Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

It’s a full moon tonight.

The perfect night to get mated to the one I have been searching for. This must be added to one of the craziest things I have ever done. I never knew I would end the day getting married to Aira. Believe me when I say it is long overdue.

Earlier in the car, when she looked at me, demanding to know why I hadn’t mated her, it broke me. She looked at me like I did not want her, like I did not love her, like I wouldn’t sacrifice this world for her.

The truth of the matter is that I was scared. I was scared of getting mated to her.

My feelings towards her will only intensify, and that is destructive enough already. I am afraid of what I will do or who I will be after I marry her. I am already a mad man whenever it comes to her. What will become of me and the people around me after I mate with her?

I was scared for the both of us. We are not a normal couple. I am a Lycan, and she is what? Part wolf? Part spiritual being? I did not care to know exactly who she was. The problem was the fact that we weren’t a normal couple; things would be different for us.

Whatever she feels, I will feel it too. And whatever I feel, she does as well, and that terrified the hell out of me. I did not want her to feel what I feel most of the time. It is agonizing and unbearable.

But then again, I must admit that I am selfish. I cannot hold back any longer. I want to have her in every way possible. I want us to be truly one, just as it was destined for us to be. And with the council breathing down our necks and wanting to keep her as some sort of trophy or weapon, I cannot afford to prolong this any further.

I stand at the altar with my hands clasped in front of me. My foot tapped impatiently on the ground, and I checked the time on my watch for what felt like the millionth time. Where is she? I thought I was told that she was ready. Is she having second thoughts about mating with me?

I wouldn’t blame her if she did. I wouldn’t want you to mate with me either. Especially after all the pain and torment I have caused her. I should have known this was a bad idea. My lips part to inform the priestess to just go home when I see her.

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She looks like a goddess walking down that aisle. From her hair down to her feet, she was absolutely magnificent. Her smile did something for me. Her eyes pinned me down to the spot, and I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened at the mere sight of her.

I almost wanted to cry.

With all the bad things I have done, I never thought that I would get to call a woman like her my mate. After the oracle told me where to find her, I was expecting someone with an ugly and low standard. I thought that the goddess would punish me by giving me a terrible mate.

When I first set my eyes on her, I was furious. At the time, I thought it was because she was human. But now I know the real reason for my rage-it was the mere fact that I was undeserving of her.

As she walks down the aisle with her best friend in hand, I make a silent vow. I will love and protect her until my dying breath.

She joins me at the altar, and I take her hand in mine. Hers were so small; mine always wrapped around hers easily. And I loved it. This may sound crazy, but it gave me this sense of purpose, like I was born to love and protect her.

“You look beautiful,” I whisper to her, and her cheeks redden.

“And you look dashing,” she whispers back to me.

We turn towards the priestess, and the moon shines brightly upon us as the wind blows softly. It was almost as though the presence of another powerful being was among us.

We bow our heads and shut our eyes as the priestess begins the ritual. She utters a couple of spells and incantations before handing me a bowl and blade.

My eyes meet Aira’s one last time, and I silently ask her if she is really sure about this. She nods in confirmation.

I slit my hand and let my blood drip into the bowl. Once it is enough, I am handed a napkin before giving the bowl to Aira. She does the same and hands the bowl of our blood back to the priestess. She raises the bowl up to the moon and continues to speak in a foreign language.

That is when something strange happens. Our blood is set ablaze.

Aira gasps and takes a step back while my eyelids narrow. “What’s going on?” I ask the priestess, who just smiles at me.

“In all my life of hosting mating ceremonies, I have never witnessed such a powerful bond. Your union has become just like this fire. Together, you both have become powerful and will set this world ablaze if anything is to come between you two,” she explains.

Aira and I share a glance. My hands find hers once again, and we hold each other tightly. That sounds just about right. I will set out to do anything and everything to keep Aira with me. Nothing can tear us apart, not even the damn alpha council.

The priestess utters a few more spells before turning to us. “You may now mark each other.”

Aira smiles with excitement. I wonder how she was going to mark me, seeing as she wasn’t a complete wolf. At least that was what I thought until her eyes turned a striking shade of amber.

Her teeth transform into canines, and she sinks them into the flesh between my neck and collarbone. My eyes fall shut as pleasure envelopes me. I feel a part of myself seep into her. I couldn’t explain it; it was like a ball of warmth leaving my body and going into hers. But just as quickly as the sensation cane, it was gone.

She pulls her teeth out of me and takes a step back.

Now it is my turn.

I lengthen my canines and bring her closer to me. “Try not to scream, baby girl,” I whisper in her ear before clamping down on her flesh. Instead of a scream, she moans right in my ear.

Our grip on each other tightens as her blood drops into my mouth. It was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. Our grip on each other tightens, and the warmth I felt earlier returns. Only this time, it returned tenfold.

When we pull away, I look into her eyes, and I am amazed.

She looks ten times more beautiful to me.

“Congratulations; you both are now mated.”