The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 105

"Exactly what you heard babe" My breath caught in my throat and my heart was pounding like it wanted to tear its way out of my chest.

Jess.

Tristan's first mate.

The mate who had died seven months ago, no eight months ago.

Back when I was still with Daxon and back when we were nowhere near America, let alone Tristan's pack.

"No" I whispered, shaking my head as if I could shake the thought away. "That doesn't make sense because we were in London and I was with you, I was with you!"

Daxon's lips curled into a cruel smile and his voice was smooth and mocking when he said "Exactly, you were with me and do you know why she died?"

My stomach twisted violently and I asked "What do you mean?" but my voice was louder this time and edged with panic. "What are you saying?"

He leaned closer and his shadow swallowed me whole while his words sank deep like venom. "Exactly what you're thinking."

My entire body went rigid.

"Yes" he said almost gently like he was explaining something to a child. "I killed her and do you know why?"

I couldn't speak because my mouth was dry and my chest was so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Because of you" he whispered and his tone was soft but sharp enough to slice me open. "Everything that's about to happen and all of it is your fault."

The room spun and I pressed myself harder against the wall while the chain dug into my wrist and grounded me as dread coiled in my gut like a living thing.

"No" I said but it sounded weak and pitiful even to my own ears. "No that's not..."

"Yes it is" and his voice rose now while the calm mask cracked to reveal the fury underneath.

"You led me to them and you made me curious, you made me angry enough to find out who they were and what they had and what you cared about, you brought me into their world Athena and Jess, she was just the first piece I knocked off the board."

Tears burned hot at the back of my eyes but I blinked them away because I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

He stepped back and looked satisfied with the devastation painted across my face.

"You should thank me" he said with a sneer. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have Tristan as your mate now because his little bond with her had to be broken first."

I wanted to lunge at him and tear him apart and make him pay for even saying Jess's name but the chain held me in place and my whole body trembled with rage and grief and the sick weight of guilt.

He was lying and he had to be lying.

But what if he wasn't and worse, what if it really was my fault?

My whole body trembled while rage and confusion tore at me from the inside.

"This is not my fault" I snapped and my voice was shaking but fierce. "You killed Jess because you wanted to kill her and because you're sick in the head. It's not my fault that you're a psychopath Daxon so don't you dare try to blame me for the blood on your hands."

Daxon laughed and it was low and cruel and he shook his head like I was the most amusing thing he'd seen all day.

He stepped closer until his shadow swallowed me whole.

"Not your fault?" he said softly and almost mockingly. "You really believe that don't you?" His tone got softer and almost pitying like he was talking to a child who couldn't understand basic facts.

"But it is your fault Athena and deep down you know it. You were the one who started all of this." I felt my blood turn to ice in my veins.

"What are you talking about?"

He crouched down in front of me until we were at eye level and close enough that I could see the anger glinting in his dark eyes and the way his jaw was clenched tight with barely controlled rage.

"You really don't remember do you?" His voice was sharp now.

I frowned because I was confused. "Remember what?"

"Do you remember the first night we were together?" His voice dropped to a whisper that was soft but deadly in a way that made my skin crawl.

"Really think about it Athena because I remember every single detail."

I stared at him and my breath caught in my throat because I could see where this was going and I didn't want to hear what he was about to say.

" You said his name that night," Daxon said and his smile was twisted and cruel in a way that made me want to throw up. "You moaned Tristan's name while I was making love to you"

My entire body went cold and I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.

"What... are...you.. talking.... about?" I breathed and I could barely get the word out.

"At first, I thought maybe it was just a mistake or a slip of the tongue. But then you said it again and then again and I couldn't ignore it anymore." he continued, his grin was wicked and vicious.

"So I went looking for him," Daxon continued and his tone was calm now like he was telling me about what he had for breakfast.

"I had to know who this Tristan was and why you, my mate, was thinking about him when you were supposed to be with me. The feeling I got when I found out he was supposed to be your brother." My mouth went dry and my blood ran cold.

Was this all my fault? No. He had to be lieing.

Daxon was a liar. I never did that.

"No" I said while shaking my head slowly. "No I never...."

"Oh you did" and his smile widened. "You just don't want to remember it but I do. Do you know how I felt? I loved you, gave you everything, but had to pay me with that. This is all your fault."

He paused and let that sink in while I felt my world crumbling around me.

"I found out he had a mate and that he was happy." He continued his cruel explanation like it was nothing. Like he was proud of him actions.

He let out a bitter laugh that made my stomach turn. "And I didn't do anything right away because I'm not stupid. I waited and I planned because I wanted him to feel it when it happened. I wanted him to lose everything when it would hurt him the most."

He let out a bitter laugh that made my stomach turn. "And I didn't do anything right away because I'm not stupid. I waited and I planned because I wanted him to feel it when it happened. I wanted him to lose everything when it would hurt him the most."

He leaned in until his face was inches from mine and my chest ached with dread because I knew what was coming next.

"So I waited until his mate was pregnant and until she was about to give birth to their first child. And that's when I killed her and made sure she suffered before she died."

The scream that ripped out of me came from somewhere deep inside and I didn't even know I was making it until I heard it echoing off the concrete walls.

"No!" I shouted and tears were streaming down my face and my voice was cracking with the weight of what he'd just told me. "No no no that's not true you're lying!"

I slammed my head back against the wall behind me and my chest was heaving like I couldn't get enough air into my lungs.

My hands clawed at the chain around my wrist even though my fingers were already raw and bleeding from all my earlier attempts to get free.

"Daxon!" I screamed and my voice broke into a sob.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Why? He had nothing to do with this, neither did she or the unborn child. They're all innocent, you should have killed me instead."

My voice echoed in the basement and bounced back at me like a ghost while leaving me shaking and empty and raw.

Daxon just stood there watching and smiling like a predator who'd finally drawn blood.

And that was when something inside me snapped.