Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

My eyelids part, and I rub my eyes groggily. A groan leaves my lips as I sit up from my bed and take a look around. I still lay in Alex’s room, but Alex is nowhere to be seen.

A grown man takes over my lips; he promised to be here by the time I wake up.

Throwing my legs off the bed, I rise to my feet, and a chill goes up my spine. The ground is oddly cold. I rub my arms as a way to give myself some form of warmth as I make my way out of the room.

“Alex?” I call out as I step into the hallway. My response is silence, and I get this weird feeling when I walk down the hallway. It is oddly eerie; the lights were dimmer than usual and left this ominous feeling.

“Alex, where are you?” I yelled a bit louder than last time. You couldn’t even imagine my surprise when my voice echoed.

That has never happened.

“He is not here.”

My blood runs cold when a familiar yet strange voice fills my ears. Slowly, I turn around to come face-to-face with the same hazel eyes I never thought I would see again. My feet take an unconscious step back as I try to calm my racing heart.

The woman, or, should I say, spirit, I encountered in the gallery stands before me with a small smile on her lips.

“But I am.”

“What do you want from me?” I instantly demand, and she nods slowly, like she had expected me to go straight to the point.

“I just simply want to talk to you. I mean you no harm, I promise,” she says gently, but I do not believe her.

I take a look around once again and ask, “Where is Alex? What did you do to him?”

The lady shrugs. “Nothing; he is right where you left him in the real world.” She finishes, and my jaw drops. The real world? What does she mean?

I swallow. “Am I dead?”

“Yeah, but you can go back. You have been dying a lot and you don’t even realize it; it’s kind of why I really do not appreciate that little mate of yours,” she says with an eye roll, but her words only leave me more confused.

“What do you mean I have been dying a lot?” I question her, and she begins to walk away. “Hey, where are you going?”

She waves her hand in the air and says, “Come with me.”

At first, I was hesitant, but what other options do I actually have? I followed her to the next room, or what I thought would be the next room. When she opens the door instead of a room, we are met with the outside world.

Actually, we are right beside a road. There are people gathered around what seems to be an accident.

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“Oh my God, is she dead?”

“Fuck, this is bad.”

The woman walks closer to the scene, and I brace myself for what I am about to see. I follow closely behind her, and my eyes fall on the cause of the commotion.

A young girl is lying in the middle of the road, her eyes open with a single tear rolling down her cheek. Her eyes are open, staring up at the heavens as she lies in the midst of strangers and in a pool of her own blood.

But that was not the most horrific part about all of this.

No, it was the fact that her stomach had been split right open. Judging by the tire marks formed with her blood, I could take a wild guess as to how it happened.

A man was kneeling beside her, tears streaming down his face as his hands angrily pulled his hair. “What have I done? I have killed a child!”

My heart is beating faster than it ever has before, and bile rises in my throat. I look at the lady and ask, “Why are we here? Why are you showing me this?”

The lady nods towards the dead girl and says, “Look at her. look at her properly.”

I didn’t really understand what was going on, but I did as I was told either way. I looked at the girl once more, more specifically at her face.

Her eyes are a bright shade of hazel, and her hair is one of the brightest shades of blonde. My eyes widen as the realization dawns on me. I look at the girl, then at the lady, and then at the girl again.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“That’s you.” I say, and she nods in agreement. The corners of my lips pull downward, and sadness plagues my heart. “Is this how you died?”

Instead of a verbal response, she simply smiles at me. Just when I am about to question her, the girl, whom many believe is dead, sits up and releases a loud gasp.

“Jesus!”

“What the fuck?”

“She is actually alive!”

The girl’s chest heaves up and down as she takes in her surroundings. She appears to be more shocked than those around her. It takes me a moment, but then I realize what happened.

I turn to the lady with my mouth agape. “You have the same powers as I do.”

The lady nods in agreement. “Yes, I too had the power of life and death. And this was the first time I died, my first time unlocking my dormant powers.”

“That is so amazing. How did you learn to live with it? Were you sleepwalking to graveyards too? Did you see spirits the same way I do? How did you learn to control it? How did you not run mad? By the way, are we related?”

My questions are endless.

She chuckles and says, “All your questions will be answered soon. But for now,” she pauses to lift her gaze upwards. “Now you need to get back to the real world. I think your mate is about to have a heart attack seeing as you are no longer waking up.”

Typical Alexander.

She begins to fade away along with the world around me. “But wait, what is your name?”

Before she completely vanishes from my sight, she says, “I am Athena. Your great grandmother.”

She didn’t even give me the chance to react before completely vanishing from my sight and subjecting me to a world of darkness.

A gasp leaves my lips as I shoot up to a sitting position. My chest heaves up and down as I fill my lungs with air; somehow, it felt like a strange activity. It was almost as though my lungs had been dormant.

My gaze falls on Alex, who looks like he is on the verge of madness. The skin around his eyes is red, and his hair is a complete mess.

But relief washes over them when our eyes lock.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to this.”

And surprisingly, I throw my head back and laugh.