The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 109

Marcia and Nicholas approached the five…they looked stunning together, wearing a beautiful shade of blue. “I knew you guys would be late, but goddess, you could’ve tried being on time.”

“We tried…” Dantae groaned. “Where’s Rachel?”

Marcia shrugged. “She’s somewhere in the crowd, drinking wine and having a nice time.”

“Yep…” He popped the ‘P’. “I’ll be somewhere in the crowd too, drinking wine and having a nice time by her side.”

Quinn watched as he walked off, chuckling faintly before directing her attention to Marcia. “Did everything go well?”

“I suppose so.”

“I’m sorry you had to do the preparations, even though it was my job.”

“Nonsense, I had fun…plus I’d do anything for you and my grandchild.” She looked down at Quinn’s stomach, smiling at the obvious bulge. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“And so do you…you too, Nicholas.”

“Thanks, my beautiful mate here bought my suit…by the way…” He averted his eyes from Quinn to Zayd. “Did you prepare for your speech this time?”

“Nope, every year I go up there and say the same thing.”

“And will you do that this year even though Quinn’s going up there with you?”

Quinn’s eyes widened. “I’m going up there too?!”

“Yeah, didn’t my son tell you? Please speak to him instead of having him go up there and embarrass you by saying ‘have fun’ before marching back down. That isn’t anything close to a speech.”

“Who cares about a speech, Nick? I know I don’t, and Quinn doesn’t care either, right Quinn?”

“No, I don’t really care, but I think you should. Why didn’t you prepare if you knew you’d have to go up there and speak?”

He rolled his eyes. “Now you kinda sound like Marcia. I already told you why…I don’t care about a speech.”

“You’d better start making one up in your head now.”

“Why?”

“To look professional.”

He sighed, nodding his head. “Alright, I’ll make something up.”

“Good.” Quinn turned towards him, reaching up to fix his tie when she noticed that it was crooked. “You already look the part, act it.”

“Yeah, okay…alright. How long before I go up there?”

“About thirty minutes, dinner’s almost ready.”

“Okay…”

Marcia and Nicholas stayed a while longer before disappearing, and Frederick and Devin disappeared along with them, leaving Zayd and Quinn alone. As they stood there in their little corner, talking about nothing particularly important, the guests started to approach, greeting and conversing with them.

The alphas were as Zayd said; cocky and proud, but they were respectful. Most of them already had their mates, and Quinn tried her best to compliment each and every one of them. She wasn’t friendly in the least, but she had to act like it.

Everything was going well until Jake walked up…that’s when Quinn’s composure broke. Her fake smile faltered as quick as it came, her green eyes narrowing into slits. She knew Jake was at the party, but how dare he showed up in front of her and Zayd, that too with Delilah?

“Greetings…” His voice was as deep and conniving as she remembered it to be. “The party is just as boring as it was last year.”

Zayd nodded in agreement. “It indeed is, but it probably would’ve been a lot more fun if you weren’t invited.”

“And here I thought everything’s better with me a part of it. My bad…” He stretched out a hand, not towards Zayd, but towards Quinn. “It’s nice to see you again, you look entirely different when you’re pregnant…I wonder if your sister here will look the same.”

Quinn glanced towards Delilah as she reluctantly guided her hand towards his. She looked different, her brown eyes held a longing that Quinn tried but couldn’t pin.

Her red, floral dress looked nice on her, resting just above her knees, she was wearing green slippers instead of heels; looking simple yet good at the same time… She had a green purse beneath her arm and green earrings in her ears.

Quinn remembered it, the day she’d come home with her ears pierced even though dad warned her about piercing them. She was fifteen at the time and in order to take the blame, Quinn had pierced hers too and told Derrick that she was the one who asked Delilah to do it.

He’d cursed at her…no, he’d cursed at them both and then told them they looked pretty with earrings. That day was…it was unforgettable.

Averting her eyes, Quinn shook Jake’s hand, her fake smile slowly resurfacing. People were watching, she had to be graceful. “Please do have the time of your life, I pray they poison the drinks and the food that you’re served.”

He chuckled, pulling his hand back when she let go of it. “It must be your hormones that are acting up, but then again, you’ve always had a smart mouth.” He nodded towards Zayd who didn’t even try to hide the fact that he detested him. “I’ll be on my way…let’s just hope your mate’s words stays as a prayer; an unanswered one.”

He pivoted on his feet, leading Delilah a few steps away before stopping. She whispered something to him, and he walked away, leaving her where she stood.

She turned back to face Quinn, and Quinn wished she hadn’t approached. She couldn’t deal with this, not right now when she was trying to keep everything under control. “Quinn…would you mind if I spoke to you?”

