Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

That fucking bastard.

I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Jared was smart, incredibly smart. He knew Louis would have turned against him at some point; it is such a shame that his wife had to be at the receiving end for her husband’s poor decisions. I am certain that Louis must have suffered greatly before he died. He most likely tortured his wife right in front of him before watching him decapitate her.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I know that is what I would do. I almost felt sorry for the bastard.

Perhaps in his next life he would know better than to side with a lunatic like Jared.

A groan leaves my lips as an ache overtakes my entire body. A burning heat engulfs my entire body, and for a moment I started to think that I had been set ablaze.

My eyelids flutter open, but they grow wider than saucers when I take a look at the world around me. It was a miracle that I had not been set on fire because everything else was. Every machine and even the bodies of my men all burned to ashes around me.

But none of them mattered.

Where is she?

My eyes search frantically for Aira and the relief that washes over me when I find her right beneath me. I must have used my body to shield hers. Her eyes were shut and her body was covered. I found relief in the constant rising and falling of her chest. She was still alive.

Oh, thank goodness.

I searched every inch of her body for any injury she might have sustained from the blast, but there was none. There wasn’t even any scratch on me either. How was that even possible?

When I saw that bazooka in Jared’s hands, all I could think about was how I could get Aira out of the way in time. I didn’t care about anything or anyone else, not even myself. She was all that truly mattered.

But how did the explosion not get to us?

We were in the middle, yet all our men were dead.

“I didn’t shoot at you guys; I just blew up one of the machines close to you guys. All this,” he gestures to the dead bodies around us. “I did myself, with my bare hands.”

My head snaps up to find the bastard standing right above us. He was not only fast but incredibly stealthy; I didn’t even notice him coming.

My jaw clenches, and I hate this. I hate everything. I never should have brought Aira here. I should have placed more security at home and left her there. Now all these bastards were burning to ashes, and they couldn’t even do their damn job, which was to protect my mate at all costs.

But who am I kidding? No one was charged with the responsibility of protecting their mate other than me. And that is what I am going to do.

I better die at the end of this all; there was no way I would be able to live with myself after this day.

My grip on Aira tightens, and I utter a word that I never thought I was capable of saying to anyone except Aira. “Please.”

Jared’s eyebrows meet his hairline. A sadistic smile lifts his lips, and he leans in to hear me better. “I am sorry, what did you say?” he asks with mockery mixed in his tone.

“Please don’t kill her,” I elaborate, and he feigns a pout.

“Oh my, this is quite touching and surprising. I have waited for years for this day to see you defeated and hopeless as you begged for mercy. I knew you would never beg when it came to your own life; it was a gamble, but I knew that one day you would fall in love. I knew that one day there would be a life that you would come to actually cherish. And look at you now, completely and utterly broken. It is like a dream come true,” Jared says with the widest smile I have ever seen on his face.

“You are right. I have found someone that actually mattered after my mother died, after Sophia.”

“Don’t you dare mention her name!” Jared roars, and before I could get the chance to even blink, he takes out a dagger and embeds it in my abdomen.

Pain bursts throughout my body, and a metallic liquid oozes out of my mouth. My hand goes up to the dagger’s handle, and I pull the weapon out of my abdomen. A pained groan leaves my lips as I try to curtail the pain.

“You really are pathetic,” Jared seethes as he looks down at me with a blazing hatred.

“I know,” I manage to say, ignoring the maddening pain that consumed me. “But she isn’t. She is pure. I am sorry for what I had done to Sophia and her mother. I know that my apology would mean nothing to you after all these years, but please, for the sake of the friendship we once shared, dont harm Aira. You are better than this; you are better than me.”

Silence.

Jared didn’t utter a word as he stared down at me. Instead, he takes out his gun and turns off the safety. “You are right, I am better than you.”

He aims the barrel of his weapon at my head and says, “Which is why I am not going to subject you to the same torture you subjected me to. I won’t let you live a second without your mate. Which is why I will kill you first and then her. Who knows, I might even have a little fun with her before I do.”

Every ounce of common sense left my body at that moment. All I wanted to do was rip his head off before he could even think of laying his hands on Aira. But then a small tug stops me from pouncing on him.

“Any last words, old friend?” Jared asked me, and a smirk lifted my lips.

“I wish you the best in your endeavors,” I say, and he appears horrified by my words. That was before I added, “Because my mate is like no other to exist.”

Jared grows pale as his eyes fall to Aira’s glowing ones.

“I said,” Aira starts, her voice sounding like that of an angry God. “Go to hell!”

I watched with amazement as the earth beneath Jared’s feet began to sink him in. Hands emerge from the earth and drag him down to the earth’s core.

He was knee deep when panic washed over him. He aimed his gun at Aira instead, but before he could pull the trigger, I snatched the gun from him. But he gets a hold of my shirt instead.

“If I go down, then you go down with me!” Jared roars in my face as he gets swallowed up to his stomach.

“Think again, you bastard,” Aira seethes before shooting up to her feet. The rage in her eyes was terrifying, even to me. “This is for my uncle,” she says, and to my horror, she takes out the dagger from my back pocket and severs Jared’s hand.

His roar of pain fills the earth, and at this point he was already shoulders deep into the earth.

That is when I saw it.

That is when I saw his pain.

“This isn’t fair; I just wanted justice,” are his last words before he is finally consumed by the demons of the underworld.

Silence.

There was no sound to be heard other than the cackling of fire around us.

I felt something wet slide down my cheek, and I curse beneath my breath when I realize what it is. Angrily, I wipe it away and I feel Aira’s eyes on me.

“Let’s go home,” I say solemnly, but she grabs me by the hand.

“Wait. There is something I want you to see.”