The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 92

Quinn sat on the hospital bed, waiting for Zayd to return. Her encounter with Jeo made her feel as emotional as she thought it would; angry, sad and angry again. Every single member of that pack was a hypocrite.

Circumstances were what revealed their true self…

They turned on her the moment she became vulnerable, they’d only been on her side when she could help them…and recently, she found that Derrick was the same.

She thought he was different, even though he’d lied to her for her entire life, she still thought she could trust him as a father. He said he’d always be on her side, and even he betrayed her…

But then again, if Jeo betrayed her, then anybody else could. She didn’t care about it anymore. She wanted to put it all behind her, to forget about all those people. She wanted to start anew, to pretend that none of what happened did, and this was her first step towards that goal. She didn’t want to get tied up with those people again.

Sure, she pitied their current situation, she kind of felt bad for Delilah too…but they’d chosen their own path. They turned their backs on her and still expected her to pick them up when they fell. She was done being a fool now, she was going to stick by who stuck by her when she was at her lowest.

The only one who picked her up when she fell instead of pushing her further to the ground…Zayd.

Quinn looked towards the door when it was shoved open, and he staggered inside, groping his hurt shoulder. She stood up and helped him to the bed. “I told you I’d be back. Why did you get up when you know you’re in no condition to?”

“I’ve always been a jealous man, Quinn…If you’re going to meet your ex, of course I’m gonna come too.”

“You’re so…ugh…!” Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose. “You still don’t trust me, do you?”

“No, I do trust you, I just don’t trust him.”

“Anything you say, Zayd.”

“It’s the truth, I trust you.”

“As I said…anything you say.”

“Don’t tell me you’re mad at me…”

“I’m not, what made you think that…? I’m not mad in the slightest bit.”

“You sound mad to me.” Zayd searched her eyes. “You look mad too.”

“Stop, I’m not mad…just a little disappointed.”

“Why? It’s almost impossible for me not to feel that way about someone you’ve been with.”

“Yeah, I know…it should’ve been almost impossible for you to walk out of this room without the doctor’s approval too. I’ll get him just incase, I should’ve gotten the doctor the moment you woke up.”

“No need, I’m fine.” Zayd grabbed her hand when she tried to get up. “Nothing a kiss from you can’t fix.”

“Such a cringy line. I’m not kissing you.”

“Come on, prove that you’re not mad.”

Quinn’s eyes twitched. “That’s manipulation at its best.”

“It’s not…I’m just trying to steal a kiss.”

Quinn chuckled. “Convincing enough.” She leaned in, kissing his cheek before getting up. “I’m going to get the doctor.”

Zayd reached for his cheek in bewilderment. “Was that even a kiss? See…I knew you were mad. Kiss me properly first.”

“After you get your check-up.” She walked out the door, and came back minutes later with the doctor. Instead of sitting, Zayd was laid back against the bed now, obviously sulking.

“You woke up before I predicted you would. As expected of you…” Doctor Hamilton placed the book he had in hand on the bedside table and took a seat on the bed. He tested Zayd’s pulse, unwrapped and rewrapped his wounds. He also confirmed that the wounds were healing much faster now since he was awake and that Zayd could leave later in the evening before walking out.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Zayd slowly sat up. “Kiss me now.”

“You don’t give up, do you?”

“I barely ever do that.”

“I guess that’s why I ended up dating you to begin with. You never give up.” Quinn walked over to the bed, taking a seat beside him. She leaned back against the wall. “I’m glad you didn’t give up on me though, I’m glad we worked out and that we’re still together through thick and thin.”

“Me too…I’m glad I came back that night…glad I’d taken you away from that disgusting pack.”

“I was a bit hard to crack, weren’t I? I told you off more times than just one, and you’d still come knock on my father’s door. I wish I were as brave as you back then. If I were, then I wouldn’t have been scared to move on…or to even take your hand when you offered it to me. You don’t know how you changed my life. I’d probably be at my old pack right now, still living a lie with parents that don’t give a damn about me. Probably I’d have left on my own and become even lonelier, sadder. You did what I thought nobody could ever do again…you made me happy and also made it impossible for me to be happy without you. So don’t ever leave. Quit risking your life, quit taking on stupid challenges…because I’ll cry if you so much as get hurt.”

She leaned closer, resting her head against his arm. “Keep that in mind.”

Zayd stayed silent, as if he was processing her words. Seconds passed and then a minute…and then he finally opened his mouth only to close it again.

Quinn laughed. “I finally made you speechless, huh? You’ve always done that to me. You said things I’d never expect you to say, and then I wouldn’t know how to respond. This is revenge.”

“Mere revenge couldn’t have my heart fluttering like it did, Quinn. I’ll just regard your words as a confession of love, but know this…I love you way more.”

“You think so?”

“I know so…” He reached around her waist, pulling her onto his lap in a position where she faced him. “You know that too…I wouldn’t let you go even if it was the only way to save the world.”

Quinn gripped the sheets ruffled beneath her legs. “Me neither…”

“Happy to hear…” He leaned towards her. “I’m taking that kiss you neglected to give me.”

And then he planted his lips against her, kissing her passionately; deep and hard…with desperation. His tongue slid greedily along the line between her lips, and Quinn opened her mouth, giving him way to wholly devour her.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, warm and soft; searching it and when his hand, slid from her waist and down to her ass, Quinn quickly pulled back. “You can’t…you’re injured, Zayd.”

“All you have to do is stay on top…I promise I won’t even move.”

Quinn tried contemplating it, but before she could, Zayd took her lips between his again, kissing her urgently. He squeezed her ass before his hand reached beneath her blouse, slithering up her bare skin and then someway, somehow…it ended up over her breast.

Quinn moaned, and he swallowed it, rolling his finger over her nipple. She could feel the hardness that she was seated on, smell as his scent deepened…turning into a mesmerizing aroma that induced lust within her.

But she could also hear and smell his families’ approach, and she was sure he could too. They were coming here, she couldn’t let them see her like this.

Quinn pushed at his chest, breaking this kiss once again. She tried scooting off his lap, but he held her still. “Zayd you…let go you shameless jerk!”

Zayd chuckled, letting her loose just as the doorknob twisted and Quinn hurriedly shuffled onto the bed. Marcia walked in first, holding a bag in hand, one that had food in it.

“Morning lovelies…I heard from Dantae that you’re awake.”

“Dantae sure is becoming like Garth…if he’d kept his mouth shut, you wouldn’t have come here to disturb me.”

Quinn slapped his thigh. “Stop that.” She then turned to Marcia and smiled, waving at Nicholas and Isabella that stood behind her. “Morning.”

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine.”

“Good to hear. Instead of going to the canteen, I cooked up some breakfast this morning. It’s been so long since I’ve cooked you guys something. Dantae and Frederick are on their way.”

“Of course they are…they are always present when you decide to cook.”

“Can you blame them? My hands are blessed, Quinn will probably like it too.”

“I’m sure I will. What did you cook.”

Marcia grinned as she approached Quinn, seeming almost too enthusiastic. “I cooked up some…”