them much attention.

It wasn’t as though they could help me. No one could help me.

If I messed up, then I would lose Alex.

I step on the gas with all the might I could muster and take the highway at deadly speed. To think that Alex wanted us to speed our way back home-who would have thought that I would be the only one doing that now? Tears brim my eyes, and I am unable to hold them back this time.

Why did I have such terrible luck? Just when I would get a touch of happiness, something would always come along and ruin it. why? I once had everything taken from me by the ones I loved; why is this happening again?

I have already lost my powers; I am about to lose the empire my father fought so hard to build for me. but under no circumstances will I lose my mate.

I would rather die.

I put more pressure on the gas pedal, the speedometer screaming at me to slow down, but I wouldn’t. How I wish I had.

What happened next was all within a second.

A loud burst fills my ears, followed by the screeching of tires. The steering wheel had suddenly developed a mind of its own, and the car swerved in all directions.

The last thing I saw was the windscreen shatter into a million pieces before it all went dark.