Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLIER…

I just can’t believe someone can be so na? ve. It’s times like this that I thank the moon goddess that I am an only child. I can’t forgive such treachery just for the sole reason you are my blood. It is clear as day that the little snake is lying, and Aira knows that. But she just wants to turn a blind eye-but for how long?

Probably until the little witch plucks her eyes out and Aira is actually left blind.

I will be damned if I let that happen.

Aside from that, Aira’s birthday is coming up. I honestly did not plan for a third party, not to mention that this third party is also sharing a birthday with Aira. But she can go to hell for all I care. Aira is my main and only concern.

Even though she can be annoying and stubborn as hell, she deserves to have a good birthday. It’s the least I can do for what I have to get her through. As I descend the stairs, I get my phone out of my pocket and make a few calls. I have never done any of this birthday stuff, and I do not know how any of this works.

There is only one person I know who can help me out. I can’t believe I am about to do this.

“Hello, your majesty, you asked for me?” Carla says this through the phone, and I take in a few calming breaths. Asking for help from the maids is pathetic.

It takes me a moment to bring myself to say this: “I need your help.”

“Oh,” she says, and I can hear her surprise through the phone. I explain the situation to her, and I listen carefully as she tells me what to do and what to get. I listen to her attentively until she is done speaking.

“Are you sure this will work?” I ask her, and she hums.

“I am positive, your majesty,” she says.

“Okay,” there is a pause, and my jaw ticks as I force the next words out of my mouth. “Thank you, Carla.”

There is a moment of silence, and I instantly regret saying that. Aira really is infecting me. That whole bullshit about being nice to people-how foolish.

“You are welcome, your majesty,” Carla says, and I can hear the genuine appreciation in her voice. Why does that actually make me feel good? That’s it. I am ending this call. Things are already getting weird.

I end the call and relay the orders to two of my guards. I dismiss them once I am done, and my stomach grumbles. I always get hungry when annoyed. I make my way down to the kitchen and fix myself some fruit salad. I could have easily gotten a maid to do this for me, but I need to do something to take my mind off things.

The sound of approaching footsteps fills my ears, and Aira comes into view. She is wearing a yellow sundress, not the blue one I could have sworn she was wearing when she was in the room. I do not bother to look at her for too long because I am still mad at her for being so blind.

She walks up to my side, and I can feel her eyes on me. There is something about her scent that is different; did she try a new perfume?

She tilts her head to the side, trying to capture my eyes. “You can’t even look at me.”

I don’t say anything; instead, I slide the last bit of mango into my bowl. Picking up my fork, I start to harshly shove it down my throat. Her sighs fill my ears. “Look, I am sorry, okay? I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Then throw that wretched sister of yours out of here,” I seethe.

“You know I can’t do that; she is my sister, and I love her so much,” she says, and my eyebrows furrow. Love is a word she hardly says out loud. She takes my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her. her eyes…

“Let’s just forget Ana; I don’t want her to be the reason you and I are on bad terms,” she says, taking the fork from my hands and putting a piece of apple in her mouth. Half of it sticks out of her lips, and the next thing I know, she is grabbing the back of my neck and pressing our lips together.

The apple falls into my mouth, and she tears her lips away from mine. I blink up at her with surprise; that is the first time she has ever made a move on her own. But there was less passion and excitement this time. The spark wasn’t there.

Her smile is sweet as she caresses my nape. “Do you forgive me?” she asks softly, and I nod slowly.

“I can never stay mad at you,” I admit, and that is the sad truth about everything. She takes a step away from me, that sweet smile on her lips as she did.

“Good.”

She leaves the kitchen without another word, and I just sit there, confused as hell. Is she experiencing her heat? Here’s a werewolf thing women usually go through. Shrugging to myself, I decide to let it go. I take out my phone and start to research more on werewolves and their heat period when I hear the front door open.

Three guards walk in with their hands filled with shopping bags; they bow in submission when they see me before leaving the room. Where did all this stuff come from?

My question is answered when Aira walks into the kitchen with the same yellow sundress from earlier in her room. My brows furrow in confusion. “How did you change your clothes so fast?”

Her face is void of amusement when she says, “I never changed my clothes, Alex.”

Silence.

The realization hits me like a truck, but so does the rage. Aira looks at me with worry in her eyes and asks, “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No, I just thought I saw you pass by in a different dress,” I lie, and I hate it.

Fucking hell I am going to rip out that bitch’s throat.

Relief washes over her face, and she places her hand on her chest. “Oh, that must have been Ana. You know she hardly wears dresses, but when she does, you might confuse us,” Aira explains, and I do nothing but nod.

“Excuse me,” I say, leaving her confused in the kitchen as I make my way up the stairs. I storm into Ana’s room without knocking, and I catch her sliding the sleeves of her blue dress down her arms.

She grins up at me and says, “Careful, Alex. A few seconds later, and you would have walked in on me naked. I’m not sure how Aira would take that.”

The demon in me growls, “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now.”

Ana throws her head back and laughs. “We all know the answer to that already,” she says, walking up to me slowly. She sways her hips in a way that, I hope, she doesn’t think is seductive. She stops when she is barely an inch away from me, and she tilts her head to the side.

There is a mocking pout on her lips as she says, “Because poor Aira will hate you forever. You will kill the only family she has left.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

When I don’t say anything, she laughs more, and the sound is dreadfully painful to my ears.

“Oh, come on, Alex,” she says softly, placing her hand on my cheek and peering up at me through her thick lashes. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that little kiss we shared.”

As soon as that last word leaves her lips, I grab her hand, twist it over her back, and slam her against the wall. She hisses, but soon breaks out into another annoying laugh.

“Oh, Alex, I see you like it rough, huh? Well, guess what? So do I.”

What the hell is wrong with this woman?

My grip on her wrist tightens, and she hisses with pain. “Okay, maybe not that rough.”

“Never, and I mean never mention that kiss ever again. It was a mistake, and it sure as hell won’t repeat itself,” I say into her ear, and she chuckles.

“Oh, is the big bad alpha Alexander scared of how poor Aira will feel if she finds out? What makes you so confident that I won’t tell her? You can’t kill me,” she says so confidently.

“That may be true, but mark my words,” I pause, bringing my lips closer to her ears. “I will make your life so miserable that you will beg me to kill you. And when I do, I will make it so agonizing that even the devil will weep.”

I catch her eyes widening with fear just before I leave her room.

I haven’t been this pissed off in a long time. But my rage wasn’t directed at Ana.

It was at me.