The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 125

Jake walked back to the cabin with his heart heavily buried beneath his sadness…he’d already dealt with enough, and yet, the devil had sent its spawn to his doorstep; Beatrice.

Sighing, he dug his hands deeper into his pockets, he felt cold, but he knew no amount of clothing could make him warm when the chills were coming from his heart. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“And you expected me to listen? You said you would punish me, and you didn’t even spare me enough of your time to do that. I waited for you…I wanted to see you.”

“Look, Beatrice, I’m not in the mood for any of the sh*t you came here to say, I’m tired…I’m f*cking tired, so leave.”

He stepped up onto the veranda where she stood and walked past her to the door. His hand grasped the knob, but he didn’t pull it open. Sighing, he turned back to face her. “What do you really want? Why did you come here?”

“I…came here to see you. I know what this house means to you, so I wanted to check if you were okay…but I noticed that the omega slut’s scent here isn’t as strong as it should be. Did you put her back in the dungeon?”

“No, she’s long gone, I let her go…so you can stop worrying about her.”

“Without killing her?”

“Not everyone deserves to die, Beatrice.”

“Not everyone, but I’m sure she does. You told me you’d kill her…you said she meant nothing to you even though she was your mate, so why didn’t you kill her?”

“Well, that’s because…she means something to me now.”

“Jake, don’t tell me…” Her breaths were heavy, clouded by anger. “You can’t be serious…I stuck by your side, Jake. I was here when she wasn’t and instead of growing feelings for me, you love her?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“What were you saying then?! When you were heartbroken by your mother’s death, starving by her graveside, who helped you? Who brought you up from your knees to your feet? Nobody was there but me, Jake…and I stuck by your side…I stuck by your side because I thought I’d one day be able to crack the shell you caved yourself behind. I’m the one who deserves your love…we’ve been through hell and back together, you can’t do this to me, Jake!”

Jake turned to face her. “Beatric~”

“No…don’t say it…!” A sob breached the air from her lips, and Jake’s jaws clenched at the sound of it. “She’s gone now, you’ll look at me…you’ll love me!”

“Beatrice…it doesn’t matter if she’s here or not…I just…there’s no way I could love you the way you want me to. I do care for you, you’ve f*cked up more times than I can count, done things that nobody else could without me killing them. For everything we’ve been through together, there is a special place in my heart for you…but I simply cannot love you.”

“Why…?”

“I don’t know.”

Beatrice grabbed his collar and her other hand slammed against his chest; over and over again before suddenly stopping. Her head fell against him and there she cried just as much as she did when she was a child.

You see, she had come a long way with Jake, they both came from broken homes and grew just as broken. In a sense, they used each other as cement to build the ground they were standing on…

She knew Jake’s story, and he knew hers, and let’s just say their story began the same night Jake’s light turned into darkness.

~FLASHBACK~

Beatrice’s bare feet skidded against the grass as she ran, she kept glancing back, trying to see if her worst nightmare was still behind her. Even though she couldn’t see him, even though she didn’t sense him, she kept running…

Afraid…she always felt scared in that house and right now, fear circulated through her body more than blood did. Why was her life like this? Her parents died on a mission, and she was left in the care of a man that was undoubtedly mentally challenged.

He’d beat her for no reason, then had the nerve to call a twelve-year-old child weak for not being able to fight back. She wanted to run away, but she wanted to kill him first.

Her feet padded to a stop when her lungs felt just about to burst and instead of running, she walked on the sore soles of her feet. She wasn’t sure where on the pack lands she was, she hadn’t been keeping track of direction, but she’d been here before.

It was close to the alphas cabin; the beautiful place he stayed while his people were being abused. The suicide mission he sent her mom and dad on, why hadn’t he gone there to help when he noticed they didn’t come back? Why did he just leave them there to die?

Beatrice wiped her cheeks that had already been messy with tears as she walked up to his house. She wished she could just burn it down and listen to his screams as the fire scorched his skin, eating it away piece by piece. She wanted him to suffer in however way her parents did, she didn’t even want his bones to be spared~

Her head whipped up when the scent of blood drifted through the air; strong, suffocating. It was his blood, the blood of her current alpha. She stepped closer to the house and then stepped back. Anything going on in that house wasn’t any of her damn business.

She turned her back, but stopped when she heard a scream; one filled to the brim with dread, and then she could smell the alpha’s mate’s blood, mixing with the scent of his.

Something was happening, something really bad was happening, and she wouldn’t help them even if she could.

She retreated, hiding behind a tree until their son stepped onto the veranda, completely disheveled. He was covered in blood; blood that did not belong to him, and a knife dripping red was gripped tight in his hand.

He walked down the steps, glancing her way before walking off in the opposite direction. He didn’t see her, the tree hid her well, but she knew he knew she was there…

It was stupid, and she didn’t know why she did it, but Beatrice followed him, her steps slow, and yet they were still clumsy. He stopped by a tree and in the dirt beside it, he dug the bloody knife. “I did it, mom…I killed him for you, you’re completely free now.”

How could he…? How did he do it? He just killed his father, and yet he wasn’t even crying…he was…this boy…did he even have a heart?

She stepped out from against the tree she’d walked behind and stood beside him. She needed him…she needed him to help her.

“You killed your dad, didn’t you? You even killed your baby brother, can you please kill my uncle too?”