The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 115

Two days later, Jake was told that Delilah could go home. Normally, he’d have sent his beta to get her, but after avoiding her for two whole days, he wanted to see her.

His steps echoed against the hospital floors as he walked to her room, and his heart felt like it was being caged by his chest. It was beating out of control, inhumanely…he could even hear it.

Plucking his hand from his pocket when he made it in front of her room door, he grabbed onto the knob, twisting it unlocked and pushing the mildly squeaky door open.

He peered inside, noticing that her bag was already packed, laying on the tiles next to her feet, which were covered in a simple pair of black slippers. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, fixing her hair that was caught in a fluffy bun atop of her head; overall messy and yet it still looked nice. Her pale skin was glittering in the sunlight, pearly and white, and he could testify that the texture was marvelously silky, soft, and creamy.

Her long lashes tickled her cheeks as she blinked blankly at him, those brown eyes possessing an expression that wasn’t welcoming at all. He felt the need to step back, suddenly feeling weak under her gaze…but he held his grounds and cleared his throat. “Let’s go.”

His voice came out more commanding than he wanted it to, it must’ve been what urged her to grab her bag and stand to her feet so quickly. Every step she took towards him shook his heart. She was wearing a sundress that reigned a couple inches away from her knees. It was purple and white in color…a combination that suited her perfectly.

His eyes followed her as she walked past him, the dress swaying behind her, effortlessly mirroring the movements of her hips. He wrung his bottom lip between his teeth and clenched his hands in his pockets as he followed after her.

She seemed all better now. The dark circles beneath her eyes hadn’t fully cleared, but they were lighter…barely noticeable. “How is your wound?” He randomly questioned, the silence felt uncomfortable and the need to break it had been suffocating him.

Delilah glanced back, her eyes catching his briefly before glancing away. Before she answered him, her finger trailed along the bandage around her slender neck. “It’s…It’s fine.”

“Good. Throughout your healing process, I’ll have you stay with me. The dungeons are far too dirty, it’ll only agitate and infect the wound.”

It almost went unnoticed, but he’d been watching her too intently to not notice the shudder that ran all throughout her body. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him completely, those puffy cheeks blooming red. “I…Why do I…? I prefer the dungeons.” She stuttered out. “I don’t want to stay too long in the same room as you. Never…”

Anger shot through him as his eyes darkened, and so did his voice as he proceeded to speak. “Why does it sound as though you have a choice? I see the hospital fluids have been messing with your f*cking head. You keep talking back at times when I wish you’d shut up, and then have the audacity to keep your mouth shut when I want you to speak. Listen Delilah, you don’t get to tell me what you can or won’t do. I’m the alpha here, I dish out the orders, and you follow them.”

She shivered, shrinking in on herself…becoming scared all over again. The spark in her eyes dimmed as she nodded her head and turned around, continuing on her way.

He sighed, feeling as his wolf whined pitifully in his chest. All throughout these two days, it had been restless. Twisting and turning ~ howling and groaning…it was as though it had been in great and unrelenting pain that Jake couldn’t seem to feel.

He’d guessed that it was because of Delilah, but he’d just now confirmed it. Unlike him who’d dwelled on her tears and found happiness in her sadness…his wolf detested it. He wanted her pain to be his, and her happiness because of him.

It was reaching towards her; trying to connect, and Jake was the only thing holding it back. His eyebrows knitted as he glanced down at the bag in her hand, it wasn't heavy, wasn’t anything close to straining her or jeopardizing her health, but he wanted to take it.

His hands twitched, his eyes so focused on the bag that he hadn’t even realized that she’d stopped walking to open the door. He bumped right into her, and she turned to him while hanging onto the door handle.

He stepped back, finally deciding to grab the bag and yank it out of her grasp. “I’ll take this.” He told her, and her lips fumbled to disagree, but then she didn’t.

She opened the door, stepping through it, and he followed after.

“Where?” She asked. “Which direction are we going?”

He nodded towards the south. “There’s a cabin I built a while back in the woods. We’ll be staying there as to not attract too much attention from my pack.”

“Since that is the case…” She licked her lips nervously, as if she was afraid to say what she was about to. “Why don’t you j-just let me go? I barely serve any purpose here…you already have a luna, and though I have nothing, I’ll be happy to live alon~”

Jake grabbed at her collar, pulling her just a breath away from him. “Conniving little slut…I’ve told you too many times that I’m not letting you go. Do you want me to beat it into you?”

She trembled against his hold, whimpering pitifully. “I hate you…” She spat out. “I’ll hate you for the rest of this miserable life…and I’ll hate you afterwards too. You’re a cruel person who deserves to die horribly, I wish you’d die…I wish somebody would kill you, easily rid you out of my life. I wish you never existed; at least not as my mate.”

His hand balled by his side, but instead of punching her like he wanted to, he pushed her back, and she fell against the low grass that tainted the earth. “You’re lucky your injury isn’t completely healed. It’s the only reason why you’re getting away with saying crap. But keep pushing it, and I might send you into a f*cking coma again.”

He walked past her, throwing her bag on the floor next to her. If she had enough strength to talk to him like that, then she could carry it her f*cking self.

His steps became heavier as he stumped past the overgrown birch tree in front of the hospital. He stopped when he realized she wasn’t following, turning around to glare at her. Her face was buried in her hands, and then came a sob from her lips that snapped at his heart.

His wolf whimpered, and if he hadn’t been careful, he would’ve done the same. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like what she could do to him…just how much she could weaken him.

Why did his feelings start changing? Why does he feel so soft…like a gentleman these past few days…

He hated it, but frankly, there was probably nothing he could do about it. After coming to terms with the fact that he’d almost lost her forever, something shifted within him. His wolf always had a soft spot for her, but ever since then, it seemed he himself was starting to develop one too.

He detested that fact; with everything in him, he detested acting like a fool in front of a woman….detested bowing to a being that was made to stay below him…

But somewhat, he detested even more watching and hearing her cry…seeing that sad and distant look in her eyes…feeling the hatred she had for him radiating off of her in waves…

And he also detested the fact that he couldn’t even control or understand himself. There was a part of him that found gratification in her pain, and that was the side of him that wanted to hurt her…the side that wanted to continuously crush her under his feet.

But there had always been another side to him too, one that always had him visiting her dungeons…so late at night that he’d sometimes find her sleeping. He was miserable at night, but when he lingered beside her in the darkness that bit at his skin, it was like he couldn’t feel the pain.

'Why?’ was a question he couldn’t even ask himself. Her scent and mostly her presence calmed him, and it seemed he’d grown too accustomed to the peace she offered to even think of letting her go.

So, he’d hold on to her. He’d be a monster to her while she drove away the awful monsters that haunted him.

Walking back over to where she still sat, he picked up her bag and then pulled her up, caging her against his side. Her body was stiff as she cried, and he actively ignored the urge to swipe at the tears that dripped abundantly down her flushed cheeks. “I hate you…” She grumbled. “I hate you so much.”

Jake held her tighter against him. “I wish I could hate you too.”

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