The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 112

Delilah sat on the floor in the dungeon, looking down at her stomach with eyes that were as red as blood. She’d been crying for more than a day now; non-stop.

She hadn’t eaten a thing, hadn't drunk a sip of water. He’d succeeded…he’d succeeded in completely breaking her…he’d won.

Delilah choked down her sob. He’d taken everything away from her; her life, her mate, and even her baby. The blood that still tainted the floor beside her was full proof of that…

Tear slipped from her sore eyes as she looked down at the stale blood. She’d begged him…told him that if he killed her child, then he’d better kill her too…

However, he didn’t, he left her alive to relive the awful moment when he forced her mouth open and poured that bitter liquid down her throat. At first, she thought it wouldn’t work because it did nothing to her, but an hour later, pain had struck her stomach in a way that had her crying out…

And then there was blood…blood sliding down her thighs and then to the floor…he ~that evil man who called himself her mate~ killed her child.

Was this how it felt? For Quinn…was this how she felt when Delilah and her mother had taken away her wolf?

Was this what it felt like to lose something dear to you? In Quinn’s case, she’d lost her mate, and then she’d lost her wolf…all because of the same person.

Was this what it felt like?!

Delilah chuckled through her sorrow. This was karma, wasn’t it? She wanted to be better than Quinn, to shine even as an omega. She wanted to feel significant, to be seen…

And now she was shining, wasn’t she? Shining in the dimmest way possible. She had a strong alpha mate, stronger than Jeo and was probably second to the alpha king, but now she didn’t want it…

Not anymore. She wanted her old life back…if she could go back in time, she’d take it all back and run away before this man could ever find her.

Wiping her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling, clasping her hands beneath her chin. “I’ve learned my lesson, I’m sorry to Quinn and to you. I was wrong, I was so wrong…but please — make it stop…all this pain is seriously going to kill me. Give me karma in a different way…please, I beg of yo~”

Delilah shuffled back when the doors to the dungeon were shoved open, but it wasn’t Jake…it was his luna, the woman who had his mark on her neck; this woman who hated even the fact that she existed. “What are you praying for?” She chuckled. “The goddess won’t help you, you’ll have to save yourself.”

She closed the door and Delilah shuffled further back until her back was against the wall. Every step the black-haired devil took towards her made her heart weigh more. “Leave me alone. I don’t want him, I just want him to let me go.”

“You don’t want him, but why does it feel like he wants you?” She roughly grabbed Delilah’s face. “He keeps coming back here, calling for such a worthless slut…and he won’t look at me, not anymore.”

She squeezed Delilah’s face; tight and painful. “What did you do to him?!”

Delilah pulled her head back, escaping her grasp. “Nothing…! Go ask him what he did to himself. As you said, he came here; by himself…he calls for me; I don’t call for him. Leave me alone and go ask ‘him’ why.”

The beta’s eyes widened in anger, and she slapped Delilah across the face. “You’re so full of yourself, you talk highly even though you’re an omega.”

“That’s because my sister told me to never cave…I might be an omega, but I don’t deserve any of this. I decide what’s my worth, and I’m worth more than this; more than him.”

Beatrice chuckled bitterly. “Your sister…? Quinn…? The wolfless b*tch Jake had kidnapped?” She grabbed Delilah’s hair, using it to force her head up. “She might’ve somehow gotten back her wolf, but I’d step in her face any day. She is no match for me, so in a sense, both you and her don’t worth sh*t.”

Delilah’s eyes widened. “Wolf…? Quinn got back her wolf?” She rubbed her stomach…Quinn got back what she’d lost, but Delilah would never get back her baby. In frustration, she grabbed Beatrice’s hand, and pulled it out of her hair. “Are you done? Please leave if you are.”

“What?! You really have no manners, I’d beaten you already, but I was going to stop since Jake warned me not to…however, you deserve to be beaten to sickness.”

She lifted her hand and slapped Delilah once more. This time, Delilah could taste the blood in her mouth and when Beatrice hit her again, she couldn't hold back her cry of pain.

