Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

I wish I could have stayed longer.

There were so many things I wanted to say to my mom, Jared, and even Sophia. I wanted us to go back to being the family we were once a time ago. But I knew that would be a lot to ask, especially seeing as the moment we returned to reality, Aira lost consciousness in my arms.

“Aira!”

My reflexes sprung into action, and I took her into my arms. Panic courses through my veins once I see how pale she has become. I am so damn foolish. I spent so much time in that realm that I didn’t consider how much energy it was taking from her.

I tapped her cheek lightly and called out her name severally, but she made no sign of awaking. Damn it, Aira.

She had absolutely no reason for taking me to that world; now she has drained herself damn too much.

“What happened?”

My eyes snap up to find Arnold limping up to us. His left eye was swollen shut and purple; there were several trails of blood trickling down his head, and his clothes were covered in blood and dirt. My eyebrows knit together when I see him, and I am curious as to how he must be alive.

As though he must have read my mind, he said, “Jared just beat me up really bad. I think because of our history he didn’t want to kill me; I really did think he would, but he just knocked me out.”

My eyelids narrow to slits, and I am about to ask him more questions when Meredith’s weight on my arms grows a bit. None of these matters right now; getting her home and making sure she wakes up was all that mattered.

I scooped her into my arms and rose to my feet. “You can drive with that eye, right?” I ask him as I make my way out of the facility, walking over the burnt bodies of our men. Arnold was limping behind me, desperately trying to catch up to my horrifying speed.

“Yes, Alpha,” he says, and I let out a grunt.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Good.” I say as we make our way to one of the trucks. He helps me open the door, and I step into the back with Meredith in my arms. Despite his injuries, Arnold gets behind the wheel and speeds back to the palace. As soon as the car comes to a stop, I carry her back into the infirmary.

I pass by Carla, whose eyes widen when she sees Meredith lying unconscious in my arms. She shields her mouth with her hand as she follows me to the infirmary. “What happened to her?”

“She just passed out. She must have overexerted herself,” I say just before stepping into the infirmary. I place her on the stretcher, and the doctors start to examine her.

“Alpha, you are going to have to leave.” The doctor doesn’t even finish his sentence before I growl in his face. He takes a step back and shifts his gaze to Carla; he looks at her pleadingly, and she nods in silent understanding.

She leaves, and I fold my arms above my chest. There is no way I am leaving her.

I watch them examine, paying most of my attention to her face, waiting patiently for her to open those pretty eyes of hers.

Please wake up.

And to my greatest surprise, she does. Her eyes lock with mine, and for a moment I wonder if she might have heard my thoughts. Quickly, I walk up to her side and caress her hair gently. She smiles softly at me, and her smile is tired when she says, “Hi.”

“Hey.”

The doctor finishes his examination and comes up to me. “Everything seems perfectly fine to me. She must have just used up all of her energy. She will be fine if she just gets enough rest.”

“Alright, you may leave,” I say, waving dismissively at the doctor. Aira slaps my arm, and I sigh before adding, “Thank you.”

The doctor’s eyes widen by a fraction; it was clear that was the last thing he had expected me to say. That was the last thing anyone in this kingdom would ever expect to hear from me. I am shocked when I see his eyes glazed over and he smiles a bit.

“It was my pleasure, Alpha,” he says, then takes his leave.

“You see why I say you have to be a lot nicer to your subjects; a little appreciation would go a long way for you,” Aira says, and I roll my eyes at her. She just regained consciousness, and the first thing she thought to do was nag me.

A sigh leaves my lips, and I scoop her into my arms. I hold her tightly against me and nuzzle myself into her nape. Her body was stiff, which was a clear indication that she did not expect me to do that. But I didn’t care.

“I am just glad you are okay,” I whisper to her, and that is when her body relaxes. Her fingers find their way to my hair, and she holds me softly.

“So am I.”

When I pulled away from her, she placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of my nose, but that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted her. I needed her.

I take her lips in mine, and we kiss each other hungrily. She moans into the kiss, and her hand tightens on my hair. I lay her back down on the bed gently and deepened our kiss. Her hands hurriedly go to my buttons, and she undoes them.

