The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 118

Delilah couldn’t sleep, she was too scared to close her eyes while laying in the same bed as him. The room was only lit by the lamp on the bedside table, but it’s light illuminated enough.

The double door closet in front of the bed was filled with clothes; clothes that belonged to a woman and not a man. There was a diary in the drawer on the bedside table, makeup and jewelry in the small box beside the lamp atop of it. She’d searched through this place before finally settling in, and came to the conclusion that this room belonged to somebody else. Beatrice perhaps, but if so, why’d he bring her here? And why…why had he been so adamant on sleeping beside her?

Delilah shuffled in his arms, awfully uncomfortable. His touch repulsed her, everything about him did…she hated the very sound of his voice, the tap of his footsteps…the soft drags of his breath.

She wanted to grab the pillow her head laid against and use it to suffocate him. He was sleeping, she could try, but she…she…

She bit her lips, gripping into the sheets. Something about the way he’d laid against her and cried prohibited her. She didn’t pity him, it was just surprising to know that a man as cruel as him could cry. If he could dish out such evil, then what could anybody possibly do to make him cry?

Were those tears something she’d only imagined? And if not, then who was the cause of them? Who on this very land could make such a man cry?

Beatrice? Zayd?

Delilah was confused and curious and disgusted at the same time.

Grabbing the arm he had around her, she carefully removed it, sliding off the bed and onto the floor. His scent was sickening, but she couldn’t deny that he smelt nice.

Liquor and the subtle scent of lychees; bitter and strong but sweet and refreshing at the same time.

Her eyes drifted towards the drawer on the bedside table. The diary, she wondered if it was his or did it perhaps belong to the whatever woman had occupied this room before her?

Even if it was Beatrice’s, she was still curious to see what was in it. She grabbed the drawer handle, slowly pulling it open. As soon as her eyes landed on the book, she took it out, creeping closer to the light of the lamp.

A deep breath left her lips as she opened it, peering at the first page.

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'JANUARY 23~ 1994~

The alpha chose me at the ball last night…he said I stood out the most, that he wanted me to be his. Out of all the girls who flaunted themselves at him, out of all the girls who stood behind high-ranking positions and some high-ranking families…he chose me…

An omega, a nobody who was too scared to even step foot in that party. I wasn’t wearing the most extravagant dress, but I did wear the best one in my wardrobe. I’d been sitting outside by the lilies that grew by the pond; alone and sad, but then he’d appeared…out of nowhere.

He’d taken a seat across from me, sighing out numerous breaths of frustration. He’d seemed so annoyed and yet handsome at the same time. I’d wanted to question his health, but I kept my mouth shut instead, and had stared at anything but him.

I hadn’t spoken, not until he spoke to me first…

And his voice was breathtaking, it had bathed my thighs in want, and ignited a forbidden heat within me.

‘What are you doing out here?’

I repeated the same question he’d asked me in response, claiming that I was at the pond first, and that he was the one who invaded my space. He’d laughed at me…and we’d begun a conversation that tied us both together on the grass beside the pond.

He’d taken my virginity…and then he’d chosen me. Last night was the greatest.’

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1994…? That was even before she was born, this wasn’t Beatrice’s diary, and it couldn’t be one of Jake’s ex’s either. He’d definitely not existed in 1994…was this his mother’s? A family member’s?

Delilah skipped the pages, reading until she heard Jake groan in his sleep. She closed the book, shoving it beneath the bed and looking back at him. He was twisting in his sleep, sweating profusely…it was like he was in pain, buried deep in pain he could not escape.

Her hand reached towards him; slowly…but stopped when a heart-wrenching sob flooded from his lips and then tears burst free from the corners of his closed eyes along with it.

Her heart dropped for whatever reason, she did not know…was she sorry for him? No, not her, her wolf was…it detested seeing him like this, she could feel it…

The desperate way in which it wanted to save him…a man who didn’t deserve to be saved.

Nevertheless, her hesitating hand grabbed onto his shoulder, trying to shake him awake. He jumped up, looking around the room, as if searching for something, until his eyes landed on her.

He breathed out a breath, wiping his wet cheeks dry before beckoning her towards him, and for some reason, she felt the need to be obedient. She rose off her knees and to her feet, climbing onto the bed and creeping over to him.

He ran a hand through his blonde hair. “What were you doing down there?”

“Nothing…I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to go outside, but you were sleeping…so I sat on the floor instead.”

“Why’d you want to go outside?”

“For fresh air…?” Her lies didn’t sound believable…who goes outside for fresh air in the middle of the night?

“Let’s go out on the veranda…I think I need some fresh air too.” He shuffled off the bed, walking through the room door. Was he serious right now?

She got off the bed, kicking the diary further beneath it before following him out. When she made it outside, he was already seated on the wooden floors of the veranda, looking off at what laid in front of him. The wind bit at her skin, tormenting her like it did the swaying limbs of the trees, but for some reason, he didn’t seem bothered by the cold.

The look on his face was distant, sad…he looked entirely different from the person who’d kidnapped her, raped her and killed her baby…like a different man; an innocent one.

If she didn’t know better, she’d pity him, but after all he’s done to her, she was incapable of doing even that. She wanted to get away; from this house and especially from him.

He’d done enough…she wanted her freedom back now. No matter how sad and detached he made himself out to be, she’d never pity or forgive him. He could cry, he could even beg…she’d never forget what he’d done to her the day he found her and the ones after.