The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 144

Jake opened the front door, leading the way inside. He couldn’t tell how he felt, but his heart hadn’t calmed down yet, and the butterflies flying around in his stomach were still there.

It seemed not everything had gone completely wrong because what just happened was definitely right…it felt right. All the pieces that had gone missing had fallen back into place…and the sadness and the disappointment ~in himself~ he’d felt was now what was missing.

He walked down the hall, glancing back at Delilah. The taste of her still lingered on his lips, and there was this greed within him that hungered for more. He could vastly remember the high-pitched sound of her voice as she moaned his name, and the great amount of pride he’d felt. The memories were fresh and haunting, tampering with his desires, provoking them.

He wanted to latch onto her thighs again and pleasure her until her legs shook like they’d done just now. Next time he wanted to go further; no boundaries, no limitations…he wanted to go all the way. He’d make love to her in the most caring way possible, and then he’d do it all over again.

Just thinking about it made him giddy. Perhaps she’d scream his name louder…perhaps she’d hang on to him tighter…perhaps she’d want him m~

“We’re here…” Her hand gripped his tighter, pulling him to a stop right in front of her door.

“Oh…” Jake ran his hand down his face, as if the act could rub away all the dirty thoughts that had been running through his head. “You’ll have to change your clothes and dry your hair…if you get sick, I’ll feel guilty. We only went out in the rain because of me.”

“You told me not to…I mean, if I get sick, then it’ll be my fault, I wanted to go.”

“Still, you wouldn’t have been so adamant to go if I didn’t tell you about dinner…and we didn’t even get to eat.” He sighed. “It’s pretty late now, and it was raining…the omegas must be sleeping…and it would be kind of selfish to wake them up.”

“I can cook…my mother started teaching me to cook since I turned fifteen. I’m nineteen now, so it’s been four years. Is there anything in the kitchen?”

“There is…I kind of filled it with food the day after you left. I was miserable, but then I remembered you told me that you preferred cooking for yourself. So I did that, just in case you came back…no, I did that to build my faith, I knew you wouldn’t come back, but I wanted to believe you would.” Jake confessed. He still wasn’t used to saying stuff like that, so whenever he did…he felt vulnerable; so open to her watching eyes.

She scratched the left side of her face, just before she started voicing her response. “I wasn’t going to come back, I didn’t want to…but then I felt so much relief when you came for me…when you actually still wanted me. I felt like I had no one to turn to…but you gave me a shoulder to cry on…and suddenly, I wanted to live a little longer.”

“Then, you’ll be living a while longer, because I won’t ever stop wanting you. I know, because I’ve never wanted anyone this much before. I’ve done a lot of wrong, but I’ve never been sorry enough to want forgiveness this much.” Jake took a deep breath, his hand gripping tighter to hers. “Delilah, I don’t want you to hate me anymore. I really want to be someone you know you can depend on, someone you can trust, and then at least one day…you can love me too.”

Her eyes averted away from him, and she nodded her head. “Hopefully, that day is near.”

“Yeah, hopefully.” He let go of her hand and then gestured towards the door behind her. “Put on something warm…please don’t get sick.”

“Okay…” She turned away from him and towards the door, opening it and glancing at him one last time before stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Jake retreated as soon as the door closed, walking back down the hall and then upstairs to his room. He changed his clothes, putting on a simple black shirt along with his gray sweatpants. He then grabbed the blow-dryer off the dresser before heading back downstairs.

He returned to Delilah’s room, knocking twice and then waiting for a response. It only took her seconds to open the door, hanging onto to a hand towel that was buried in her hair. Her clothes were changed, she was wearing the red pajama set he’d bought her, and a small smile graced his lips at that. At least she listened well. “Yeah…?”

“I thought you’d want this.” He stretched the hairdryer out to her, but when she reluctantly grabbed it, he didn’t let go. “You wouldn’t mind if I dried your hair for you, right?”

