Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER…

It feels like I am losing my mind. I have not been able to get this damn girl out of my head. I see her everywhere, and I smell her everywhere. Hell, sometimes I even hear her voice everywhere. I am starting to think she is a witch.

I have always been able to control my own thoughts and actions, but ever since she walked through those doors, they all went to hell.

Hell, I even think she is out here right now. I can feel her out here; her scent is all over the place, but it has been that way for a couple of days now. And besides, she is nowhere to be seen; my thoughts must be playing tricks on me again. Damn that woman.

The guard I had asked to oversee the arrival of our new weapons walks up to me. “Have you secured the new shipment?”

He nods. “Yes, alpha. The new shipment will be put into storage first thing in the morning.”

“You may leave.”

He bows in respect before doing just as I said. I watch him leave until he is completely out of sight. I do not know why I am still standing out here. My wolf is swirling within me; he is uneasy because of the scent of our mate. It’s all over the place.

She must have been here earlier today. But why did I find that so hard to believe? It is right; I can feel her standing right next to me.

My head snaps to the tree right beside me, and I squint at it. My ears perk up as I try to listen for any sign of life on the other side; there is none. My fists ball, and I feel myself giving in to anger. I hate how easy it is for her to get into my head and mess with me.

I storm back into the palace, and I feel my wolf whimper.

‘Shut up!’ I snap at him as I make my way back to my office. I was trying to get the woman out of my head and focus on the paperwork before me. Ten minutes pass, and I find myself tearing up the contract in front of me.

God damn it, what is wrong with me? Why do I get this feeling that something is wrong?

I find myself marching out of my office and heading straight down to the maid’s chambers. I cannot believe I am actually going to do this; if I see that girl, I swear I am going to give her a piece of my mind. Because why the hell is she messing with my head like this?

I kick the door to their chambers wide open without knocking. All of them wake up surprised, and I feel their shocked eyes on me as I make my way to her bed.

She isn’t there.

My fists clench, and the growl that escapes my throat is that of my wolf’s.

My eyes meet those of the girl that I ordered to watch-her friend.

“Where is she?!” The small woman looks equally shocked as me, but that isn’t getting her off the hook. My hand lunges forward and wraps around her throat, lifting her out of the bed. She dangles in the air as she struggles for air.

“I do not know your majesty, I swear! She was right there when I went to bed! I don’t-”

“I ordered you to watch her and to never let her out of your sight!” I snap, and she whimpers. Her face turns a bright shade of blue as she continues to struggle for breath.

“Forgive me, please…”

I drop her carelessly on the floor, not caring to hear much of her begging or her voice in general. Heading out of their chambers, I give my guards only one order.

“Find her!”

While they search every inch of the palace, I return to the courtyard. I find myself at the tree where I last felt her presence.

She was actually here.

My fist slams against the hard wood as I let the beast in me take control. Her scent is faint now, but it is still there. I follow it to the oak tree beside the fence. I look up to find the branch poking out of the fence.

That sly girl.

She actually escaped.

My wolf snarls with rage, and I let him come to the surface. He can find her faster than me. I get down on all fours and switch places with him. He tilted his head upward and howled at the moon. A series of howls is heard both far and near; he is sending a message to my other wolves.

The hut has just begun.

He makes his way out of the palace gates and follows her scent in the woods. He chases her scent for a good twenty minutes until I realize where she is. This crazy woman actually made it to the border.

I do not know if I am shocked, angry, impressed, or all three.

Suddenly, a sense of urgency courses through my veins, and my wolf picks up the pace. She is scared.

She is in danger.

Her scream cuts through the air like a knife and straight into my heart. Her scent grows stronger, but so does the scent of others. The closer I got, the angrier my wolf became.

“No! Let go of me! stop!”

Her scream grows more and more prominent, filling me with an emotion I have never felt before in my life.

But when I find her pinned to the floor, that fear quickly turns into a demonic fury. My gaze jumps from the two men holding her hands down to the one undoing his jeans and riding up her dress.

It lingers on the spot where their hands touched her delicate skin, with tears streaming down her face.

They are touching what is mine.

Their dirty hands are on my mate!

That is the last thought that comes to my mind before my world goes dark.

Aira’s POV

I couldn’t move. I do not think that it is even possible. My entire body is paralyzed with fear as I watch Alexander rip them to shreds.

