Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

“Alex, where is all the sugar?” I ask him as I search all the cupboards for it. I spin on my heel when he doesn’t answer me. He is seated on one of the high stools, then gives me a shrug as a response. “This is your house; how can you not know?”

He raises two of his fingers in the air, then says, “Two things. One, you know I don’t enter the kitchen. Two, this is not my house,” he says, and my eyebrows furrow. I roll my eyes when he adds, “This is our house.”

Shaking my head in disbelief, I say, “You are so cheesy.”

I hear him snicker once my eyes fall on the sugar. I put some in the cake batter and mixed it. I wanted Alex and I to actually do something a bit normal tonight. It feels like ever since we met each other, we have had one goal or objective that makes us cling to each other.

But not anymore. Now I want us to spend the rest of the evening like a normal couple. My heart flutters at that thought. I can’t believe Alex and I are actually a couple now.

Once I am done mixing the cake batter, I pour it into the pan and throw it in the oven. After setting the timer, I dust my hands and turn to Alex, who has been staring at me the entire time.

“You do know staring at me like that is creepy, right?” I ask him, and he shrugs once again, this time the corner of his lips lifting.

“Then consider me the biggest creep you will ever meet because I am not stopping anytime soon,” he says, and his words cause my cheeks to heat up. He hops off his stool and closes the distance between us. He stops when our chests are barely an inch apart, and I feel my heartbeat speeding up. His masculine scent fills my nostrils, filling me with something that makes me desire him.

It made me need him.

His hand slowly comes up to my face, and I shut my eyes when they make contact. His touch is gentle, and his voice is raspy when he says, “How could you possibly want me to stop staring at such a beauty?”

His hand travels down my face to my neck, stopping at the skin above my cleavage. I wonder if he can feel how fast my heart rate has become. He draws his finger over the soft skin, sending tingles through my body. He brings that same finger to his lips, and I see a drop of cake mix on it just before he puts it in his mouth.

He hums, not taking his eyes off me as he says, “Delicious.”

I feel something stir in me, and I tear my gaze away from his. His fingers lifted my chin, forcing our eyes to meet once again. I notice that they have darkened greatly; they are filled with so much want and desire. They fall to my lips, and I watch him slide his tongue over his.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks me gently, and the amount of restraint he is using to keep himself from pouncing on me is noticeable.

“Do you even need to ask?” I whisper, and the second those words are out of my mouth, he seals our lips. Instantly, I moan into the kiss. His hands snake around my waist, pressing our bodies together. I can feel his hard member poking against my inner thigh and the bottom of my stomach.

His groan feels the air as his hands travel down my waist and to my ass. He squeezes the soft flesh harshly and sighs, tearing his lips away from mine for a moment. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he rasps against my lips.

“Then take me,” I say, biting my bottom lip and meeting his eyes with the same lust and desire. The corners of his lips lift into a devilish smirk, if only I knew what I had just gotten myself into.

His hands go to the back of my thighs, and he lifts me up. My legs snake around his waist, and he reconnects our lips. He takes me up the stairs, and the next thing I know, I am being tossed on the bed. A surprise gasp leaves my lips as my back makes contact with the soft mattress.

Alex hovers over me, the hunger in his eyes growing by the second. “Strip.” He orders.

Slowly, I get to my feet and do as I am told. Our eye contact does not break as I begin to take off my clothes one by one. He does the same, and soon we stand before each other completely naked.

He snaps his fingers then points to the bed. “On the bed, now.” He demands, and I waste no time in obeying. Once I am on the bed, he joins me and flips me over so my ass is in full view for him. He places his hand on my shoulders, forcing them down on the bed. Now I am arching my back and leaving my ass on full display for him. His hand rubs my ass gently, so I do not expect the smack he gives the soft skin.

A yelp leaves my lips from surprise at his actions. My mouth falls open when he drags his finger over my wet folds, and his hum fills my ears. “Damn, you naughty girl. You are already so wet for me,” he purrs. He slips a finger into me, and a shudder goes up my spine. “You like that, don’t you?”

Unable to form any words, I just nodded. He slaps my ass again, this time a lot harder than the last time. “I need words, baby girl. Do you like this?” he asks again.

“Yes, I love it,” I moan. He adds another finger, and my mouth forms an O shape as he stretches out my walls.

“What about this?” he asks, and I bite my bottom lip.

“Yes,” I moan again. His thrusts become quicker, and my body trembles beneath him. “Alex, please,” I plead, and his fingers disappear from inside me. I almost cry from frustration until I feel his tip on my folds.

“Are you ready?” he asks, and I nod. He smacks my ass, and I instantly realize my mistake.

“Yes,” I answer.

