The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 127

~CONTINUATION OF FLASBACK~

Warning: ThisChapter contains scenes that might be sensitive to some readers; such as physical and sexual abuse as well as gore.

He smiled, a sick smile that had Beatrice trembling beneath his hold. He’d never done this before, he’d never…he…h~ “Since you look like her so much, why not just pretend you’re her for tonight, hmm?”

The knife dug beneath the leg opening of her drawers, cutting both sides, leaving her completely open; naked to the night air as well as his watchful eyes. Her legs trembled as his grip on her hands tightened, her eyes wide as she began to beg; more desperately than she’d always done. “Uncle Julius, please…my mom…I’m not…please don’t do this. I’m b-begging you…uncle Julius, please don’t.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, unimaginable fear running through her…it felt almost paralyzing. He was her uncle for Christ’s sake…! But he’d gone mad. He was drunk without a sip of liquor, this man couldn’t be sane or sober.

“Don’t do what, Sandra…? I’m only doing what I’ve always wanted to…” He was calling her by her mother’s name, still smiling as he dug into his pants for his member. She wanted to vomit…to give in to the fear and its wicked paralysis, but she had to fight…she had to try saving herself…

His eyes met hers when she began to struggle against his hold; cold, and yet they held some form of amusement. Tears ran down her cheeks, and he used the knife to catch them. “Beautiful, cry just like that for me, Sandra.” He dug the knife into the wooden floor beside her, using the hand he had held it with to spread her legs wider. “When I’m done, I’m going to use that dagger my father gave me to kill you…Eric’s dead anyway, die too.”

His fingers reached between her folds, spreading them, and then she felt it; his hard-on pressing up against her entrance. A sob left her lips as she pushed back against the floor, looking at the knife, just hoping she could grab it. She couldn’t, her hands were gripped tight in his…but nothing could stop her from just hoping.

Her heels pressed into the floor, her struggle turning into desperate writhes, despite the pain that flooded from her fresh cuts. She should’ve killed him when she got the chance. She shouldn’t have hesitated…she was a fool.

If she’d killed him, then this wouldn’t be happening…if she killed him, then s~

A gasp left her lips when she felt him slowly paving his way in…and then he stopped, pulling back. “Sandra…it’s f*cking dry…!”

His free hand balled into a fist, and he slammed it against the left side of her face. “I know you’d been wet for him. What? You want to f*ck him, but you don’t want to f*ck me?”

He chuckled, and Beatrice swallowed the blood that had filled her mouth.

“It’s fine…” He brought his hand beneath his mouth, spitting against his fingers. “I know how to get you nice and ready.”

His hand slithered between her fold again, wiping his saliva between them. “Now, isn’t that bette~?”

The front door slammed open, and Julius looked up from the living room floor. It was dark, both inside and out…but as she bent her head back with a wince to look at who was there, she saw him; standing by the doorway like a knight in shining armor. He didn’t say a word, in fact…her uncle was the first to open his mouth. “What the…? Kid, what are you doing here?”

He rolled off her and approached Jake, who still stood by the doorway; unmoving. “Aren’t you the dead alpha’s son…?” He latched onto Jake’s shoulders, squeezing his fingers into them. “Run on back home, I’m busy right now…and don’t breathe a word about what you just saw, oka~?”

The sound of claws ripping through someone’s fingertip was heard; Jake’s claws, long and sharp. She barely even got to see them, as soon as they were out, he rammed his hand forward, penetrating her uncle’s stomach.

Julius gasped; the sound full of pain and surprise as he fell to his buckling knees. He looked up at Jake, who looked down at him with eyes that could instill fear into anyone. “I’m not just the dead alpha’s son, I’m practically the new alpha now. I am not a kid, I feel offended that you addressed me as a kid and yet, you were ready to f*ck somebody who’s probably the same age as me. Apologize…” He looked towards Beatrice, who had rolled onto her knees as he ruthlessly pulled his hand back, splattering blood all over the floor. “To the both of us.”

Julius groaned first, then chuckled. “The new alpha, you say? Word is already spreading that you murdered your own father, a ‘kid’ like you can’t lead, they’ll raid this pack, kill you and take it over…you won’t be the new alpha for long.”

“At least I’ll be the new alpha long enough to punish you for your disrespect.” Jake bent down in front of him. “I killed my father because I was offended by the fact that he didn’t even initiate an official funeral for my mother…isn’t that disrespectful? But I guess I’m lucky that she at least got buried…when I kill you, your body will be burnt with this f*cking house.”

“A little boy talking big…telling an adult to apologize to him…”

Beatrice looked down at the knife stuck in the wooden floor and with hands that were shaking, she clumsily dug it out.

