Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

“Oh, this is so exciting! I can’t believe that we are both pregnant at the same time! I think we should give birth on the same day! Let’s give birth on the same day; our children will be like twins!”

I do not know why, but those words terrified me more than anything in this world.

It was clear as day that Carla’s intentions were pure, but I would rather not repeat history. Ana and I were treated like twins when in reality we were just cousins. And in a way, our kids are cousins as well; it would be like repeating history all over again.

The thought of that just sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.

Despite my discomfort, I manage to plaster a smile on my face and say, “Well, it is not exactly something we can control. Whenever our water breaks, we have no choice but to give birth, and I highly doubt it would be on the same day. I feel like yours is much older than mine.”

Carla pouts and places her chin on her palm. When I woke up this morning, I was surprised to find everything completely arranged; even the mirror I had shattered had already been replaced. It was almost like last night never happened.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Carla and I were both lying in bed; I was on my back while she was lying on her stomach. I was surprised when she came to visit me and had already heard the news. I am sure Alex had told her and sent her to cheer me up.

Yeah, it did sound something like he would do.

“I think we should go for an ultrasound, so we know just how far along we are. I really do want us to give birth on the same day. I always wanted twins; I can see it now; my kid and yours are going to be the best friends! They will love each other to no bounds. They will have the special bond of twins,” she says with a squeal, clapping her hands with so much excitement.

She was yet to realize my change in mood until I said, “Not all twins have that bond. Some grow up to be enemies from birth; they may have a great hatred for one another. It is not easy having to share everything-parents, birthdays, toys-and they have to dress alike. And you have to give the both of them equal attention. If one notices for even a moment that they are treated less than the other, then that will build a great resentment between them. Being a twin… is more of a curse than it is a blessing.”

Silence.

Carla looked at me with wide, horrified eyes. It takes her a moment before realization finally dawns on her. “Aira, I am so sorry. I forgot you are a twin yourself.”

“I wish I could forget too,” I mutter, casting my gaze to my hands on my stomach.

For a moment there was silence until Carla decided to break it by saying, “Well, it won’t stop our kids from being the best of friends. Twins or not.” She says, and I let out a sigh.

“I hope so.”

Carla hops off the bed with much energy and light in her. “I know exactly what can cheer you up! A picnic, just you and me. What do you think?”

Honestly, I wanted to turn her down. But the excitement and hope she had in her eyes made me consider otherwise. “Sounds like a great idea,” I lie, and she jumps up and down with excitement.

“Yes! Don’t worry, I am certain that you are going to like it. A little sit-out in nature with good food and a good friend can and will always cheer you up. I will go get everything ready; it shouldn’t take more than an hour. Don’t be a stranger now,” she says, waving me goodbye.

The second she shuts the door behind her, the room falls into a deafening silence. Subconsciously, my hand goes around my stomach, and I let out a sigh. I have no idea how long I lay like that in bed; I don’t know how much time has passed, but if there was one thing, I knew for sure. I didn’t want to be disturbed.

My eyelids begin to flutter shut, and just when it feels like I am about to fall asleep, I hear some shuffling from the other side of the door.

“Carla? Is that you?” I ask loud enough for the person on the other side to hear, but there is no response. A sigh leaves my lips as I get to my feet and make my way down to the door.

“Alex, is that you?” I ask it even though I knew it was a stupid question; I knew it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him; if it was, then I most definitely would have sensed him.

My feet come to a stop right in front of the door, and I suddenly get this bad feeling. I picked the dagger hidden in the drawer, gripping the handle as tight as I could before I asked once again. “Who is there?!”

I was met with no response. I place my hand on my stomach protectively before turning the handle and stepping into the hallway. I am shocked when I find no one there.

My head shakes with disbelief as I let out a relieved breath. I suppose I am becoming quite paranoid. These nightmares and what Sasha said are getting to my head.

Just when I turn to head back into the room, a scream leaves my lips as I come face to face with my greatest nightmare.

“What do you mean you don’t want my niece to be a twin, sister?”

I press my hands to my ears and scream, “Get out of my head, you bitch!”

No matter how tightly I shut my ears, her voice was still loud and audible. “But why do you want my niece to be a twin? Are you scared that she would be a lot more like me or you? I think she would be like me,” Ana says, and I let out an outraged growl.

“My child will be nothing like you! Get out of my head!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I just want her gone. That is when my grip on the handle of my weapon tightens, and I embed it in where I believe in her heart.

Her choke fills my ears, and I can feel her blood flow down my hands. But wait a minute, Ana is a ghost. I am not supposed to feel her blood; she isn’t supposed to be choking.

Slowly, I peel my eyes open to find the woman standing before me wasn’t Ana but Carla.

My blood runs cold, and a scream of regret leaves my lips as I pull out the dagger embedded in her chest. Her knees give in, but I lunge out just in time to catch her. “Carla! No please!”

Tears stream down my cheeks like a waterfall as I press my hands on her gaping wound. Her blood covers my hand and the majority of her dress. Slowly she starts to lose her color, and her eyes grow void of life.

“No!” I scream, and something similar to a light blue mist leaves my skin and seeps into her pores. In an instant, the color returns to her skin, and she takes in a deep breath. Shock is written all over her face and mine when she stops bleeding. Actually, her wounds close up completely, almost like nothing had happened in the first place.

Her hand goes up to the spot where I stabbed her, and she touches the area like she couldn’t believe what had just happened either. “Well, that is what i call a near death experience.”

A sob wracks my throat as I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.

It was at that moment that I was thankful for my powers. If I didn’t have them, then I would have lost Carla forever. I do not think that I would be able to live with myself if anything happened to her because of me.

I suppose these powers really are a blessing and a curse.