“That’s…” She pulled her hand back and shook her head, opening the door a little wider. “No…”

Jake walked past her on his way inside, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he possibly could…this was one way to do it. “Come here.”

She closed the door and approached him. “I’ll sit on the floor, the angle will be better.”

Before she could sit, he grabbed a cushion from the bed and handed it to her. “Here…take this.”

She took it, dropping it to the floor and then sitting down on it. Jake stretched across to the side of the bed, plugging the dryer in before turning it on.

He then started drying her hair and silence reigned between them until Delilah broke it. “You know, mom used to do this for me all the time…she knew I wasn’t patient enough to properly dry my hair, and she’d complain about it a lot.” She chuckled. “I used to think it was annoying, but now, I kind of wish I heard her complain one last time before she died.”

Jake stayed silent for a while, her voice sounded so sad, and he didn’t know what to say in order to comfort her…so he proceeded to ask a question instead. “What else did she complain about?”

“Not much, but she’d always tell me to eat more, and I couldn’t be sad around her. She hated it whenever I held my head down…whenever I thought less of myself.”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah, she cared so much about me that she didn’t seem to care about anybody else. She didn’t want me to feel the same way she did while growing up, you see. My grandparents were both betas, and they despised her for being born as an omega. She was constantly looked down on, and now I know it must’ve been way harder than she told me it was because she had a twin sister who was a beta…Quinn’s mother.”

“I’m sure they favored the beta. It’s a normal thing done in all packs…that’s how it is.”

“And she wanted to change that. She didn’t want me growing up and thinking that because I was born an omega, I’m beneath Quinn. She wanted me to feel just as important, so when everybody else favored Quinn, she favored me.”

“It must’ve been nice having a mother like her. She’s so considerate, she did her best to make you happy.”

“She did, and I miss her…I miss dad too.”

“You can talk to her, she loved you so much…where else would she go but in your heart?”

She laughed, the sound making Jake’s heart flutter. “You’re probably right, the Kathrine I know would never leave me behind.”

Jake turned off the blow-dryer. “It’s dry, I think.”

Delilah got up, and then she pointed at the cushion on the floor. “Now it’s your turn.”

“I can…well, I can do it by myself.”

“I could too, but I still agreed when you offered, didn't I?”

She took the hairdryer from his hand and he slowly slid off the bed and onto the floor. “Yeah.”

Delilah took a seat behind him on the bed, tilting his head to the side until it was resting against her thigh. She turned the dryer on, running her soft fingers through his hair. “I told you about my mom…what was yours like?”

Jake melted against her, closing his eyes to focus on the memories he had of his mother. “If I remember right, then she was…”

He spoke about his mom, and continued to even when the dryer was turned off. He felt so calm and comfortable that he fell asleep against her…this peace was one he’d never felt before.

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Delilah placed the dryer down against the bed. Tapping his shoulder. “I think I’ll go cook now.”

When she got no response, she craned her neck in order to see his face, and it was then she realized that he was asleep. She didn’t want to wake him, and there was no way to lift him either, so she took her time laying him down onto the mat, placing the pillow he’d been sitting on beneath his head.

She knelt in front of his sleeping form. He looked so innocent and peaceful; like a baby. It was surprising what trauma could do to a person, how it could change them. He wasn’t at all the person he’d portrayed at heart, he was better...way better.

Every villain had a story…but what exactly was hers? Her story wasn’t made up by pain, it was built by jealousy…her story was pathetic compared to his.

Pulling the blanket he’d given her when she came here off the bed, she used it to cover him. She’d cook dinner first, and then she’d wake him up so he could eat. However, just as she was ready to leave…she heard his calm breaths exhilarate and the peaceful look on his face vanished. “Wake up, mom…” he grumbled out. “Please…”

Was he...having a nightmare? Her eyes widened as she reached for his shoulder, trying to shake him awake, but instead of waking up, he pulled her towards him, and she fell against his chest.

His arms wrapped around her almost instantly and his breaths calmed as he whispered her name. “Delilah…”