Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

I knock softly on the hardwood, patiently waiting for Carla’s response.

“Come in,” came her subtle voice.

I turn the handle gently and push the door open. She is seated upright on the bed with her hands clasped atop her thighs. Something in me broke at the sight of her. There was still a tremble to her bottom lip, a redness mixed with sorrow in her eyes as well.

“Oh, come here,” I said, walking up to her with open arms. I engulf her in a warm hug, and she buries her face in my chest. I expected her to cry, but she didn’t. And not to mention that our hug was a bit shorter than I had anticipated.

When she pulls away, there is a hollowness in her eyes, one that I did not like.

“How are you holding up?” I ask her after a moment of silence and she shrugs.

Her hand goes down to her stomach and she says, “I have been feeling a bit queasy. I have been having this urge to throw up for a while.”

Placing the back of my palm on her neck to feel her temperature, I scowl. “You are burning up,” I say before rising to my feet. “Wait, I am going to call the doctor.”

She doesn’t say anything as I step out of the room. In a few minutes, I returned with the pack doctor, but Carla was no longer on the bed. The sound of someone hurling fills my ears, and I bolted straight for the bathroom.

My eyes fell on Carla bent over the toilet seat, pouring out the contents of her guts. I come to her side and help her pull her hair up. I wait patiently for her to finish before helping her off the floor.

When we return to the bedroom the doctor narrows her eyelids and I see the suspicion in her eyes. I help Carla to the bed and once I am certain she is comfortable, I step back and run my hand through my hair.

“See? I don’t know what is wrong with her. Maybe you ate something wrong?” I suggest and Carla shakes her head slowly.

“I haven’t really eaten much since… the incident,” she says and my lips purse at the mention of the ‘incident.’ The doctor offers me a warm, reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, I will find out what is wrong with her,” the doctor said with determination before getting straight to work. She analyzes parts of Carla and runs various tests on her.

When she is done, she has one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen. And it annoys me. My blood boils and my fists ball at my sides.

“What is so amusing? Can’t you see she’s in pain?” I snap, and Carla touches my hand softly, silently telling me to calm down.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Trust me, her pain is about to turn into joy with the news I have.”

Her words peaked Carla’s and my attention. Curiosity gets the better of me as I lean forward with a hiked brow.

“What is it?” I ask, and the doctor turns to Carla.

“Congratulations, ma’am. You’re pregnant.”

And then Carla fainted.

A screech leaves my lips as I rush over to Carla’s side. I shake her body gently, but she doesn’t open her eyes.

The doctor hands me a bottle of water and says, “Here sprinkle this on her face.”

Taking the bottle from her hand, I do just that. I make sure the droplets are light as I sprinkle it over her face.

Relief washes over me as her eyelids flutter open. Carla lets out a groan as I help her sit up.

“Easy now,” I said as I helped her steady herself.

“What happened?” she asks, placing a hand on her head.

I take a seat in front of her and place my hand on her shoulder gently. “Carla, first I need you to calm down; take a deep breath,” I tell her, and she does exactly that.

Who am I kidding? That is what I do too.

I mean, here I was thinking that I had lost the last member of my family. And here Carla is carrying them.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this point.

But this is not about me right now.

“You are pregnant, Carla. You have a mini-richard growing inside of you,” I say, a small joy gracing my lips.

Tears well up in her eyes, along with a million emotions. Her eyes pinch shut and her shoulders begin to tremble.

Instantly, I take her into my arms and engulf her in a tight, reassuring hug.

She sobs into my arms, and I let her. I give the nurse a silent signal for her to leave, and she nods in understanding.

Quietly, she packs up her bags and leaves.

I pull Carla away from me and cup her cheeks.

“Listen to me, Carla. I swear that this child is going to be the greatest blessing in our lives. Nothing bad will befall you or this child; I will protect you both with my lives, I swear it,” I say, and she smiles through her tears.

“Thank you, Aira,” she says, and I take her back into my arms.

The universe really does work in mysterious ways. Just when I thought the world was crumbling before my eyes. He sends me another blessing.

I really am a lucky girl. How the hell did I get here?

I’m standing in the middle of this incredibly creepy hallway again. Once again, the lights are incredibly dim.

I can’t even see anything ahead.

A chill crawls up my spine, and the memory of the last time I felt this way comes flooding in.

“Ana? Are you here?” I call out, and I hate the tremble in my voice. I can’t believe that I am scared of a ghost.

I have to remember Alex’s words.

I don’t have to talk to her if I don’t want to. She can’t hurt me.

With that thought in mind, I take a shaky step forward. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and a mini fog leaves my lips.

I rub my arms as a way to bring myself some form of comfort and warmth.

“I’m not scared of you, Ana! I killed you one, and I can kill you again!” I yell out, and my voice bounces on the walls, echoing back to me.

Those words… It felt so wrong to say such a thing. Maybe it was because it wasn’t something I was proud to admit.

My countenance falls along with my shoulders. I whisper, “And I will be consumed with regret all over again.”

“Is that so?”

As soon as that voice infiltrated my ears, I stopped breathing.

That voice didn’t belong to Ana.

Standing right behind me is a man with parts of his torso torn out. Despite that, he had a devilish smirk on his lips.

Vincent.