Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

My men and I search the parameter of the only place the riddle would have told us to meet. The old town playground.

That was the only place it could be. That was the place my mother, Jared, and I would walk to every Friday evening and play in. My mother would tell us all sorts of scary and romantic stories. Neither Jared nor I were fans of romance at the time, so we always pleaded with her to tell us scary stories.

But there was only one romance story she said that both Jared and I loved dearly. The tale of

It was the story of two brothers who fell for the same girl. One of the brothers was a well-known criminal, while the other was a noble. The criminal would commit all sorts of crimes for her, steal jewelry just to gift her, and vandalize public spaces by drawing her face and writing her name, along with other atrocities. The noble, on the other hand, personally believed he was infatuated with her. He loved to take her to parties and social events; she was more like arm candy to him, in my opinion.

But the girl loved both men greatly, but she could only choose one.

One night the two brothers got into a bloody fight; they were on the verge of murdering each other. Neither of them agreed to see reason. The thief dropped the gun he had, and the girl picked it up. She aimed at the two brothers, knowing that the bloodshed would only end if she shot one of them.

That is where that phrase came from.

“You must choose the path you wish to fight for. The good filled with hate, or the bad filled with love.”

But the bitch couldn’t choose.

So she shot herself instead.

The brothers instantly stopped their fighting when they saw the girl was dead. The thief killed himself, and the noble married another woman three months later. To me, it was pretty obvious which of the men loved the girl more from the beginning.

But my belief was that the girl loved the noble and the thief loved the girl, and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by rejecting him. All this love and all this death… it was crazy.

The playground has been abandoned for decades; all the rides were rusty and in bad shape. Despite all of this, the place still looked basically the same. But I have to admit that it looked completely different under the moonlight. We usually come here during the hot afternoon.

Where the hell are you, you sick bastard?

My eyes are drawn to the cabin Jared would always go to hide whenever we would play hide and seek. As if I just knew that was where he would be, a dark figure slowly comes steps out of the darkness, and we all raise our weapons towards it.

“A stupid tale, wasn’t it?”

Jared’s figure comes into view and my eyelids narrow to slits. My men aim their weapons at him; some even turn into their Lycans, all ready to rip the bastard to shreds.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jared’s lips lift into a cunning smile, and he raises his hands in mocking surrender. “Hey, hey. Easy now, I just want to talk to my old friend.” He pauses, and his eyes shift to my men before he adds, “Alone.”

I turn off the safety on my gun and aim the barrel right at the center of his skull. “You lost your right to talk a long time ago.”

Jared hikes his brow, amusement in his eyes, when he says, “Oh, did I now?”

The next thing I hear is a series of growls.

Wolves.

Hundreds of them creeped out from the shadows and surrounded us. We were outnumbered.

My canines lengthen and sharpen with annoyance. Jared still has that cocky, amused smirk on his lips. It was almost as if he thought that I couldn’t pull the trigger after his little backup arrived.

He tilts his head to the side and says, “I said I want to speak to you alone, and that is precisely what I am going to do.”

In the next second, the ripping of flesh, screams, and growling fill the air along with the scent of blood. I shut my eyes, not wanting to witness the massacre going on behind me. Soon, the air grows silent, and my chin clenches from rage.

“You are going to suffer for all the lives you have taken,” I say through gritted teeth, and Jared lets out a bitter laugh.

“And you are one to talk?” he spits out. Something about his words strikes a nerve in me, but I do not let it show. I would never dare show a hint of emotion in front of this bastard.

“So what now? What are you waiting for? Kill me already,” I growl at him, and he chuckles lightly.

“You really do think that low of me? I didn’t bring you out here to kill you, old friend,” he pauses and clicks his tongue. “Tell me… I am sure you have told that gorgeous mate of yours about me. Did you tell her the full story, or was I right in assuming that you only told her the part concerning Sophia?”

I don’t say a word.

Jared claps his hands, biting his tongue in what appears to be excitement. He encircles me, his eyes taking in my form with mockery and a mix of hatred.

“You really are a bastard. That poor girl doesn’t even know what kind of monster she has to call a mate. But no matter, she will never get to know.”

Something in me stops at his last statement.

Once again, his eyes sparkle with humor and excitement. “Ah, you are catching on now, aren’t you? Like I said, I won’t kill you. I will make you suffer; I will make you lose everything you love. So no, I didn’t bring you out here to kill you, but to kill her.”

“You bloody bastard!”

I lunged at him, but before my hand could make contact with him, his wolves lunged at me. They claw at me, but I tear them off me before they could leave any damage on me. All of this happened in under a matter of seconds, because when I look back, Jared is nowhere to be seen.

Fuck!

I can’t believe I didn’t realize this was nothing but a distraction!

Quickly, I jump over the bodies of my dead soldiers and make my way back to the truck. Firing up the engine, I speed down the highway. When I make it back to the palace, my blood freezes in my veins.

No.

Where my palace once stood was now nothing but a large furnace of fire, the scent of burning flesh and blood engulfing the earth.