The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 149

Delilah’s fists balled against the tree as she watched the scene play out in front of her. She was standing in plain sight, and yet, it seemed she was invisible in their world; nonexistent.

Nobody batted an eye her way, and even after uttering a tragic goodbye, the duo in front of her did not let each other go. It was oddly unsettling for her, the fact that Jake was hanging onto another woman and the fact that he had the audacity to tell her he loved her in Delilah’s presence.

Her heart felt tight, and she wanted to let her pain out in a scream, but she bit her lip and stayed quiet instead…because she knew. She knew they loved each other; they’d been together before she came into the picture, and they would’ve still been together if she’d stayed out of it.

She broke them apart…in fact she was the barrier that kept them from being together and somehow, she didn’t regret it. She’d promised to start doing better, to stop being so wicked and selfish, but not tonight.

Beatrice could go to hell and her heart could burn to dust in the furnace…Jake wasn’t hers to keep. Delilah wasn’t going to be the one who cried tonight, Delilah’s heart wouldn’t be the one that turned to ash…it wasn’t a selfless thing to do, but she was going to save herself.

She tried to be considerate…especially when Jake started to grow distant. She’d been ready to give him up, to set her feelings aside and accept his…but not anymore. He still wanted her, he said so himself…and even if he wanted Beatrice too, she’d make sure to be the one he’d continuously choose.

Or else she’d be lonely once again; abandoned with absolutely no reason to live…

Her lip slid from between her teeth when the pressure she’d exerted on it started to supply her with pain, and her hands fell to her sides as she straightened up, ready to be brave.

Her steps were as shaky as her tremoring heart as she walked up to where they stood. She didn’t know what she was doing, her instinct was leading her; the wolf within her howling out in anger and in pain.

She grabbed onto his arm, which was laced around Beatrice’s back, and that’s when he noticed her. His eyes that were once closed peeled open, regarding her with a mixture of surprise and confusion. “Delilah you a~”

“How will she leave if you don’t let her go?”

“I don’t…that’s…” Her hand tugged at his, successfully ripping it from around Beatrice, and he raised a confused eyebrow at her. “Delilah…?”

The soft tone in which he said her name in had the jealousy that had clouded her mind clearing. Her hand immediately let go of his, and she shook her head, trying to regain the rationality she seemed to have lost. “It’s nothing, sorry. I’ll be inside when you’re done.”

She walked around them, shaky hand opening the door even as he called out to her. She slammed it shut as soon as she walked inside, breathing in and out; calming her stupid self down. What had she been doing?

They were friends, friends who’d probably not be able to see each other again, and yet, she was still trying to tear them apart. How could she try to be selfish again? How dare she attempt to ruin something just to make herself happy again?

Looking down at her shaky hands, she watched as they became nothing but a blur because of the water that filled her eyes. She shouldn’t be crying, she had no reason to be crying. He said nor did nothing wrong…

But she just…this feeling…this strong envious feeling twisting tight around her heart was getting to her. She never felt anything like this before. She’d wanted Jeo to herself, but not to this extent. Her heart never pained her this much when she saw him kissing Quinn…

However, this was different…with Jake…everything was. She liked that he always ran to her rescue, but watching him run away from her and to another woman flared a now blazing fire within her. She didn’t want to feel this way, but with the mate bond swallowing her up, how would she control and direct her emotions?

Rubbing her eyes dry, she trudged further into the house…stopping when Beatrice spoke up from outside. “Your baby seems to be throwing a tantrum, go pacify her or something…I’m leaving now.”

“Please be careful, and run back here if you have to. You’ll forever be welcomed.”

“Understood…”

Delilah heard retreating steps and then after a while, she heard the front door open. She rushed to her room at that, quickly taking a seat at the edge of the bed. She wiped at her eyes again, making sure that the fact she’d cried stayed unnoticeable.

His steps padded the floor, sounding slow and reluctantly and then he stopped in front of her door. “Delilah?” He knocked twice. “Can I come in?”

Delilah nodded nervously, forgetting that he couldn’t see her approval for a moment. “Yeah…you can come in.”

The door creaked open slowly, and he peeked inside, eyes searching the room until he found her on the bed. “Beatrice just left.” Was the first thing he said before sliding through the entrance. “I wanted to accompany her to the borders at least, but that’s not necessary…especially when you seem bothered. What’s wrong?”

Delilah shrugged as he closed the door behind him, then stepped up in front of her. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You didn’t seem fine a couple minutes ago…tell me, talk to me. What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

Delilah clenched her jaws, shaking her head. “No, you didn’t do anything…” And that was the truth. He did nothing wrong…he wasn’t the problem, she was. “It’s me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just…” She sighed, “I probably just never expected that you’d react this way upon hearing about Beatrice’s decision to leave, and I most likely wasn’t prepared to hear you tell somebody else that you love them.”

“Delilah, Beatrice is like family to me…when I said I loved her, I meant it in a whole different way from the love that I have for you.”

“I know…I know that, but you said if you could love her in that way…then you would, and that had me feeling insecure. I don’t want to lose you to someone else, but after watching you run to her…I felt like I could. I know what I’ve done in the past and if the goddess decided to punish me with karma…then having Beatrice brutally take you away from me would be a fitting punishment. That’s why I…I’m sorry…”

Her head dropped, successfully hiding her face away from him. “See? I told you that I’m the problem.”

She heard him sigh, but she didn’t raise her head to look at him. However, she felt as his hand combed her hair back in a soothing manner. “That won’t happen. I don’t want Beatrice the way I want you. I’ve never thought of stripping Beatrice naked a day in my life, never gotten hard just by looking at her…in fact, I’ve never gotten hard for her ever. Wanting an intimate relationship with Beatrice would be like committing incest. So, you have nothing to worry about. You live in my head, you practically own my thoughts. Everything I now do is about you. You’ve engraved yourself far too deep into my consciousness, I want you, Delilah…and I’m positive I always will. Look at me.”

Delilah hesitated, but raised her head anyway, looking at him. His hand slid down from the top of her head, latching onto the left side of her face. “Should I prove it? Must I show you how much I want you?”

Without thinking, Delilah nodded her head…not like she’d regret her decision even if she was thinking straight. “Show me.”

Jake’s hand slid further down her face, grabbing beneath her chin and pushing her back against the bed. “I will…as long as you want me to.”