The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 123

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.”

“W-What?”

“I know you heard what I said, Delilah…if I say it again, I might die…so please think about it and give me a chance to redeem myself.”

Delilah quickly pulled her hand from beneath his and the cube fell in the process, rolling somewhere beneath the table. She didn’t pick it up, instead she pushed her chair back and stood to her feet. “You must be crazy…scratch that…” She laughed. “You must be joking. It’s better you’d kept that bit to yourself, I thought you were a serious man, Jake; dangerous even, but I guess you are if you can make a joke like that with not even the hint of a smile on your face.”

Jake clenched his hands against the table, aggressively pushing his chair back and standing to his feet. “Don’t mock me, Delilah! It took a lot for me to say that, only for you to f*cking laugh at my feelings?”

“What? They weren’t a joke?” She laughed again. “They sounded funny, so I thought they were.”

“Delilah…” Jake warned.

“What? Am I supposed to take you serious? ME give YOU a chance? The skies would have to fall first. You’re a mad man, you’re saying you don’t want to be like your father, but what can you do when you’re already exactly like him? You locked me up and raped me even though you already have Beatrice, whom you’ve bonded with…Isn’t that what he did to your mother? And now I’m sure you’re going to try to find a way to force me to accept those stupid feelings you believe you have. Look Jake, I might be an omega, and I might be weak and stupid, but I’m not stupid enough to willingly give somebody like you a chance to ruin me all over again.”

“I know what I did, you don’t have to remind me. I know I’ve hurt you; countless times, but that’s why I told you sorry…and that’s why I’m so adamant on changing. I won’t ever touch you in that way again unless you want me to…I swear I won’t. I’ll change, as long as you stay, as long as you become my luna.”

Delilah scoffed. “Change you say? You know what would convince me that you’re truly working towards being a better person?”

Jake glanced across the room before his angry yet hopeful eyes settled on her. “What?”

“Setting me free…actually giving me a chance to choose if I want to stay with you or not. That would prove to me that you really aren’t as bad as your father.”

“I can’t…that’s not something I can do. You’d never come back if I let you go, and I’d fall right back into the waves I’d been drowning in before…because there’d be no one to make me want to change.”

“If that’s the case…” She walked around the table, walking to a point where he couldn’t see her without cocking his head back. “Then you don’t really want to change, Jake…you just want a reason to keep me around.”

And then she left him there to fume by himself, to break all over again. The food on the table, he swiped everything off, breathing hard and heavy as he lifted his chair to throw it. He didn’t, he couldn’t.

The chair fell from his hand, clattering on the floor beside him, and he fell to his knees beside it, gripping tight to his hair. It was painful, but not painful enough to distract him from the horrendous pain rushing to and from his heart. For the second time in his entire life, he felt helpless…he once again felt like he’d lose something dear to him and there was absolutely nothing he could about it.

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Jake didn’t say a word to Delilah for the rest of the day, he kept himself locked up in his parents’ room and she stayed upstairs. The omegas visited thrice to deliver and clean up the food they both didn’t eat, and then when the sun started to hide behind its shadow…Garth came.

“You didn’t come to the office today.”

“I was busy, had some things to sort out…and there’s barely anything to do there anyway.”

“Neil sent a letter, he finished his mission, he’ll be back in two days…well one, since a day has already passed.”

“Did he mention if anybody died?”

“No, it was probably a hassle for him to do even that…f*cking lazy bastard only wrote that he completed the mission and will be back in two days. What was the sense of even sending it?”

“He sounds like somebody I could just kill, but he probably sent it to let us know he’s fine. That rogue pack grew so big, it must’ve been difficult to take them all down, I didn’t send him with a lot of warriors…but I should’ve.” Jake shook his head in disappointment, directed at nobody but himself. “Let’s hope those little f*ckers don’t get so comfortable again.”

“Right…” Garth nodded.

That was the end of the conversation, and yet Garth didn’t make the first move to leave. Jake squinted at him. “Anything else you want to say?”

Garth cleared his throat, suddenly seeming nervous. “It’s about Beatrice…you forbade her from coming here, so she told me to tell you that if you don’t come see her tonight, she’ll be coming to see you.”

“What does she want?”

“She didn’t tell me.”

Jake sighed. “I avoided her on purpose. If I’d seen her again after finding out what she did, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop myself from beating her to death. Who gave her the right to go against me? I should’ve slammed her f*cking head somewhere in the hospital walls! You’d better tell her not to come here, or that punishment I promised her the other day, she’ll get it. Go.”

Garth nodded, bowing his head once before walking out of the bedroom, and Jake waited until the door closed behind him to run his hand through his hair. He took a seat on the bed, his thoughts rushing straight back to Delilah.

Her words were still running through his head, still fueling his anger and a heartburn he kept trying his best to extinguish. But the heat kept growing inside of him, awakening a new kind of pain. He didn’t know what to do, he’d said what he wanted to her and like always, she took a leap at his pride.

Was he really like his father? He wished there was somebody that could tell him he wasn’t, but he knew they’d be lying.

Reaching beneath the pillow, he pulled out his mother’s diary, skipping through the pages until he made it to the last one she wrote on. The note she wrote for him, he reread it, stopping at the word freedom.

It was something vital in everyone’s life, and yet, he’d taken away hers for his own good. It was a selfish thing to do, but his monsters crawled back into the shadows at the sight of her. She was like a light in his darkness, but what would he do if that light ever were to dull because of his selfishness?

His hands twitched as he closed the diary, stuffing it back beneath the pillow. He stood to his feet, walking out the door. His steps lacked confidence, reluctant and slow as he climbed the stairs and when he stood in front of the room she was in, he was afraid to knock.

Fear was a feeling he barely felt…or rather acknowledged, but right now, his heart was thumping in his ears and his blood felt like it was draining.

F*ck, he felt pathetic…she made him feel pathetic.

He stood there for what felt like hours before the door opened on its own, revealing her…she was wearing a shorts and a blouse, and the soft scent of soap wafted around her.

Goddess, he wanted to hold her.

“You standing out there is making me more nervous than you just marching in. What do you want?”

“Come out, let’s go for a walk.”

“I don~”

“Please…I have something to say.”

She swallowed, gripping tight to the hem of her blouse before nodding her head. “Alright, just let me put on my slippers.”

She closed the door and when she came back out, she was wearing the only pair of black slippers she owned here.

A breath left Jake’s lips as he led the way down the stairs. He hated to admit it, but perhaps she was right; he wanted to change because of her, for her…but how could he call it changing when she didn’t even have something such as freedom?

He didn’t want to take that away from her, since it was the one thing his mother always wished for.

A/N// Awww…Jakey, come here…lemme give you a hug.

Jake: F*ck off…

You litt~I know you want it, so stop f*cking acting like you don’t. Come here, child, Gaydar did a lot of sh*t to you, but she’s sorry.

Jake: F*ck off!

Lmao, he hates me…I know he does, but still….I feel so bad for him…poor soul.