The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 122

The omega came with breakfast a little after that. The table was full, and yet, he was the only one sitting in front of all the god damn food. Delilah didn’t come back down since she went up, it seemed her hate for him had multiplied even though he actually did nothing this time.

Standing to his feet, he walked towards the stairs and then up each one until he stood in front of the room she resided in. It was his, his childhood bedroom. He could bet the bed that had been too small to fit him whole was the right size for her…but even so, he could also bet that she wasn’t comfortable.

Being with him always put her on the edge. She made it rather obvious that every time he was around she wished he wasn’t, and though that was expected after all he’d done, it made him f*cking mad.

With a sigh, he squeezed his hand around the knob, pushing the door open. Her presence and scent had already been prominent from the outside, but now his senses were cruelly being filled with her…and his eyes were the happiest.

Such a beautiful woman did not belong on earth, and yet she belonged to him? The goddess was far too kind to a monster like him.

Closing the door behind him, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked further into the room. She was wearing the same dress she had on last night, her red hair loose and swaying down her shoulders. She also had a Rubik’s cube in her hand, one that he was certain belonged to his childhood self. “I see your habit of touching people’s stuff lives on. Where did you find that?”

It took her a while to answer, but she eventually did. “It was under the bed in a small box…should I not have touched this either?”

“No, it’s fine…I don’t care about that thing.”

“So you only care about the diary? Did you read the last page?” She looked towards him, assessing his features for no more than a second before looking away.

“I did…” Jake answered truthfully.

“Then, can you tell me now…? She didn’t actually kill herself, did she?”

“Do you have mood swings or something? You told me off earlier…you even tried to run away, and now you want to know about my mother? What is wrong with you?”

“I just…want to know.”

“Come down with me then. If you come down with me and actually eat something for once, I’ll tell you about everything that happened the night she passed. I’m not sure why you’re so interested in my mother’s diary, but I guess after reading through it all, you deserve to know the end.”

He lifted a hand, guiding it towards her, but instead of taking it like he wanted her to…she placed the cube against his palm and shuffled off the bed. She walked by him, stretching her arms with a groan, and then heading through the door.

Jake clicked his tongue, gripping the cube with a force that could break it as he followed her down. Weren’t mates supposed to bond easily? Everything went downhill for them from the very moment they met, and now he didn’t even think there was any retribution for the bond between them.

How would he fix it? What would he do? What would he say?

He’d already apologized…he said those f*cking words like he had no shame last night, and she’d kicked his pride with no mercy by blatantly telling him she wouldn’t accept them.

Must he say them again? Could he even manage to force them out?

Jake drove his fingers through his hair as he stopped in front of the table where Delilah was already seated. She was munching on a slice of bread, watching him steadily as he sat down in front of her. He placed the cube on the table, and she immediately pulled it towards her. “Tell me now.”

“I think it’d be best for you to just eat breakfast first.”

“No, I~”

“Delilah…” He glanced at her, and she glanced away, hearing the warning in the sound of her name.

She bit into the bread again, seeming uncomfortable, scared even.

Jake sighed. “I want you to eat first, since you might lose your appetite after hearing what I’m about to say. You didn’t eat yesterday, and I don’t want it to be the same today.”

“Why do you care?” She placed the bread down, the raw curiosity in her eyes crawling all over his skin, and though he didn’t want to answer, he cleared his throat. “I just do, it doesn’t matter why…just eat.”

“And aren’t you going to eat? I’m sure you’re hungry after throwing a tantrum last night.”

“I wasn’t…I didn’t throw a tantrum, quit talking to me as if I weren’t the man you were scared to breathe around.”

“You don’t seem so scary anymore.” She grabbed the fork, tearing at one of the eggs. “I mean, you are scary when you get all serious, but after last night, I’m not really scared of you anymore.”

This was what he wanted; her not being scared around him, but the way she said it made his f*cking pride hurt. Why was she always so harsh with her words? He got that she hated him, but couldn’t she at least pretend to like him sometimes? Like now when they were having breakfast together…f*ck.!

Reaching for a slice of bread from the plate in front of her, he bit into it. “There’s some orange juice in the fridge. You can either drink that or water. I don’t know if you usually eat lunch, but you can tell me if you’re hungry and if I’m not here, then you can tell my gamma.”

“I can cook for myself…I usually do. I prefer that, after what I’d done to that person’s food, I’m not really comfortable with eating from anyone. So I’ll cook for myself if I have the utensils and the food to do it.”

“I don’t think…” Jake shook his head. Anything to make her happy; first step in getting her to like him…even if it’s a little. “You can do whatever you want, I’ll have the omegas fill the fridge and cupboard. There are pots here, my mother used to adore cooking as well.”

“I’ve eaten…I’ve eaten an egg, a slice of bread and even a little of the pancake, tell me about it now; that night you promised to tell me about.”

“Do you want to hear everything? Or just how my mom died?”

“Everything…I want to know what happened to your father too.”

“Well, there isn’t much to say, my mother killed herself and I killed my father, his mate, and their baby in anger, claiming it was revenge. That night, I really did throw a tantrum, blood was everywhere, all I could see and think about was blood. I watched my mother slice her own throat with a knife, I watched as she struggled to talk to me and then struggled to breathe. She didn’t seem happy, she was in agony; crying and yet smiling at the same time, but after reading that last page…I think she was probably happy.”

Jake chuckled to himself as he took another bite of the bread. “Having to act strong in front of her child who was suffering while suffering as well, must’ve been hard for her… Being locked away after knowing nothing but freedom must’ve been hard too… Watching the man who’d sworn to love her for life love somebody else was undoubtedly hard… And being bullied by the woman you lost to, knowing she sleeps in the same house as your child, believing he’d one day call her his mother, that must’ve been the hardest.”

“So she…it’s sad.” Delilah whispered out. “Her life was so sad.”

“In a way, I’m kind of glad she died, because even after she died, father didn’t regret what he did. If anything, he seemed relieved that she died as his possession, he didn’t even look the slightest bit sad, he didn’t even seem sorry…and I…but I’m sorry. What you said about me being like him last night was true. I thought about all I’d done, I know I was wrong…for f*cking you against your will, for verbally and physically abusing you, for killing your baby…I know I was wrong. I didn’t care, I was going to kill you anyway, so I just did whatever I wanted. I called it enjoying all of you before killing you, f*cked up, I know, and I know you hate me, I know you won’t be able to forget all of that…but I wish you would.”

He reached across the table, hand reluctantly covering hers that resided over the cube. “You asked me earlier about why I cared if you eat and though I’m not entirely sure, I know for whatever reason, I-I like you…and I’m willing to change; for you…if you only allow me to. We started off on the wrong foot, the wrong everything for that matter, but we can start over, can’t we? I don’t want to be like my dad, I’m going to choose you and let go of Beatrice if I have to.”

A/N// Oh my god guys…been trying to get this Chapter out since forever. I hate being sick more than anything, you guys even had to suffer too, but it’s Christmas, I couldn’t not force myself to write you guys an update…started it three days ago, but yeah, that’s because I wanted to finish it today, lol

Merry Christmas you guys! I hope you enjoy spending the holidays with your family and by yourself if that’s how it is. I love you!