“If you think I’ll sit back and let a kid murder me all because he thinks he’s alpha, then you’re wrong…”

She struggled to her feet, the cold wind whispering across her bare skin as she walked towards his back.

“I’ll kill you, kill her and then run awa~”

With tears running down her cheeks, Beatrice hammered the knife into her uncle’s shoulder and ripped it back out. The sound of his pained whimper had her stumbling back, eyes wide and fearful as he twisted his neck to look at her. “You little b*tc~!”

He cried out, blood spilling from the sides of his mouth when Jake rammed his claws into him again. “I don’t like people who get distracted easily…and I hate people who bark but can’t bite.”

He tore his claws out of him, only to sink them back in, again…and then again until her uncle fell back against the floor, struggling to breathe. Blood leaked in pools from his body, flooding the wooden floor, painting it in his blood and not hers. “S-Sandra…help me…help, Sandra.”

The fact that he still kept calling her by her mother’s name made her blood boil. Her parents died over a month ago, and she didn’t even get the chance to grieve. Instead of feeling sad because of their death, she’d instead been living in fear for her life…

And now he was reminding her all over again…that her f*cking parents were dead…that there was no Sandra, no Eric to go home to…just an empty house. This man, she hated him, she hated him so much! Why did he have t~?

“I’m not going to kill him, you do it.” Jake pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it towards her, and she clumsily caught it. “You’re going to be all alone now…learn to fend for yourself. He’s taken so much from you, let him repay you for it all; with his life. Don’t spare anyone, whether they are your family, your friend or your mate.”

He twisted around after that and walked out the door, leaving her alone with a man who had been causing her pain and heartache for a month. The knife in her hand trembled along with her hand. She couldn’t spare him again, if she spared him, then he’ll hurt her again…he’ll try to rape her again. She fell to the floor in front of him, crying as she lifted the knife way over her head. “S-Sandra...?”

“I’m sorry, uncle Julius…I’m scared…I have to do this…I have to…” She paused for a moment, shaking her head. “No, this isn’t something I have to do, this is something you deserve.”

Her trembling hands drove the knife down, hammering it into his chest, right where his heart was. He didn’t whimper or gasp…he just took a breath, his last breath.

She didn’t pull the knife back out, she left it in his chest and stood up on her shaky feet. She tousled the shirt the boy had given her, and pulled it over her head, covering a portion of her bare body, and then she staggered outside.

She looked around, and she found him leant against one of the trees with a bottle of what she knew was gasoline in hand.

“Are you done?” He eased off the tree and approached her. “You did well…Beatrice.”

At the sound of that ~his cold and nonchalant praise~ Beatrice burst into tears again. He didn’t hug her like a normal person would, instead, he stepped right past her, opening up the bottle and pouring its content all over the floor.

But it didn’t matter if he hugged her or not, he saved her life. She’d asked many other people for help, grown-ups who never came to her rescue…but him; her savior…her knight in shining armor…he didn’t ignore her cry for help.

He stepped outside when the bottle was empty, then pulled a lighter out of his pocket. “I asked my men to prepare a room for you in the pack house, you don’t have to stay here anymore…and the pack members will put out the fire before it spreads.”

A clicking sound was heard and then there was fire floating from the lighter in his hand. He looked over at the sobbing mess she was before throwing it inside the house.

He didn’t say a word more as he threw the bottle aside and started walking away.

Beatrice watched him, her lips trembling as she whispered out… “Thank you.”

He heard, but he didn’t look back…and once again, she did something stupid…she followed him, not looking back at the flames that licked at the godforsaken house.

“Why are you following me?”

“H-How do you know my name?” She sniffled. “You c-called me Beatrice e-earlier even though he called me Sandra.”

“I asked my men about you…I wanted to know where you lived.”

“O-oh.”

“Will you stop following me now?”

“Well…like you, I want to be like you. Teach me how t-to be strong, I-I want to be your beta.” I owe you that much.”

~END OF FLASHBACK~

Beatrice wiped her teary eyes, she wouldn’t stop following Jake. He was hers just as much as she was his.

She opened the mind link between Jake’s gamma and her; Garth. ‘Round me up some warriors…some with a ranking low enough that nobody will even notice if they go missing.’

‘Why?’

‘Jake set the omega free, I want them to kill her and then you to kill them…that way, word won’t spread that she’s dead.’

‘Why not just ask me to kill her then?’

‘If Jake finds out her blood is on your hands, he will kill you…but he probably won’t kill me.’

‘Alright, where are you? I’ll send you some men.’