Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

Why do I have the worst luck?

Why did bad things always happen to me? Just what have I done to deserve so much pain and suffering in my life? Whenever it seems I have gotten the chance to be happy, even if it was for just a second, something or someone comes in to ruin it.

It seemed the universe was against my happiness. Would something terrible happen to the world if I am happy? Was I born to live a life of misery and pain? I should have just died at birth if that was the case.

I never should have been born.

This child wasn’t even born yet, and yet such a terrible curse has been placed on its life. But I will be damned if I let anyone or anything hurt my child again. I couldn’t protect my last one, and it will hunt me forever; the guilt will forever eat me up all the days of my life.

But maybe I could redeem myself; it will not take away the pain, but it will liberate me a bit. I will protect this child with my life; I will fight for them until my dying breath.

So, I ran.

That is why I ran.

As soon as those words left Sasha’s lips, I bolted out of the hut as fast as I could. I didn’t know where I was going; I didn’t have any plan whatsoever; I just had to get away. Maybe if I went somewhere far away, a different continent, changed identities, and started a new life, maybe if I went somewhere far from all this madness, then maybe just maybe we might get to live in peace.

I made a mistake the last time I fled from Jace; I didn’t go far enough, and that was because I didn’t have the money. He and my sister took everything from me, but now I have the means. I have the money, and I have the power to get as far away from here as possible.

I will give myself a new identity, I will get protection, and I will do anything to keep this baby. They should not have to die just because they are mine.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I ran past many of the locals with tears streaming down my face. For a fraction of a second, I could catch their worried looks, and a few even tried to stop me to ask if I was alright. But I wouldn’t stop for them; I just ran. I ran as fast as I could, and I did not look back.

My ears picked up on the sound of running footsteps gaining on me. I didn’t need to look back to know who it was.

“Aira, come back! Stop running!” Alex yells, but I do not listen to him. I kept running, but I should have known it was futile. He outran me in a second, blocking my path with his rather huge body. His eyes locked with mine as my chest heaved up and down.

There wasn’t even a bead of sweat on his face, and he wasn’t struggling to catch his breath the way I was. It made me realize just how much stronger he was than me physically.

“Where are you going?” he asks calmly, and I purse my lips.

“I need to get as far away from here as possible. Start a new life somewhere far away, change identities, and live with tons of security. I can do it; I have the money,” I say quickly and out of breath.

Alex just watched me with his cold, dark eyes, and what he says next brings tears to my eyes. “And me? Was I a part of your getaway plan?” He asks, and my bottom lip begins to tremble. He closes the distance between us and takes my chin in between his fingers.

A tear slides down my face as I admit, “I can’t lose another child, Alex. I just can’t. My heart won’t be able to take it.”

Alex shushes me by placing another kiss on my lips. “I know, we are not losing our baby, okay? We will find a solution. I promise.”

“And what if there isn’t one? What if the birth of our baby will bring back every one of our enemies?” I ask him, fear gripping my heart at the mere thought of Ana and Jace coming back into my life.

“Then I will kill them all over again.”

The scary part about that wasn’t that I believed him, but that he might follow them down to hell too.

I am unable to utter any more words. He suggests taking me back home, and I quietly agree. The trip back home was spent in silence. My mind kept replaying what Sasha said, and my grip on my stomach tightened.

When we finally returned home, I went straight up to my room. My entire mood has been ruined. I just wanted to be left alone. There were times I would hear the door open, and I knew it was Alex trying to check up on me to know if I was okay. When night fell, she crawled into bed with me subtly; he wrapped his arms around me and placed his hand around my stomach.

That was the closest thing I had to comfort. My fatigue finally began to settle in, and I drowned into a dark abyss.

Where am I? Why is everywhere so dark? And why is it so cold?

I had over a million questions as I looked around this dark abyss. There was something different about this place, something odd. I knew it wasn’t the spirit realm because I was always surrounded by a bright white light. But here there was nothing but pure darkness.

Perhaps this was a dream. It had to be.

The wailing of a child fills my ears, and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. It came from right behind me, but I was too scared to turn around. But I knew I had to; something was prompting me to.

So I did turn.

Oh, how I wish I had listened to my gut feeling and never turned around. Because the sight before me will be one that will haunt me forever.

The wailing child was lying at my feet, surrounded and covered by blood. The child didn’t appear to be up to three months old; he was so small, so innocent. And he was in pain.

On instinct, I tried to reach out to help the poor little one, but the closer I got, the more his cries increased and he bled more. That was when I realized I was the problem. I was the one hurting the child.

I was hurting my child.

I am the problem.

Suddenly the child’s cries seized, and I dared to look back down. The child was no longer moving. He just laid there in a pool of blood, completely pale. A son wracked my throat when I realized the child was no longer breathing.

“No!”

I shot out of bed with a speed that was sure to have killed me. I look around desperately with my chest heaving up and down.

“Aira, calm down. Nothing is happening; relax!” Alex says by my side. My eyes meet his then to the room in general. My eyes widen at the sight. The wardrobes, the curtains, and the shattered glass all littered the floor. The only thing standing where it ought to be was the bed.

Did I do all of this?

Alex places his hands on my face, and that is all it takes to have me bursting out in tears. My shoulders shook as a loud wail left my lips. Quickly I am taken into Alex’s arms. I sink into him and bury my sweat- and tear-covered face into his chest.

He caresses my hair gently, whispering sweet nothings to me so I can calm down.

“I am sorry,” I whisper when my cries finally stop.

“You don’t have to be,” he says to me softly, and my grip on him tightens. His scent fills my nostril, giving me this great and unexplainable comfort.

“Do you see why I need to get out of here? I have no control of my powers; I am going to bring this place to the ground,” I say as I take a look over his shoulder at the damage I had done.

I am surprised when his chuckle fills my ears. His hand moves in a soothing motion on my back when he says, “If you bring this palace down. I will build it back up again. I will keep building it up for as long as I live. But you are going nowhere.”

This man really was crazy. I suppose that is one of the thousand reasons why I love him.

I do not know at what point I had fallen asleep, but as crazy as it may sound, that might as well have been the most peaceful night’s rest I have had in a long time. It amazed me how Alex could turn one of the most terrifying nights of my life into my best ones.