The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 113

Jake rushed her to the hospital. She was choking up blood, going in and out of consciousness. He didn’t want her to die, she couldn’t die…history couldn’t repeat itself…this; it couldn’t f*cking happen again.

He didn’t know why he cared, but he did. His wolf was restless, shifting and howling in his head, and his body and his heart were trembling. She needed to live so he could beat the f*cking crap out of her for doing this to him…

She needed to live so he could f*ck her until she could barely move as punishment…

She needed to live, just so…just so he could see her again, hear her voice…just…all she needed to do was just live.

With a deep and shaky breath, he burst through the hospital door, rushing to the nurse at the front desk. “Now…!” He yelled at her… “F*cking save her now!”

The nurse got up immediately, seeming even more panicked than he was. “Yes alpha…this way!”

She led him to the emergency room, where he laid her down, and then numerous doctors rushed in right after. They surrounded Delilah; the now unconscious redhead on the bed, stained with blood all over. She looked more pitiful than she’d ever looked before; those glossy, brown eyes that always glared at him weren’t even open, and that beautiful face was pale…it was as if she was already a dead body.

One of the doctors was performing hands-only CPR, one putting pressure on her bleeding neck and when another checked her pulse, he turned towards Jake. “She’s not breathing…Sasha, pass the defibrillator.”

Sasha; the nurse who stood behind him ~the one that had been by the front desk~ did so in ace and Jake just stood there watching as they tried to pump life back into her with a mind that was distant; too far gone.

He could hear as the machine charged and then blast; one time and then two…but what he could hear even louder, was his tiny footsteps, rushing towards the dungeon…rushing thirteen years back when he was just fourteen years old.

He was panting, out of breath…his father had just beaten his mother and had then mercilessly pulled him out of the dungeon to beat the crap out of him too.

It was painful…but it was far less painful than watching as his mother cried with eyes that begged for help. He pushed the dungeon doors open, eyes searching for his mom…to check on her…to make sure she was okay…

However, what he witnessed was far from her being okay. There was a knife in her hand that ripped swiftly across her neck and blood splayed against her clothes ~ against the floor, from her neck ~ from her mouth.

She fell back against the cold concrete; coughing, bleeding, dying…and Jake rushed towards her…groping her in his arms, while panicking…while crying. “Mom…mother…why’d you…?” His words were cut short…he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. “The hospital…let me take you to the hospital.”

He grabbed beneath her knees and beneath her back to lift her, but she choked out the words… “No, son…”

A smiled graced her lips…a smile that he barely ever saw…no, one he never saw; a smile that made her seem genuinely happy. “No…n-now I’m free. L-Let me b-be.”

Her hand reached up to cup his cheek; bloody and yet soft ~soothing~ “I’m…s-sorry yo-you had to s-see thi…this. I love you s-s-son, but I-I bitterly hate y-your…fa-father.”

Her words were barely comprehensible, but he heard them, and he also heard when she’d taken her last, preordained breath. Jake had pressed his hand against her heart…he’d pressed his hand against her bleeding neck…he’d screamed…he’d cried, but none of it brought his mother back alive.

This was his fault…he didn’t protect his mother; he’d been too fragile, too weak, but though he’d taken some of the blame, he pinned most of it on his father~ him and that new b*tch he’d brought home seven years ago.

That was when it all started; the disconnection, the abuse. His mother wasn’t his father’s true mate, and so when he found his gifted mate, he started to disregard his respect for Jake’s mother. Hurtful words soon turned into painful slaps, and when his mother tried to leave him with Jake by her side, he’d locked her up in the dungeon…preventing her from starting a life elsewhere.

She became bitter towards him, every insult that came from her mouth would end in her being almost unable to walk. He’d beat her until she was just about crippled, and when his mate got pregnant with a child, he turned against Jake too.

Jake wasn’t going to be the alpha, even though he was the firstborn…it was her son who’d take the throne. He really never minded it, the only thing he cared about was his mother; the woman suffering in her name and in his…

It seemed that night, she was tired of suffering and Jake was too. He had picked up the knife beside her on the floor, just as pack members rushed inside; his father behind them.

They must’ve smelled her blood.

He looked down at Jake’s dead mother; coldly, before looking up at him. “What happened here, Jake?”

“S-She killed herself…because of you.”

He thought he’d see regret, or even an ounce of pity on his father’s face, but there was nothing…nothing but an underlying look of satisfaction. “I didn’t want her…but nobody else could’ve taken her away from me.” He looked towards his men. “Take her out, bury her body beside the largest Oak tree near the west borders.

The men had hauled her out…and Jake sat on the floor watching as his father turned his back and left. That night, he didn’t sleep…he’d held the knife for hours until he finally stood to his feet.

He looked down at the blood that trailed the floor, and then he followed it out the dungeon door; steps steady, firm…nothing about them garnered any form of weakness.

The knife was gripped tight in his hand when he entered his father’s room; revenge was what he named it as he stabbed his father more than eleven times in his sleep.

His gifted mate that had been beside him shuffled off the bed, falling to the floor; shocked and scared. “Please don’t kill me…I have a child…I have to live.”

Jake smirked at her. “Don’t worry, dear precious Sarah…I’ll go to his room, and I’ll kill him too.”

He did indeed killed them all, the happy family; his father, his father's beloved and their five-year-old son, he’d murdered them in cold blood, and then he’d dropped the knife and walked with blood all over him to that Oak tree they’d buried his mother at.

The dirt that covered her grave was loose, and he’d sat beside it with a dark heart and an even darker soul. He became an alpha that knew nothing called mercy, nothing called love.

He hated everything and everyone…and yes, for being weak, for choosing the easy way out, he hated his mother too. Her death tainted him, and he grew up with what seemed to be a glitch in his head; an abnormal way of thinking.

He dwelled in the dark, but right now, it felt like the goddess was shining a little light in his dark alley…because he felt something other than hate right now, he felt sorrowful…all because of the redhead on the hospital bed.

He looked up blurrily as the machine stroke her one more time. The doctors around her were making noise that was unnecessary, noise that was messing with his head. “One more time…charge it up…!”

The machine blast against her bare skin again and her body moved along with it…but still, she didn’t start breathing…her f*cking heart didn’t start beating.

A doctor turned to him. “Alpha, we’re sorry…we lost her…she’s gone.”

Jake’s hand clenched by his side and he walked out of the room; more like staggered out. He had to hold on to the wall to steady himself; he was so f*cking weak.

It happened again…history had repeated itself.

…and he…he…

“Vincent…one more time…!” He heard one of the doctors yell and someone hissed before the machine was fired again. “See…she’s f*cking dead. There’s nothing we can do, Sash~”

Something beeped and then came the sound of a heartbeat. “We got a pulse…hurry up, get me the…”

Without hearing anything else, Jake passed out on the floor, drowning in his memories…drowning in unconsciousness.

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