He slides his full length into me, and a shudder goes up my body. His hard member stretches my walls, and I hear him release a slow exhale. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

My response is incoherent as his thrust quickens. My hands grip the sheets as he quickens his movement. Waves of pleasure wash over me as he pounds into me without mercy.

“Oh, fuck Alex, yes,” I pant. His hand goes around my neck and lifts me up, his member still buried deep inside of me. His other hand gropes my breasts and squeezes them softly. A gentle moan leaves my lips as he begins to play with my already-hard nipples.

Coupled with his powerful thrusts, I feel my climax approaching.

“Alex, I am about to cum,” I manage to let out, and he grunts.

“Not yet, baby. Just hold on,” he exhales, and his thrusts become more violent. His hand on my breast travels down to my clitoral area, and he begins to play with the wet, soft skin. Sensations I have never felt before erupt all over my body, and I feel a knot in my stomach.

“Alex! I am coming!” I yell out just before I reach my climax and spill my juices on his cock. A few more thrusts in, and he spills his seed into me. His hands disappear from my body, and my body collapses lazily on the bed.

His light chuckle fills my ears as he climbs over me. His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles sweetly at me. Something about the way he is watching me now makes my heart flutter.

“You are beautiful,” he rasps, and a lazy smile lifts my lips. He presses his to mine; this kiss is a lot gentler and more loving. My hands wrap around his neck, and my legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer to me.

I don’t know how long we stay in that position, but I push him away when an articular scent fills my nostrils. Burning cake.

“Alex, the cake!” I screech, and he hops to his feet. He quickly puts on his shorts and bolts out of the room. I lay back on the bed, trying to use the opportunity to catch my breath. I stared at the ceiling for some time, trying to process everything that just happened.

I chuckle to myself before finally getting the will to hop out of bed. I put my clothes back on and walked up to the mirror to inspect my face. I notice that I appear much happier; my skin tone is lighter, and my eyes are a lot brighter.

And it was all because of Alex.

Smiling to myself, I bow my head to button up my shirt. When I return my gaze to the mirror, I notice that the light in my eyes has disappeared. They were so dark and filled with a burning hatred. And that is when it sets in.

That wasn’t me.

My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach, and my blood runs cold. Spinning on my heel, I come face-to-face with Ana. And she does not look happy.

Her hair is a bit disheveled, and there was a bit of madness in her eyes. My gaze falls to the dagger in her hands, and I subconsciously take a step back until my back hits the mirror.

“Ana.” I say her name as a whisper, and the grin that lifts her lips is a bit psychotic.

She tilts her head to the side and says, “Hello, dear sister.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask her, and she laughs dryly.

“Isn’t it obvious? I came to take back what is mine,” she says, and my eyebrows furrow.

“What do you mean by that? I didn’t take anything from you; I never would.”

“Shut up!” She snaps, and a moment of silence passes. She breaks out into a sinister laugh. “Alex. That new company that suddenly turned out to be yours. The money. The fame. The life. It is all meant to be mine! I mean, look at you; you have always been the boring and dumb sister. If anyone is deserving of all these things, it is supposed to be me.” She screams, her eyes widening to the point where I am certain her eyeballs would pop out of her head.

I raise my hand gently to try to calm her down. “Ana, I understand. Just put the knife down, and we will talk about this.”

She pauses, her face void of emotions. “Talk? I don’t want to talk to you. I never have. You have no idea how much it disgusted me to pretend to like you when Jace left. But it was all part of my plan; that way, I could study you and the way you behave around Alex. Now I can finally get rid of you.”

I try to put as much distance between us as possible when she begins to walk closer to me. A bead of sweat trickles down my face, and I feel my heart racing faster than it ever has before. I stare into the eyes of the woman I once called my sister, and my heart shatters when I find nothing but a lust for blood within them.

“You can’t get rid of me; everyone will know that you are not me. and when Alex finds out, he will kill you,” I say, and she chuckles lightly.

“We’ll see about that,” she says, then lunges for me. I make a break for it, but she knocks me down.

“ALEX!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I try to fight Ana off me. My eyes lock with hers the second she raises the dagger. I plead with her silently, feeling tears sting my eyes.

“Goodbye, sister,” she says, then plunges the dagger into my chest. My eyes widen as a pain like never before courses through my body. A tear slips out of my eyes as she takes out the knife and plunges it into my stomach. Again. And again. And again.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Black dots taint my vision as I watch her stab me with no remorse. Suddenly, her head snaps in the direction of the door, and she bolts out through the window.

My eyelids grow heavy, and I feel myself slowly slipping away.

“No, no, no.”

Alex suddenly comes into view, and my heart clenches when I see tears in his eyes. He comes to my side and runs his hands through his hair in panic.

When his eyes lock with mine, the corners of my lips lift.

“I love you,” I whisper just before another tear slips past my eyes and the darkness welcomes me in a cold embrace.