The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 119

Jake left for the office today, and while he did so, Delilah remained in the house, wholly unimpressed.

When he told her he’d be leaving, she thought this would be an opportunity to help her escape, but there were five pack members outside, sabotaging that escape.

Every time she peeped out the window in the room she resided in, his gamma would be there to ask if she needed anything. They gave her food which she hadn’t touched yet and came in to check on her several times.

She hated it…hated how caged and helpless she felt…she just…

Licking her dried lips, she looked towards the tray of what they said was her lunch on the bed. There were two meaty sandwiches on the plate, that along with a glass of orange juice. She hadn’t been served such good food when she’d been in the dungeon, what exactly was different now?

Did their wicked alpha think serving her edible food would give her inspiration to live? Did he think if he acted nice, she wouldn’t put a knife at her throat again? She’d do it…if it was the only way she could be free of him completely…then she’d do it…

But the pain; the mind-numbing pain she’d felt last time, it scared her. The will to withstand such pain twice was barely within her. However, it was probably far less painful than living in shackles for the rest of her life…especially with him.

She’d try though, to escape with her life…to find the happiness that didn’t exist here…but did happiness exist out there…? For her…was there any happiness out there for her after all she’s done?

A pitiful breath left her lips…last night, while reading the few pages of that diary she found, she could feel the happiness radiating from that woman’s words. She was happy; to have found love, even if the person she found it with wasn’t her mate.

From the way she wrote, it seemed Alpha Leyton was interested in her too, in a way that not even he could explain. Her words were detailed, it was like a story, one without misfortunes; a life Delilah wanted to live someday…

Sliding off the bed, she reached beneath it, pulling the diary out. It was brown in color, the cover framed with curly lines that made it seem as old as it was. The ink was bold and black and on the very first page it carved just one word, written horizontally and five times the size of the rest.

It was a name; Loilitha…a beautiful name; that was if she was pronouncing it right. Delilah wondered who she was and if she got the happily ever after she was chasing…

That’s why she’d keep reading on, to see how it ended…to see how Loilitha ended. Skipping back to where she’d stopped last night, she continued, glossing over the words that had shined with glee until they eventually darkened to sadness.

Loilitha and this alpha went from getting to know each other, to doing everything together. Only a year later in 1995 they were bonded completely, and they had a son…

The entries got lesser after that, she seemed to only write one entry every month or two, and they were all about her beautiful son and her wonderful mate. That was until the year 2007 when her life really went in the wrong direction. Everything fell apart like broken glass, and she was the only one who shattered.

The same man she’d been so happy to be with was now happy to be with somebody else; and it broke Delilah just as much as it broke Loilitha. She could feel her pain; the abandonment and the crave for his affection that now belonged to some other woman.

It must’ve hurt, especially since her son was going through the same thing. Numerous entries spoke about the bruises her son had many times visited her with; bruises his own father had inflicted.

Slowly, Loilitha’s love for the Alpha turned into resentment…and Delilah’s interest spiked at that. She wanted to find out if things ever got back to how they used to be…but by the looks of how things were going…it wouldn’t…

After all, their son was here, but neither of them were here with him…

Delilah bit her lips as the remaining pages thinned, she was almost at the end, and it only kept getting worse. The way Loilitha felt was exactly how Delilah felt now…

‘Like a butterfly without wings.’

‘Like a bird locked in a cage.’

Those words she’d written while being locked up in a dungeon were heart-wrenching and Delilah wanted to cry, in fact tears pricked her eyes as she finally made it to the last entry. She was scared to read it, scared that this page would dismantle her miserably, and yet still, she started at the first word.

‘I know I said I’d be strong, but I can no longer feign strength, not even for Jake. I’ve tried to be a good mother to him, but all I’ve been doing is making everything worse for him. I’ve proven to be useless over and over again, scarring him.

I don’t feel like his mother, I feel like his burden.

He’d been beaten time and time again for defending me; a mother who couldn’t defend herself…

And I pity him, so in order to save myself and to protect him, I’ll leave.

For him to be accepted by his father and the new ‘luna’ of this pack, he has to let go of me. I know he won’t willingly do it even if I told him to, that’s why I won’t be giving him a choice.

I’ll finally grow my wings, I’ll finally be free of this cage, and I couldn’t be happier.

Jake Hone, I truly hope you never find this diary, and even if you do, I pray you won’t read how humiliating my whole life turned out to be. But if you are reading this…just know I love you, I always have, and I always will. Throughout my suffering, you kept me alive…

and I died to keep you alive.

Goodbye, son.’

~

Loilitha Henry

Delilah sniffled, her tears dripping in abundance onto the blank pages as she skipped them, searching for more…just one word that could prove that she didn’t kill herself…just one to prove that she didn’t die.

When she found none, she closed it…not wanting her agony to have her ripping the pages. That was…it was awful. Was that how easily one’s life could be ruined?

Just like hers after she ruined Quinn’s.

*Jake slammed the pen against the paper, ever since that day Zayd had beaten him, his work lessened drastically, he barely got any letters, there were barely even problems for him to solve…

It was bad and good at the same time. The bad was that his rank could drop, and the good was that the less work allowed him more time to sort his f*cking head out.

He was so pathetic. His nightmares had always drenched him in cold sweat, but never in tears. Now though, that he’d found the cure for them, he was getting weak; trying to use her to repulse them instead of his own strength.

He wanted his old self back; the cold and immune shell he’d once been had now shattered, and he was left to gather the pieces…but of course some were missing.

And it seemed he couldn’t f*cking get them back. Today, he’d planned to stay away from that house and away from her because she kept encouraging his change, but he was just dying to go back…

And his gamma hadn’t much long given him the perfect excuse to do just that. Garth mind linked him about the fact that she hadn’t eaten a spoonful of food since she woke up this morning. She was a stubborn girl, not being able to attempt suicide again must be why she was trying to starve herself to death instead.

Jake rolled the pen beneath his palm against the desk…it was time for him to go back, he’d finished his work from in the afternoon and had been procrastinating going back since then.

But despite all the restraint he’d used to keep himself in the office, he was still going back to that f*cking haunted house.

Getting up, he walked his way outside into the cold night air. His steps were firm and steady as he entered the woods, leading him back in front of his father's house in no time.

Garth walked up to him, holding a tray of covered food in hand. “This is her dinner, and her lunch is still on the bed with her…she’s uh…for some reason, she’s crying too.”

Jake took the tray. “You guys can go now.”

Garth nodded, walking past him, and soon the four men who had stood guard along with him followed.

Jake sighed as he walked up to the porch, opening up the door. Why was she crying when he hadn’t even been here to scare her?

As he entered the house, he turned on the light in the hallway, walking down the god awful familiar path to her room. He didn’t knock, he just opened the door, leaning against the frame. “Delilah what’s wr~?”

His eyes bulged wide and the tray in his hand fell to the floor when he saw what resided in her hands…that diary…his mother’s diary.

“Did she really kill herself?”