The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 114

Jake jumped awake with sweat dripping down his forehead. He’d been living in a nightmare, one he was so glad to have woken up from. His eyes glanced around the room; alarmed.

He was in a hospital room…and he immediately remembered why he was here; Delilah, it was all because of that little…

He pinched the bridge of his nose…no, he needed to check if she was okay. The last thing he remembered was that they got a heartbeat. Was she still breathing now? Was the heart that had stopped still beating?

Shuffling off the bed, he walked towards the door, however before he could open it, it opened on its own, and Beatrice walked in, her eyes widening when she saw him. “Jake…honey, you should lay down.”

His eyes narrowed at her; into tiny slits of anger. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“I…I’m sorry, but the doctor said you collapsed because of stress.”

“What about Delilah? What happened to her?”

She frowned, glancing away from him. “Why do you care? You shouldn’t f*cking care whether she lives or dies…you’re changing, Jake.”

“Look, Beatrice, you’re making me angry. Your presence alone was enough to anger me, but now you’re talking bullsh*t too. Answer my f*cking question, or just get out.”

“She’s fine…but I really wanted her dead.”

“That knife…did you give it to her?”

She hesitated. “Why ask when you already know?”

Jake ran his hand down his face, clearing it of the sweat that had coated it. “I’ll deal with you later, and your punishment will be so f*cking severe that you won’t want her dead anymore.”

He pushed past her, and she grabbed his hand. “Where are you going? Don’t go…not to her, please.”

He yanked his hand out of hers and walked through the door without another word. F*cking annoying…clingy women repulsed him, and Beatrice repulsed him the most.

Everything about her made his blood boil, and now the fact that she’d been the one to give Delilah that knife was f*cking with his head. He wanted to f*ck her up in the worst way possible…to grab a knife and do the same f*cking thing to her…

But he couldn’t…she was his luna, the woman everybody on the outside thought he loved. If he killed her…f*ck…

His nose burnt when he picked up Delilah’s scent…a flowery odor that too made his blood boil, but in a way he didn’t understand. It didn’t elicit a feeling of anger…it instead strummed his senses, creating a heat he sometimes couldn’t resist.

The closer he got, the more impatient he was to see her. His steps quickened, only stopping when he stood in front of her door. His hands were trembling for some reason, and there were feelings he considered foreign rushing straight through him. He reached for the knob. Was she awake? He wanted to see her. But did she want to see him?

Despite knowing the negative answer to that question, he twisted the knob, pushing the door open. Her scent flooded his nostrils, becoming denser…suffocating him in the most gratifying way possible. His eyes searched the room until he found her, staring at him with those big, brown eyes.

They widened in fear, and she shuffled back on the bed she laid in, groaning out in pain as she did so. Her reaction to seeing him made his heart churn, and he couldn’t comprehend why. He stepped further inside, closing the door behind him, and making his way towards her bed. “How are you feeling?” He asked her.

She didn’t answer him, she just laid there silently staring at him as though he’d come here to finish her off. It hurt his feelings…the fact that she’d made him relive those long-lost memories…the fact that she’d made him cry…and was now acting like the f*cking victim.

His hands clenched at his side. Maybe he should finish her off, maybe he should drape his hand around her f*cking neck and reopen the wound. But regardless of the way she looked at him, that wasn’t what he wanted to do, and the feelings confused him.

The red hair that blocked a portion of her face his hands so badly wanted to ‘gently’ swipe them behind her ears…and he wanted to draw nearer…to get an even stronger whiff of the sweet scent she possessed…

Stargazer lilies…and fresh lemons…

The scent seemed to have captivated him, that and the beauty she still held on to despite her condition. He wanted to hear her voice, for some reason, he wanted to hear it more than anything. “Answer me, Delilah.”

She flinched at the annoyance in his tone, but it wasn’t completely directed at her. She shook her head. “No…”

Her voice was croaky, as if this was the first time she’d spoken since she woke up. That thought delighted him since it was to him. “What’s the problem?”

“I wanted to die…to never see you again. It hurts that I lived because I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to try taking my life again.”

Her words angered him…they made the hole in his heart become so damn prominent. His hands clenched tighter, and he wanted to hit her, but the stronger part of him wanted to hold her for god knows what. “Bunny, I told you…you can’t escape me. No matter what you do, I won’t let you fall out of my palm.”

“I wanted to…” Delilah confessed. “You took away my freedom and then took away my baby. I want to escape you more than anything.”

A sob drifted through her dry lips, clogging around his heart, squeezing it. He’d thought he loved seeing her in pain, but not right now. “Are you telling me that I shouldn’t have done it? You’re seriously telling me that I should let what belongs to me roam free with another man’s baby inside of it?”

“I’m not yours…I was his.”

“That’s what you thought, but now you’d better start facing reality. Did he come to save you? That fool you think you belong to, did he even think about you or that thing you had in your stomach once?” He pressed his clenched hands against the worn-out mattress. “Answer my f*cking question, Delilah!”

Delilah’s breath hitched, her eyes watering as she cried. “He would’ve if it hadn’t been you. He’d have saved me if he could.”

“Guess what? A real alpha would have saved you regardless. You’re pathetic, and he’s pathetic too…but let me tell you this, if you put a f*cking knife at your neck one more time, I’ll hurt you…I’ll hurt you so bad that you’ll eventually beg me to kill you.”

A shiver wracked down Delilah’s spine, and she flinched when his hand reached for her face, clenching her eyes shut. She thought he’d hit her, but when his hand gently slid her loose red hair behind her ear, she squeezed them open…staring up at him with surprise. “Don’t f*ck with me again, Delilah. I might like hurting you, but I hated it when you hurt yourself.”

And then he drew back his hand and left. Delilah watched his back, not sure what to think or what to do…why’d he do that?

She could bet the answer to that question was buried so deep that she wouldn’t be able to find it.

Not even Jake could…because as he walked out, he kept asking himself the same f*cking question. Why’d he do it? Why’d he f*cking do it?

His hand felt so good sliding against her soft skin…the sparks he’d felt were heavenly, and they were something he hadn’t thought about acknowledging before.

Today though, they made his heart freeze and then melt. He’d wanted to touch her more, but he was too scared to. Beatrice was right, he was changing, and he didn’t like this f*cking change.