The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 106

Athena's POV

The tears stopped flowing down my cheeks and the shaking stopped and a strange icy calm washed over me like I was suddenly looking at everything from outside my own body.

I lifted my head slowly and met his gaze directly and my lips curled into a bitter smile that felt foreign on my face.

"You think killing her made you win something?" My voice was quiet but it carried through the space between us and was sharp as a knife cutting through flesh. "You think taking Jess away from him somehow made me yours?"

His smile faltered just slightly and I could see confusion flicker across his features so I pressed on and my voice got stronger with every word.

"You actually failed Daxon and you failed spectacularly. You killed an innocent woman and her unborn child and guess what happened? I still wasn't yours after all that blood was spilled. Killing her didn't make me love you and it didn't make me want you and it didn't make me yours."

I leaned forward as far as the chain around my wrist would let me and my glare cut through him like a blade.

"All it did was show me exactly what you really are underneath all your pretty words and fake charm. You're a coward and you're a monster and you're a man who's too weak to win a woman without spilling innocent blood first."

I could see his jaw tighten and his eyes were burning with rage but I wasn't finished with him yet.

"And even if you kill Tristan too it still won't make me yours Daxon. You'll just be a murderer standing in a room full of the ghosts of people you've killed while screaming at a woman who will never ever love you back no matter what you do to her."

The silence between us was electric and tense and dangerous but I held his gaze and kept smiling because for the first time since this nightmare began I felt like I had some kind of power again.

"You want to know something else?" I said and my voice was getting stronger with each word that came out of my mouth.

"You're stupid and you're weak and you're pathetic. Because even after everything you've done and after all this blood you've spilled and all this pain you've caused, I am still his and I will always be his."

Daxon's face darkened and I could see the fury rolling off him in waves but I wasn't done destroying him yet.

"You know what the really funny part is though?" I laughed and it was bitter and cold but it was real.

"Even if I did say his name that night it wasn't because I loved him then. I barely even felt anything for him back then and I probably just thought he was attractive or interesting or whatever. But you turned that tiny little nothing into this whole obsession and you killed people over it."

I shook my head and looked at him like he was the most pathetic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

"You created your own worst nightmare Daxon. If you had just been a good mate and treated me right I probably would have forgotten all about Tristan Hayes and been happy with you.

But instead you became obsessed with a man I barely thought about and you turned him into the love of my life by being so terrible that anyone else looked perfect in comparison."

His hands were clenched into fists at his sides and I could see a vein pulsing in his forehead but I kept going because I wanted to hurt him the way he'd hurt me and everyone I cared about.

"So congratulations Daxon you played yourself. You turned a random attractive guy I might have thought about once into my soulmate and the love of my life. And now even if you kill him I'll spend the rest of my life loving his memory instead of you."

"Shut up," he said through gritted teeth but his voice was shaking with rage.

"Why should I shut up? You wanted to talk about the truth right? Well here's the truth. You're a failure as a man and as a mate and as a human being. You had everything you could have wanted and you threw it all away because you were too insecure to handle the fact that your mate might have thought about someone else for five seconds."

I leaned back against the wall and looked at him with disgust.

"And you know what the best part is? Even if you hadn't killed Jess I still would have left you eventually because you're abusive and controlling and you would have shown your true colors sooner or later. So really all you did was speed up the process and make sure that when I did leave you I'd have even more reasons to hate you."

Daxon's control finally snapped and he lunged forward and backhanded me across the face so hard that stars exploded behind my eyes and I tasted blood in my mouth.

"I said shut up!" he roared and his voice echoed off the concrete walls.

I spit blood onto the floor at his feet and looked up at him with a smile that was all teeth and malice.

"Is that all you've got?" I asked and my voice was steady even though my cheek was throbbing. "Hit me again Daxon. Show me what a big strong man you are. Show me how you win arguments by beating up women who are chained to walls."

He raised his hand again but then stopped himself and took a step back like he was trying to regain control of himself.

"You think you're so smart don't you?" he said and his voice was low and dangerous. "You think you can make me angry enough to do something stupid."

"I don't think it Daxon I know it. Because you're predictable and you're weak and you always have been. That's why you need chains and weapons and help from crazy women to feel powerful."

He stared at me for a long moment and then his smile came back but it was different now and somehow even more frightening than his anger had been.

"You're right about one thing Athena," he said and his voice was calm again which was somehow worse than when he was screaming.

"I am going to kill Tristan and I'm going to make you watch every second of it. But first I'm going to make him watch while I break you into so many pieces that there won't be anything left for him to save."

He walked toward the stairs and paused at the bottom to look back at me one more time.

"And when he's dead and you're broken I'm going to keep you alive for a very long time so you can think about how this all could have been avoided if you had just kept his name out of your mouth that night."

"Even if you kill Tristan, it still won't make me yours, or change the fact that I moaned out his name, because you'll just be a murderer standing in a room full of ghosts and screaming at a woman who will never ever love you back. I'll always hate you even in death"

His jaw tightened and his eyes burned with rage but I didn't stop.

"You're stupid Daxon" I said while spitting the words like venom. "Because even after everything you've done and after all this blood and all this pain, I am still his and I will always be his. And when I die it'll be with the thought of our sex on my mind. How he finally made me moaned his name nonstop, something you couldn't do."

The silence between us was electric and tense and dangerous.

Daxon's face darkened while the fury rolled off him in waves but I held his gaze and smiled because for the first time since this nightmare began I felt like I had power again.

"How about I tell you how she was murdered" he said coming down the step like he'd changed his mind from leaving, his voice was soft again but there was something in it that made my blood freeze.

I shook my head frantically my smile dieing immediately.

I didn't want to hear them, no I can't.

"No no no"

"I thought you had a sharp mouth?" He asked with a victorious sinister smile and I could see the satisfaction in his eyes at watching me break down again.

"Please don't" tears were now spilling down my face because I couldn't hear this and I didn't want to know but I could see in his eyes that he was going to tell me anyway.

He was going to make me listen and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

"She was so beautiful" he said and his voice was almost dreamy now like he was remembering something pleasant. "Even when she was screaming."

"Stop" I whispered but he kept going and his eyes never left my face while he watched every emotion flicker across it.

He was now standing so close to me that I could hear him like a loud speaker plugged to my hear.

"I followed her for weeks before I made my move because I wanted to know her routine and I wanted to know when she'd be most vulnerable and pregnant women, well they're always vulnerable aren't they?"