She fell against the cold concrete and Beatrice kicked her. Once, twice, thrice…and didn’t stop until she was coughing blood. She stooped in front of her then, grabbing her hair and pulling her up to whisper in her ear. “Listen up, as I said before little b*tch, the goddess won’t save you, so save yourself.” She pulled something from her pocket and stuffed it in Delilah’s hands. “And the only way to do that is by killing your f*cking worthless self.”

Delilah’s hand gripped around the pocket knife, just as the door was pushed open again. Beatrice stood to her feet immediately, looking back at Jake who seemed more murderous than ever. He glanced down at Delilah on the floor and then back at her. “What did I tell you? What did I f*cking tell you?!”

“I’m sorry, but she disrespected m~”

Before she could finish, Jake’s hand was around her neck. “I told you not to touch what belongs to me…wasn’t that what I said? Know your place, Beatrice…I’m not afraid to wring your f*cking neck.”

He shoved her back against the floor and then nodded towards the door. “I’ll deal with you later…for now, get the f*ck out.”

Beatrice scrambled to her feet, then rushed out, and Delilah shoved the knife behind her as he approached.

“F*ck, I told that scoundrel not to come down here…and look, she made me embarrass her in front of you.” He offered her a hand, one that Delilah did not take. “I hate you…” She whispered. “I f*cking hate…!”

The last bit of her words were screamed in the vicious sorrow that was consuming her. “Why won’t you just let me go? Or just kill me…that would be so much better than living this hell with you.”

Jake’s eyes twitched, his hand clenching as it retreated to his side. Something about the words ‘I hate you’ didn’t sit right with him. They made him angry…even though they shouldn’t. “I won’t kill you, I already told you that I enjoy your company. You’re my little bunny, how could I let you go?”

“Will I still be your little bunny if I reject you?” Delilah blinked up at him, the tears in her eyes making her vision blurry. “I; Delilah Felon rejects you; Jake Hone as m~”

Jake slammed his hand against her mouth and in the process, her head knocked against the wall. “Shut up…shut the f*ck up! What makes you think you can reject me? What gives you the f*cking right? I still wouldn’t let you go. So sit still and accept this new life. You seem out of it tonight…maybe it’s because I killed your baby. I’ll pity you just a bit, I’ll give you another day to recover and when I return, you’d better be ready to be the f*cking slut you are.”

He removed his hand from her mouth and twisted towards the door. Without another word, he walked towards the exit and Delilah pulled the knife from behind her, looking at his back begrudgingly. “No, I will escape you…I’ll do anything to escape this life.” She flicked the blade out and put it at her neck. “Even if it means killing myself.”

Jake turned towards her then, his eyes widening in shock when he spotted the knife. He took a step towards her, and she quickly lifted her free hand, stopping him. “Another step and I’ll do it.”

“Delilah…f*ck, I swear to god I’ll…no, I won’t do anything to you, just put the knife down. You’re scared, aren’t you? I’m sorry…I’ll let you go, I promise this time I will.”

“You’re lying again.” She smiled, and somehow the act had panic invading his heart, something he barely ever felt. The beats that came from it were loud, drumming in his ears. It was almost as if…as if he were scared.

“Please…”

He’d never begged before, but he felt the need to do it now. “Put the knife down.”

When she didn’t, his hand trembled as he stretched it towards her. What was this feeling of dread…? Why did he feel like this? Why didn’t he want this worthless whore to kill herself?

He didn’t want her, did he? He was sure he didn’t…but what was this?

“I said to stay back!”

“Delilah…please…”

She shook her head. “I’d rather to die than be with you…I hate you that much…” She swiped the knife across her neck, and his heart dropped immediately as he scrambled towards her. The organ felt like it had just been ripped out of its place, it hurt…it hurt so f*cking much.

He pressed his hand against her neck, desperately. The blood was seeping out so fast…she was going to die…his mate was going to f*cking die. “Delilah…f*ck…why would you…? You f*cking slut…!”

He picked her up, looking into those wide and fearful brown eyes as something wet slid down his obsidian ones. What was this…? Was he crying…?

He hadn't cried in years…

This…it reminded him of that day…that day his mother had killed herself right in front of him…and it was…it was f*cking horrible…!

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