The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 132

Jake sat in his office, glaring at the paperwork on his desk. It’s been a week and a day since Delilah left, and he’d been anxious throughout every second of each passing day. He missed her; her scent and her beauty and the warmth…the calmness he felt whenever he was around her.

He missed her eyes, her lips…he just~ it was driving him crazy.

He kept wondering if he’d made the right decision. His heart kept tricking him, telling him he was a fool, while his mind kept giving him logical reasons as to why what he did was actually right.

And he didn’t know which one to believe. Maybe he really should’ve kept her here, maybe if he’d been more open to changing and more adamant with his confessions, then she’d eventually find it in her heart to love him back.

He should’ve tried harder to gain her heart, even though she’d done absolutely nothing and still acquired his. It was as though she owned his very soul, controlled every nerve in his head…because why every thought that popped up in his head was about her…?

He kept having flashbacks of him tightly hanging onto her and nightmares of her with somebody else; a blank faced man that was definitely not him. He was miserable…and lonely, and he couldn’t believe he was just now realizing that.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jake pressed his elbows against the wooden desk. He also felt like he should’ve been greedier instead of trying to change, because all his step towards change brought him was a growing misery.

His nightmares about her were probably him trying to accept the fact that the cure to his pain, the beat to his heart was really never ever going to run back into his arms.

And it f*cking hurts…it was tearing him to pieces, breaking him apart.

He wondered if she’d even thought about him once since she left…he wondered if maybe…just maybe she missed him too…

But realistically, he knew she didn’t. She was probably with that pitiful alpha Jeovanni now; the man she’d defended, the one she’d boldly told him she belonged to. She was probably happy now, and he was the only one drowning in sorrow.

The mate bond kept torturing him too, they were far apart, and it wanted them to be together. It kept hanging on just so their connection doesn’t get severed.

But he wished it would just let go and spare him the pain. He’d already made his decision to set her free, and he would not break his promise to her.

The freedom he’d given to her, he would not take it back…

Finally reaching for his pen, he began working, a method to keep her off his mind. But while reading through, he stopped because of the sudden jolt of pain in his heart.

The bond between them felt as though it was quivering, breaking…and its magnetic element was stronger now, begging him…no forcing him to go to her. He stood to his feet, his eyes flashing red and then back to obsidian.

For some reason, his control was faltering, and the instinctual side of him was trying to take over. This had never happened before, he didn’t understand what was happening to him or what was happening to her…

But if the bond was this desperate, then it was definitely something he needed to worry about.

Ignoring the pain, he walked around his desk and then out the door, meeting Beatrice on the trail towards the woods.

She smiled at him. “I was just coming to see you…where are you going?”

He walked past her, not having the time or the care to answer, but she grabbed onto his arm, nails gripping into his skin. “Answer me, Jake…you’ve been mad at me for days when I’m the one who should be mad at you. Can you just stop? I’m sorry I lashed out…I’m sorry I said it, so just…just talk to me.”

Jake sucked in a breath, trying not to groan from the pain that was destroying him on the inside. “Beatrice, I don’t have the time for this right now, I have somewhere to be. You can say whatever you want when I get back.”

“No, I…just tell me, are you going to meet Garth perhaps? Or are you go~”

“I’m going to Delilah…I believe she’s in danger.” He ripped his arm out of her grasp. “Tell Garth to watch over the pack while I’m gone…I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Not her again, don’t go…for once, just choose me.”

“Beatrice I…” He sighed when he saw her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t…I can’t choose you, I already told you that.”

He walked off, but stopped three steps later at Beatrice’s venomous whisper. “You’ll have to choose me, after all, she’s already dead.”

He turned to face her, not believing he’d heard her correctly. “What did you say?”

Beatrice glared at him, those eyes filled with anger and determination. “I said she’s dead…I killed her.” She laughed. “That night you said you set her free, after our argument, I sent some men after her. You love her so much, and yet, the connection between you two doesn’t seem strong enough.”

“Beatrice you…” Jake processed her words; slowly, and then his eyes widened at the revelation. Anger; a profuse amount of it tour through him, and the bit of control he’d held on to thinned all the way out.

He was seeing red now. The person he was staring at wasn’t Beatrice, this person was his enemy, one he would find joy in killing. He marched towards her, the pure rage disclosed in each and every one of his steps.

She staggered back. “Jake what you…? You’re scaring m~

”

His hand roughly grasped around her neck, squeezing tight enough to stop her breath. She gasped as he lifted off her feet, her head rising even higher than his. “Is it true? Is she really dead?”

“No, I…I’m s-sorry.”

“Answer my f*cking question! And don’t lie to me.” His claws withdrew, sinking past the skin of her neck, and she cried out, the tears in her eyes finally dripping down her cheeks. Her hands grabbed onto his, trying to get him to loosen his hold, but he didn’t budge. “Y…Yes! S-She’s dead…she’s dead…!”

“And you believe after killing her, you wouldn't be dead too?” Jake squeezed her throat tighter, lost in these emotions that were so new to him. He felt guilty, as if he was the cause, and he felt a tremendous amount of lugubriousness that kept feeding his rage. If Delilah was really dead…if she really did die, then what was the reason for his change?

If only he’d listened to his f*cking heart, if he’d kept her by his side, then this…this wouldn’t have happened…but then again, if she was really dead, why could he still feel the bond? And why did it still feel so f*cking strong?

“You’re lying…”

“N-No, I~”

“She’s alive…!” Jake twisted towards the sound of Garth’s desperate voice. “She isn’t dead…she’s alive.”

He stepped closer, reluctantly gripping Jake’s arm that held Beatrice’s neck. “Let go, please.”

Jake dropped Beatrice, who started gasping for air immediately, blood dripping down the sides of her neck as she stared up at him in disbelief.

“What happened?”

Jake asked, referring to Garth.

Garth held his head down, as though he was ashamed of himself. “Beatrice did order me and some other men to kill her. However, I killed them before they could…please, forgive her, spare her please…”

“Spare her?” Jake stooped in front of Beatrice, who flinched back. “Do you even deserve to be spared?”

“Were you…?” She swallowed. “Were you really going to kill me?”

“I was and I still would. I would kill you and then leave you to rot right where I picked you up at your uncle’s house. You should thank the goddess she’s still alive, because if she wasn’t, then you’d be seeing the old Jake…and not the one trying to change for Delilah’s f*cking sake. But mess up again, Beatrice…do it if you dare, and I’ll f*ck you up so bad you would pray we never come across each other in your next life.”

He stood up, turning his back and continuing towards the borders. He heard her sobs, and he heard Garth trying to comfort her, but he’d be damned if he looked back.

He had to go to Delilah…she needed him, he just knew it.

A/N// Welp…Jake just…I just…damn…

Beatrice got something she won’t ever forget and it wasn’t a good f*cking…lmao

Jake just changed from calm to full on rage/daddy mode…damn, now I even want to wipe the nonexistent sweat off his forehead.