The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 121

Delilah let go of him, stepping back and away. “It’s late, I’m going upstairs as you ordered.” She turned to walk away, but his feeble attempt at holding her back, stopped her from walking away. “Wait…I-I have something to say.”

She turned back to face him, those brown eyes staring at him with little to no expectation. She didn’t care about what he had to say ~he knew~ and yet, she still stayed to listen. “I’m sorry; about everything that happened between us…I didn’t know what I was doing…no, I did, I was just…I~”

“I don’t want your sorry. Your sorry will never bring back my baby, nor will it grant me back the life I used to have. Keep your sorry to yourself, even if you say it forever…I won’t forgive you…”

And then she climbed the steps, not looking back at him. He sighed as she disappeared down the hall, pocketing his hands that wanted to reach for her and forcing his feet back instead of up. He walked back to the room, stepping over the dirty food on the floor and picking up the diary he’d thrown aside. He took a seat at the edge of the bed, opening it and skipping to the last page his mother wrote on.

His eyes ran over the words, reading them, processing them…and instead of feeling any better, he felt worse.

For years, he’d held on to this diary, and never truly had the guts to read it through. As funny as it may sound, he’d been scared; a strong and dignified alpha such as him had been scared…how ironic…

He wanted to find out what she wrote and exactly why she killed herself, but he felt like he already knew. He’d been there to see it all; with these obsidian eyes, he’d seen things he’d never wanted to see. His mother left a scar so big in his heart that he’d done all manner of things to close it.

He went around and acted a fool, and now his actions were biting him in the ass. He’d killed many people for absolutely no reason; women whom he slept with; the ones who couldn’t at all please him, and men who uttered even the least bit of disrespect to him. He’d sabotaged people’s lives too; threatened and killed their families…just to make himself feel better about not having one.

But it wasn’t their fault that he had no family, it was his. That night…he hadn’t just killed three people…he killed four. His father, that f*cking power hungry slut, her baby…and the first person he’d killed that night was his mother…

Taking a shaky breath, he laid back against the bed, imagining that it was still soaked in his father’s blood. On the floor, there was also a pool of blood, flooding from the woman who’d taken his whole life away from him. He didn’t regret taking their lives…he only regretted taking his mother's and probably that poor child who’d done him nothing wrong.

But the past was the past, and he needed to stop living in it. His father’s blood was long gone off this mattress, there wasn’t any blood on the floor, and he wasn’t f*cking fourteen anymore.

He wasn’t that kid; he was a man. It was time to own up and take responsibility for the things he’d done. He hated that he was changing, but this change was probably the best thing for him now.

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Jake jumped up out of his nightly nightmare at the knocks that sounded from the door. He breathed in deeply, looking towards the window where the dim sunlight peeped in and then at the door. It was hardly even morning yet…f*ck. “Garth…?”

Garth came in, hauling Delilah behind him. “Found her running through the woods, she has no respect…she even bit my arm…”

Jake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced over at Delilah. She rolled her eyes. “What? I only went out for a walk.”

“Yeah right, you went out for a walk and yet, you were running. You’d have been dead if I hadn’t found you. If the patrollers didn’t kill you, then the rogues that keep popping up on our land would.”

Delilah shrugged herself out of his arms, creeping over to lean against the wall. “I’d be delighted, I wanted to die anyway.”

“Is this how she speaks to you…?” He pointed at Delilah. “You’re a witch, and I’d have stopped your breath for you long ago if I had permission to do so.”

“Garth just…she’s just…” Jake shuffled to the edge of the bed and then onto his feet. “For now, just go…I’ll deal with her, and send one of the omegas with breakfast, one that I don’t actually have to kill for running their mouths.”

Garth nodded, glaring over at Delilah one last time before walking out. As soon as the front door closed behind him, Delilah huffed, walking towards the only exit out of this room.

“Stop right there!” She froze at the sound of his voice, hiccupping once and then twice. “What did I tell you about going outside without my permission? What? Do you not fear me anymore since you’ve seen me cry?”

“I told you…I just-I just wanted to go for a walk, which turned into a run.”

“And then that run would’ve eventually turned into an escape? Stop f*cking with me, Delilah. I’ll put you back into the dungeons if I have to.”

“Then put me back, I preferred it down there anyway, I barely had to see your face.” She twisted the knob and pulled the door open, walking through it.

“Delilah, wait…” She didn’t stop, and he sighed as she escaped up the stairs.

Dammit! He said he’d change, and he didn’t even know how to go about taking the first f*cking step towards it.