His wolf is the most terrifying thing I have ever seen. It is one of the largest my eyes have ever seen; his fur is as dark as night, and his amber eyes screamed nothing but death.

My other two attackers were quick to transform into their wolves and lunge at him. I watch one of them slash Alexander’s chest with his claws, but my mate is a step ahead of him. He takes my attacker’s neck into his snout, and the cracking of bones fills the air once again.

Alexander drops the body instantly and lunges for the last one, tearing open his insides with his claws. I am certain that the wolf has been dead from the first gash, but Alexander does not stop until all of his intestines and organs are completely out.

My God.

Alexander’s wolf steps away from the body; his bloody form turns to me, and a gasp escapes my lips. I watch him turn back into his human form, and I almost wish he did not.

His wolf was not nearly as furious as when he was a human.

He takes a step towards me, and I scurry back. His dark eyes swirl with so much rage that it has me swallowing. Instantly, I get on my knees before him because I know that there is no way I could outrun him; it’s not even physically possible.

“Alpha-”

“You stupid,” he starts, and my body trembles as he takes another step towards me. “Foolish,” His anger grows more evident with every word that slips out of his mouth. “Brainless ingrate!” A scream leaves my lips when he grabs me by the hair, forcing me to my feet. “Are you some sort of suicidal maniac?!”

“I am sorry, I thought-”

“You thought what?!” he growls in my face, making me flinch back. “Do you realize you could have gotten raped if I didn’t get here on time? And after which killed? What the hell is wrong with you?”

His tone and words brought tears to my eyes. My bottom lip trembles as I try to keep my emotions in check. “I thought I was doing what was best for my child and me. We weren’t safe back there, and-”

“And what? Almost getting used by three men and having your head chopped off is a better solution?” He spits, and I am left speechless. If not for the fact that his hand on my hair is keeping my head up, I would have bowed my head in shame. He brings his lips closer to my ear, and his words send a shiver down my spine: “The next time you try something like this, I will come right after you, not to save you but to kill you myself. Do you understand?”

Swallowing loudly, I nod.

He lets go of my head, and I see his eyes cross for a second. That is when I realized that he was bleeding profusely.

“You are hurt,” I note, taking in the deep claw mark and dragging down his shoulder to the top of his stomach.

“No shit.”

I am about to say something, but he throws me over his shoulder before I can get a word out. I pound my fists on his back as he starts to lead me back to the pack. “Hey! Let go of me! I can walk perfectly on my own; you are hurt!”

My words clearly fall on deaf ears because he makes no attempt to acknowledge my words. I give up and dangle off his back as we return to the pack. When we do, he drops me on the ground like a bag of potatoes.

“Ouch!” I groan as pain shoots up my ass. He could have been a lot more gentle, but I guess I did deserve that after all I have put him through today. I shoot to my feet and catch him heading up the stairs.

“Hey, what are you going to do about your wound?” I ask from the bottom of the stairs, but he doesn’t say anything. I am about to ask him if he heard me, but that is when I catch him staggering.

Shit.

Quickly, I come up to his side and help him to his room. “Don’t touch me,” he groans, struggling against me, but thanks to his weakness, he is unable to push me off him.

“Don’t be stubborn; please let me help,” I plead as I help him to his room. I feel eyes on us, but I pay no attention to them. I push the door to his room open and help him to the bed. He groans as he lays down on the bed.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Where is the first-aid kit?” I ask, and he manages to point at the drawer on his dresser. I get the box and return it to his side. Pouring some iodine on cotton wool and cleaning his wounds. I make sure to be as gentle as possible, but it is hard to concentrate when I feel his eyes on me.

He doesn’t say anything; he just watches me as I work on his wounds. Once I am done bandaging him up, I say, “There, now all you have to do is take it easy for the next few days, and you will be fine.” I take the box and attempt to get up, but he grabs my wrist. “What is-”

My words are cut short when he seals my lips with his. My body grows rigid from shock, but I soon find myself melting into him. Our kiss is slow and sweet, but it turns passionate real quick. He pours out his need and anger into this kiss. When he pulls away, he locks his eyes with mine.

“Never do what you did today again.”

For a second, I caught a hint of fear in his eyes.

That can’t be right. Alpha Alexander fears nothing, right?