The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 116

When he got to the cabin, he let go of her, fishing for the keys in his pocket. He hadn’t come here in years…and that’s because this place was a nightmare in itself. He used to live here as a child, when everything was okay between his mother and father, he used to play in these woods, run through this house.

But when everything fell apart…this place became a sanctuary to his father and someone else. He still lived here, but not with his mother. He’d lived with a woman whose greed surpassed that of the devil, and a man he didn’t see as his father anymore.

His mother was forced behind bars for wanting an escape, and he was being forced to accept another woman as his mother…one who cared more about having a luna title than his or even her wellbeing.

She treated him like sh*t, she’d cook and give him nothing to eat and tell his father lies about him disrespecting her, so he could get punished. She was wicked…and when she got pregnant, the evilness increased.

The keys dangled as he took them out, penetrating the knob, which clicked unlocked when he twisted the key. He pushed the door open, and as expected, the inside was as clean as it should be.

Despite hating this place, he loved it too. It was the house in which he suffered, but it was also the only place in which he’d ever experienced happiness with his late mother. So he gave the omegas strict orders to clean this place from top to bottom every day…even if it was vacant.

Running a hand through his dirty, blonde hair, he looked back at Delilah, who stood cautiously behind him. “Come in.” He told her.

As he walked inside, she followed him, hesitantly closing the door behind her. “There are two bedrooms in this house, you can have the master bedroom on this floor, let me take your bag there.”

He led the way down the hall, stopping in front of the room he’d murdered his father in. He didn’t want to go in there, so he placed her bag against the floor and gestured towards the door he stood in front of. “This is the room, go in and get some rest…and bear in mind that if you walk out the front door without my permission, I’ll beat you to sickness.”

Without listening for her answer, he walked back down the hall and headed upstairs inside the room he used to sleep in as a kid. It looked the same, the bed was small, he knew he wouldn’t be comfortable in it, and the room itself was small too.

There was a lamp on the bedside table and a window across from it. There was also a window above his bed, one he used to look through whenever he had nothing to do. A blue mat covered the white tiles in front of the foot of his bed, a closet on its opposite end and a clock was etched to the wall beside it.

He sighed as he took a seat on the bed. He’d told them to change the sheets to any other color than the blue ones that had been on it. He used to love blue as a kid, but he hated that f*cking color so much now.

Flopping back against the mattress, he looked up at the ceiling. Why was he here? Did he really come here for Delilah’s sake or for his own sake?

There was this hole in his heart; painfully stuffed with all the demons of the past, and he wanted to clean and close it…

But how would he ever do that when he still wasn’t strong enough? In order to feign the strength he knew he didn’t have, he’d fought his way to the top…denying that he was weak and denying that it was because of that weakness that his mother had died.

But for the second time, Zayd had shattered him inside out, involuntarily showing him that he was indeed weak, that he was indeed at fault…that he…he didn’t have the strength back then, and he definitely didn’t have it now.

It was hard, but he had to accept it, his mother only slit her throat because he gave her the chance to do it.

If he’d braved up and killed that whore the day his father brought her in, then his mother wouldn’t have suffered the awful way she did…

If he’d been competent, sensible enough to see that his life would never change or go back to the way it used to be before that other woman came into the picture, he wouldn’t have foolishly kept wishing it would…

If he’d been a bit bigger, a bit stronger, then h~

Jake clenched the sheets in his grasp, almost tearing them as he shook the deep and depressing thoughts out of his head. No matter how much guilt he poured on himself, his life wouldn’t ever change…

He’d still hate the world and everyone in it…including his f*cking self.

Bracing up off the mattress, he shuffled towards the window just above his bed, opening it and looking down at nature that thrived endlessly around him. He didn’t feel like he was a part of it; nature. He felt left out of the growing process…he felt like he was still that little kid struggling to see the light through the trees that overshadowed him.

His paths felt so dark…and he’d foolishly become one with that darkness.

Hours passed as he sat there, watching as the light drained away, welcoming the darkness that draped his room in its clutches. He didn’t get up to turn on the lights, he didn’t want to.

His body was cramped all over and the thoughts…they were haunting him again…the ‘what if’ thoughts and the memories that walked around this room…

‘You boy…tell your mother to just kill herself, it’s already sad that I took her place, but now my child will take her son’s place as alpha. Tell her that…that I’m pregnant with the real heir.’

‘Look at you, you look just like that whore. You two possess the same eyes; foolish and weak…’

‘I’ll make your father kick you out…I’ll have him abandon you like he abandoned your whore of a mother.’

‘Graig, he did it again. He told me he wouldn’t ever accept me as his mother, even after I tried so hard. He called me a b*tch Graig, a b*tch for goddess’ sake…’

‘Little boy, you’re pathetic, weak…an alpha wolf? You’ll be a rogue soon.’

‘Kick him out, send him to the dungeon with his mother, I can’t live with him anymore. If he doesn’t leave, then I will.’

‘Graig, it’s serious now…that boy told me that he hopes my baby dies. He wants our little pudding dead, he’s evil…I told you. I’m leaving, I’m leaving if you don’t kick him out tonight…!”

“Boy, are you angry? Your nostrils are flaring…hehe. It’s refreshing to know that my reign fazes not only your mother, but you too.’

‘Get rid of him Graig, that boy…that boy…that boy…that boy…! That boy…! That boy…! That boy…! That b~!’

Jake jumped up, rubbing his eyes as though he’d just seen a ghost…for a second there, she’d flashed before his eyes…reminding him of the way she tortured him with her words and made his father torture him with his hands…

He needed to get out of this house, he couldn’t sleep here…he couldn’t take it anymore…!

In the darkness of the room, he located the door, pulling it open and rushing through it. He didn’t even close it behind him as he staggered downstairs, but instead of going through the front door like he wanted, he followed the beautiful scent that wafted across his nose.

Soon he stood before that door…her door, and he was just dying to go in. She could calm him down…Delilah, she was the only one who could calm him down.