She pushed my shirt off my torso before going to undo my belt. My pants slide down my legs along with my briefs, and my hard member comes into view. She bends over to take me into her mouth, and the second her tongue makes contact with my tip, I feel nothing but pure bliss.

“Oh good God,” I moan out as she slides my entire length into her mouth. My hand finds its way to her hair, and I grip the delicate strands softly. I guided her against me, but in reality she was moving at her own pace, which was absolutely perfect.

She swirled her tongue around my tip, sucked it, and played with my balls. It was the best feeling in the world. Just when I feel myself twitch inside her, I pull her away.

She frowns when I pull her back into a sitting position. “You are the one that needs to be pleased, not me. You saved me; you are the hero,” I rasp and drop a swift kiss on her pretty lips. “Let me make you feel good.”

She bites her bottom lip, her beady eyes staring deep into my soul in ways that I couldn’t even explain. She nods, and my hands find their way to the tips of her shirt. I pull her shirt over her head and unclasp her bra. Her perky boobs come into full view, and I drool at the beautiful sight.

I latch my mouth onto her hard nipple and play with the nub with my tongue. Her head falls back as she lets out a long and throaty moan. I play with her twin with my fingers, pinching and pulling it softly, which causes her moans to increase.

My other hand goes down to her pants, and I undo her buttons. I leave her breasts and focus on taking her pants off. Our eye contact never breaks as I pull the hard material down her legs. Her wetness is evident from the stain on her pants; the scent arouses me more.

“I am so sorry for this,” I tell her, and her brows crease with confusion. But she soon gets the hint when I go down on her and tear her pants to shreds. Her gasps fill my ears, and I knew she was just about to complain, but I did not give her the chance to before positioning my head between her legs. I take her wet folds into my mouth and slide my tongue gently over them.

“Oh holy fuck,” she moans, spreading her legs even more for me to give me more access.

I continue to play with her folds with my tongue, proceeding to add my fingers to the assault. Her fingers intertwine with my hair, and she pulls them harshly, pressing me even more to her. It was her way of silently telling me to go on.

But I needed words.

I slip two fingers into her, and she throws her head back, letting out a long moan. “Oh fuck! Yes, please!” she says, which makes me quicken my pace. Her walls clench around my fingers and her legs begin to tremble. She was close, I could tell.

That was when I pulled away from her.

The sound that leaves her lips was like that of a child who just got their favorite candy snatched out of their hands.

I do my best not to chuckle as I position myself in between her legs. My tip rubs around her wet, soft pussy, and the desire and lust in her eyes were like none I have ever seen before.

“Are you sure you are ready for this baby girl? I rasp against her lips, and she nods. “I need words.”

“Yes, yes, please, I am ready,” she rushes out, showing just how eager she is to have me inside of her.

But I couldn’t give it to her that easily. I had to make her beg for it. “How bad do you want it, baby girl?”

I nearly burst out laughing at her facial expression. “Fuck yes, I want you! I need you! Please!”

It was when I saw that she was on the verge of tears that I pushed my entire length into her at once. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

Her walls adjusted to my size, clenching around me as I moved in and out of her slowly.

“Oh fuck yes, just like that,” she moans out, and something about the way she speaks with my dick inside her just turned me on even more. It was at that moment that I took my time to admire just how beautiful and delicate she is. It amazed me just how strong she was; despite everything, she was still so… perfect.

She was pure.

I really am a lucky bastard, aren’t I?

My thrusts quicken, and the stretcher begins to screech beneath us.

“Fuck, Alex, I am about to cum!” she says as her walls clench even more around me.

“Mae too,” I grunt, and a few thrusts in, we reach our climax together. My dick grows weak inside her, and her body collapses on the bed beneath us.

Our pants were the only sound in the entire room, and I brought my face to hers. Our noses were just mere inches away; they brushed each other as our breaths fanned each other.

“Guess what?” I ask her in between pants, and she smirks tiredly at me.

“What?”

“I love you.”

Her cheeks grow three shades redder, and she bites her bottom lip. “I love you too, more than you will ever know.”

I wish I could say that this was the beginning of our happily ever after, but something told me that we were far from that.