The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 138

Jake leant against the door jamb that led to the kitchen, watching as the omegas filled the dining table with breakfast. Everything had to be perfect. According to Neil, he had to set the atmosphere.

Flowers were something women loved…so he told them to bring a few roses in a vase and just put them wherever they looked best on the table. You see…last night, he was given the premium advice ~as Neil called it~ in steps…step one was of course to dress presentably…step two was to set the atmosphere.

He’d finished both of those steps; though, it took him more than an hour to decide on the simple pair of jeans pants and the brown shirt he wore. His hair was the same as always, but he’d used up a tremendous amount of time trying and failing to style it in the bathroom. He’d washed his face twice and even moisturized it. He was going all out today, he was getting agonizingly impatient. He’d even told the omegas to bring a bit of everything they cooked, thus why a table for two looked like a f*cking table for six.

Was he doing too much? No, this was absolutely nothing compared to what he had planned later for dinner. He had to impress her somehow, this was possibly one of the ways to do it.

Clearing his throat, he gestured towards the head omega. “Are you guys done?”

“Yes, alpha.”

“You may go.”

She bowed her head, ushering the other omegas out, however, before she could leave, Jake stopped her. “One second…”

She turned to look at him. “Alpha?”

“The table looks fine, doesn’t it?”

“Well, it does…yes, it looks nice.”

She seemed nervous, but he could bet she wasn’t as nervous as him. “And what about me? How do I look?”

Her cheeks flushed, the middle-aged woman now seeming like a teenager about to do a love confession. “You look…Alpha, you look nice, you look the same as always.”

“What?!”

She jumped back, her head immediately dropping. “I’m sorry…! If I offended you in any way, I’m sorry…”

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, fanning her off. “It’s fine, just go.”

She rushed out of the room and Jake pulled out one of the chairs from beneath the table, flopping down onto it with a heavy sigh. He looked the same as always?

Other times he didn’t give a flying, sitting or standing f*ck about his appearance, but the day he finally took the time out to look better, he looked the same?

For such disrespect, he’d have killed that omega…especially since she ruined his f*cking mood. How would he be able to complete step three now? ~The step to look and act confident…~

Should he change? No, if he went back into that damn closet, he wouldn’t stop trying on clothes until tomorrow…damn it! Maybe the clothes didn’t matter, that and the fact that he’d done ‘wonders’ to his face…all that mattered was that he tried…right?

F*ck, even he knew he was wrong…how would he look different when he looked the same? Did that even make any f*cking sense?

He needed to go change!

Getting up, he walked out of the dining room, marching towards the stairs. As soon as he climbed the first one, his body came to a sudden stop when Delilah’s door opened.

He peeked over the staircase, watching as she stepped outside…rubbing her eyes while yawning cutely. Goddess knew what she was doing when she was making Delilah, or was Delilah the real f*cking goddess here?

Her eyes glanced around her surroundings until they found him, and his eyes averted immediately. Last night, he’d gone to see her while she slept. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep in peace if he didn’t get the chance to behold such vast beauty. “Good morning…”

“Morning…” She responded, voice as low as a whisper and as sweet as honey…that voice that could sway any man…even the devil. All of a sudden, he forgot just why he was climbing the stairs.

Stepping down, he straightened himself and directed his eyes back at her. He had to seem confident; even if he wasn’t. “Breakfast is already on the table, you might want to come eat before it gets too cold.”

“O-Okay…” her cheeks were beautifully flushed and her hair that had been loose last night was now tied in a messy bun. “Just let me brush my teeth real quick.”

Jake nodded. “Yeah, I’ll wait for you at the table.”

He walked away first, knowing he’d showcase his nervousness if he stayed any longer. He walked into the dining room, jotting back down in his chair and resting his hand against the left side of his chest.

His heart was beating so f*cking fast…was he okay? He was sure he wasn’t.

About five minutes later, Delilah walked into the dining room, quickening the pace of his heart that had calmed down during the wait again. He gestured to the chair in front of him, and she sat on it, eyes circling the table in shock. “Why’s there so much? Will Garth and Beatrice come over?”

She acknowledged just how much food there was and not the roses in the very center of it all? Did she perhaps hate flowers? Jake wanted to kill himself! “No, I…well, I just thought it’d be nice to have a lot of food for some reason…I didn’t get to eat last night either.”

“Why not? You sent me food, but didn’t eat?”

“I was a little busy. My beta came back from his mission. He was filling me in on everything that happened. The problem I sent him to take care of seem to have turned to into a bigger problem.”

“Oh…” Was her response. “I’m sorry to hear.”

“No, it’s fine…I’ll take care of it somehow.” He gestured towards the food on the table. “Let’s eat.”

He waited for her to grab her plate and share whatever she wanted in it before doing the same. It was quiet while he did so, and quiet while they ate, which probably meant it was time for step four.

Step four…give her the eyes, those eyes that will make her fall for you; the sexy eyes. One of the most important steps as Neil said, it goes along with step two ~setting the atmosphere~. He’d planned to save this move for dinner, but if it was so important, the sooner, the better, right?

He’d practiced before walking out of his room this morning, his sexy eyes were close to perfection now. Leaning forward in his chair, he rested his elbow against the table and his fist beneath his chin and just looked at her.

She was biting at the sausage on her fork, but stopped when she noticed his gaze. She gave him a weird look, as though she was heavily confused. “What are you…? Is there something in your eyes? You keep blinking…are you okay?”

Jake shook his head, rubbing his eyes in embarrassment as he leaned back in his chair. Maybe he should’ve practiced more and saved it for dinner…since apparently his sexy eyes made him seem as though he were going blind.

F*ck, she hurt his pride even without acknowledging it.

How would he be able to manage when it was time for the main event?

He wanted to truly feel like she was his…that mark that had turned into a scar on her neck, he wanted to replace it with his…to claim her wholly and irrevocable…

But he has to somehow make her want that too…and it was just so f*cking hard. He wished it were easier, but he was the one who'd made it hard for his own self.

A/N// I laughed at Jake so much while writing this. His panic almost killed me…lmao and the sexy eyes, I’m dying! How could I hate such an idiot?!

How do you guys think he’s doing? He’s doing good, isn’t he?

Sorry for the late update!