Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

This was complete and utter madness.

This was clearly a trap, and he knows it, yet he is walking right into it like he has nine lives. I bet he thinks he does after being killed once and coming back to life. Cocky bastard.

It has been ten minutes since Alex and his men left the yard, but I still have this uneasy feeling. I have been pacing back and forth on the front steps, and I was already feeling impatient. I mean, I know they can’t finish the job in ten minutes, but it would be nice if they came back home about now.

“It’s cold tonight, Luna. You need to go inside and keep warm; your pacing about out here isn’t going to change anything,” Arnold says, and a sigh leaves my lips. He has been silently watching me since Alex left with the others. He was leaned up against a pillar with his arms folded above his chest.

I still do not make an attempt to go in. My eyes remained glued to the gate. His sigh fills my ears, followed by his nearing footsteps. A hand is placed on my shoulder, and my eyes lock with Arnold’s.

“They will be back, Luna. I know both Alexander and Jared, and let me tell you, it doesn’t matter how strong Jared may have gotten; the alpha is always one step ahead of him. Just at least go inside; I am not sure he would appreciate returning home to find you shivering and suffering from a cold,” Arnold says persistently, and I nod slowly in understanding, even though in reality I preferred to stay right here.

I take one last glance at the gates before heading back inside. This unease I feel… It is just too much. I need someone to speak to. Perhaps Carla will be able to take my mind off things.

I make my way down to the maid’s chambers, and the second I push the door open, I instantly regret it. Carla is perched atop my uncle with their hands all over each other. Their kiss was fast and sloppy. They barely had any clothes on; the only form of covering they had was their underwear.

It takes them both a moment to notice me, and the second they do, they jump off each other. Carla hurriedly goes for her clothes; Uncle Richard, on the other hand, lies leisurely and shamelessly atop the bed.

“Aira, I am so sorry. I didn’t know you would be coming. Carla stutters out, and I raise my hand to silence her.

“It’s fine. I will come back later; it seems I am interrupting something,” I say, and Uncle Richard smiles gratefully at me, snaking his arm around Carla and pulling her back on the bed.

“Thank you very much,” he says, but Carla slaps his arm away and rushes over to me, adjusting the straps of her dress on her hands.

“Don’t mind him. I was just about to come to see you. Let’s go somewhere we can talk; there is so much I want to tell you,” Carla says, pulling me out of the maid chambers.

Richard throws his arms in the air and exclaims, “Hey! I want to join in on the gossip too.”

That was the last thing we heard him say before stepping out of the room. Once Carla and I were further away from Richard’s hearing range, we burst into a fit of laughter.

“You have no idea how long I have been trying to escape that man,” Carla says in between chuckles, and I shoot her a playful glare.

“Don’t act like you are not enjoying how he is all over you,” I tease her, and her cheeks turn two shades redder.

“I mean, it is okay,” she draws out, looking all cute and bashful.

The smile that lifts my lips is genuine. It warmed my heart to see her like this. “You love him, don’t you?” I ask her, and she purses her lips.

“I don’t know. I think I do. I just know that what I feel for him, I have never felt for anyone before,” she says, and for a moment she appears deep in thought. She shakes her head as though she were trying to get rid of those thoughts. Then she says, “Anyways, let’s talk about you now. You didn’t look quite happy when you walked through that door.”

“Ah, well, you know, Alex just went on a suicide mission; you know the usual,” I say with a nervous laugh, but Carla only looks at me with concern.

“You are scared, aren’t you?” She asks, and this time it is my turn to purse my lips.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Of course I am,” I mutter, and she places a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“He is going to be fine, Aira. Trust the alpha; he is a smart man and knows what he is doing,” she says, but I still have a hard time believing her words. I do not know why I get this feeling that something is about to go terribly wrong.

“You know what? Why don’t I make us some desert? We could watch a movie while we ate. You know to take our minds off everything and actually relax,” Carla suggests, and before I can respond, someone else does it for me.

“That sounds like a great idea!”

Carla and I jump as Richard comes from behind us and snakes his arms around our shoulders. Carla places a hand on her chest and says, “Good Lord, you scared me.”

“Sorry, my love,” Richard says, and the endearment has my eyebrows touching my hairline. He places a swift kiss on her lips and says, “How about I help you in the kitchen?”

“I would love that,” Carla says before her eyes fall on me. “Aira, are you coming?”

“I will be down with you guys in a minute,” I tell her, and she nods before walking away with Richard. I watch the both of them until they are completely out of sight.

Why did I still have this feeling like I wasn’t alone?

I really am getting paranoid.

The second I turn on my heel, everything else happens in one second.

I didn’t get to see the person; all I know is that they wrapped their hand around my mouth. Something pierces my neck before I can react, and the world grows dark in an instant.