“I do mind, but I won’t be able to shun you in front of so many people anyway…so speak…”

Delilah looked towards Zayd who had a glass of wine that he’d taken from a passing waitress in hand…and he cleared his throat. “Since you can’t drink alcohol, babe…I’ll see what else they have upstairs in the kitchen…after the speech, everybody has to make a toast.”

Quinn nodded and as soon as he walked off, she turned to face Delilah. “Yes?”

“I just wanted to apologize, I know it probably doesn’t mean anything now, but this time, I truly am sorry.”

“Okay.” That one word from Quinn was supposed to end the conversation, but Delilah carried on. “Congratulations on your pregnancy…”

And Quinn was suddenly reminded of the fact that Delilah had been pronounced pregnant for Jeo the night she left. She must’ve had the baby by now, considering how many months have passed. “Where’s your baby? Are they okay?”

Delilah tensed immediately, the warmth in her eyes suddenly going cold as she glanced away from Quinn. “I-I…my baby is…I…”

Before she could get anything out, Jake popped up out of nowhere, grabbing her hand. “She had a miscarriage months ago…it’s still a touchy subject, she doesn’t like speaking about it.” He pulled her towards him. “If you’ll please excuse us…”

And then he dragged her away. Quinn tilted her head as she watched them go…that was weird. The fact that he was so quick to intervene when it got to that topic, was there something else to it?

Multiple scenarios popped up in her head, but they all disappeared when Jeo approached her with a glass full of wine in hand. He was smiling at her, but the smile wasn’t full. “The last time I saw you, you didn’t even have a stomach, and now you’re jus…” He paused, taking a sip from his cup. “It’s surprising to see you like this, especially since I’m not the one who got you pregnant…damn.”

Quinn laughed. “How’s Derrick?”

“He’s fine, but a few days after you left, his legs were paralyzed…he couldn’t walk, so we had to put him in a wheelchair. His wolf is gone too, but he still told me to greet you in his stead tonight.”

Quinn’s heart churned painfully in her chest, her hands clenching by her side. If only she’d got there sooner…if only she’d just…just stopped Zayd. “I’ll come see him one day…when I’m ready to face him again.”

“You’re always welcomed.”

“Thanks, Jeo, for looking out for him for me…I’m sorry I~”

Zayd slid between them, handing her a glass of grape juice. “That’s all they have, do you want it?”

Quinn took the glass from him. “Yeah, thanks.”

“We’re about to go up now, I suppose you’re done saying whatever it is you wanted to say to her.”

He was referring to Jeo, who sighed in response. “Yeah, I’m done…and…” He hesitated for a second. “It hurts my pride to say this, but thanks for keeping your promise and sending me an invitation.”

He walked away after that, and Zayd rolled his eyes, grumbling something about Jeo being lucky under his breath. He then turned to her, offering her his arm. “Let’s go, it’s time for my speech.”

Quinn entangled her arm with his, and he led her up the stairs and upon the huge internal balcony which protruded over the ground floor. She grabbed the railings just as he did, both looking down at the people who’d quieted down to stare back at them.

Zayd wasted no time, he started speaking as soon as he got all the attention he needed. “Good evening everyone, before dinner, my lovely wife and I will be making a toast to you all…”

Everybody held their glasses up, Quinn did too.

“Another year and we are here again; in unity, building and supporting each other. We strive for greater strength and an unbreakable peace, but before the joy in our glasses fills our stomach, I want to invite a woman who’s been striving for the same thing for years. In her cup, there isn’t just joy, but the fragrance of freedom…and for her people it’s the same. River Adams, come and stand beside me.”

A girl in a white hoodie dress walked up, her face half hidden by the cloak over her head. She stood on the opposite side of Zayd, holding her glass up with one hand and using the other to push her hood back. The crowd gasped at her appearance, the markings on her skin looked like tattoos, but they weren’t and everyone seemed to know that.

“A toast to my alliance with the venomoons…a growth nobody saw coming.” Zayd clinked his glass with Quinn’s and then with the girls before downing its content, and though everyone was flabbergasted, they did the same…Quinn too.

“I hope they’ll be treated with the same respect you’ve shown me tonight…anyone who tries to harm them will have to go through me…Enjoy the rest of the night, I hope the food served will satisfy your tastes.”

“Thank you, alpha!” The crowd yelled in unison, and Zayd led her back down the steps.

She glanced over at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Great speech.”

she complimented.

“A reward later tonight, then?” He asked, and Quinn playfully glared his way. “Perhaps…”

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