Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

Five minutes earlier…

The congestion in my lungs forces me awake. A series of coughs leaves my lips as my eyelids fly apart. A groan leaves my lips as I sit up; in a second, it feels like I have just been hit over the head with a hammer. The pain was immense; it nearly drove me to tears. It wasn’t just my head; my entire body was engulfed in pain. Slowly, my hand goes up to my nape, and I touch it softly.

What happened? Why am I on the floor?

It takes me a moment to realize that I am lying on the floor in the hallway. Everywhere was engulfed in smoke, and I could feel a heat that could only be caused by one thing.

Fire.

Shit. Shit..

I shift to my knees as another series of coughs escapes my lips. It was getting incredibly hard to see with all this smoke. Hell, I couldn’t even breathe!

“Hello? Is anyone here? Please help me!” I say in between coughs, tears stinging my eyes as I try to crawl ahead. My bearings were all messed up, along with my brain. All I knew was that I had to get out of here.

My cries are met with no response, and panic courses through my veins. I don’t understand. How the hell did this happen?

The memory of what happened before I lost consciousness comes flooding into my mind. Someone jumped me from behind… and that was it? I thought I would be getting kidnapped, but I am still home. Could this have been an ambush? Is that why everyone is under fire? It had to be.

I have to get out of here.

But my limbs have grown incredibly weak. I can’t bring myself to move any further. The smoke filled my lungs so much so that it hurt my head. Is this it for me?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

My arms and legs grow shaky, and I drop to the floor. The heat around me increases, and the creaking of wood fills my ears. I manage to lift my gaze to see a hellish fire dancing over the ceiling. This building was about to cave in.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders and lift me to my feet. “Come on, little one, let’s go.” Uncle Richard’s voice fills my ears and relief instantly washes over me.

He throws my arm over his shoulder and wraps his around my waist. With his help, we are able to make it through the hallway and down the stairs. The exit was just a couple feet away from us; we are going to make it!

At least, that was what I thought.

As soon as we passed by the kitchen, a slight burst was heard, and a certain scent filled the air. Gas.

Oh no.

What happened next happened in a matter of seconds.

My gaze locks with Richard, and he smiles sweetly at me. “Tell her I love her, okay?”

“No!” I scream, but it was too late.

A burst of wind leaves his hands, throwing my body out of the house and through the exit with a speed I couldn’t comprehend. My body cuts through the air, tears in my eyes as my eyes locked with the last family member I had one last time.

The second my back met the grass, a deafening explosion filled my ears. Smoke and fire take over the sky, and my heart plummets to my chest.

I look back at the palace I just flew out of to see that it was completely and utterly engulfed in flames. Tears sting my eyes, and the pain I prayed to never feel again takes over my heart.

“Richard!”

My head snaps at the direction of Carla’s voice. She was sprinting towards the fire.

Quickly, I shoot to my feet and tackle her to the floor. Our bodies land with a hard thud, but it doesn’t stop her from trying to fight me off. Tears I have never seen in her eyes trickle down her face as she kicks and screams.

“Let go of me! He is in there, please!” She screams and I pinch my eyes shut, angry and pained tears slipping past my eyelids.

I ignored the pain her scratches and kicks inflicted on me and held her down. It takes her a moment, but she eventually stops. And when she does, I take her into my arms. I hold her tightly to my chest and let her sob.

Her cries of pain, along with the scent of Uncle Richard’s burning flesh and blood, will haunt me all the days of my life. I didn’t even know when my own tears began to fall, but I made no effort to stop them.

I look around the compound to see that most of the guards were either killed or knocked out. This was a planned attack. This is why they wanted Alex out of here; it was to divide defenses.

So they could kill me.

Uncle Richard sacrificed his life to save me.

My bottom lip begins to tremble, but I bite it to stop myself. I am so tired of crying; I am so tired of being so weak all the time. Even with these damn powers, I couldn’t still defend myself. Someone always had to come to my rescue. And now, because of this damn weakness, I lost the last person I had to call family.

My grip on Carla tightens, and I hold her even closer to me. “I swear I will find who did this. And I will make him kneel before you and beg for mercy,” I whisper to Carla, but she doesn’t verbally respond. She just cries and cries to no end.

The sound of approaching footsteps infiltrates my ears. I lift my gaze to see Alex sprinting towards me. The second his eyes fall on me, a wave of relief visibly washes over him. But that relief is soon replaced with worry when he sees the rage and bloodlust in my eyes.

“Did you kill him?” is the first question I ask him. My voice doesn’t even sound like mine. I suppose another piece of me died in that fire with Richard.

Alex’s silence was the only answer I needed.

“Good.”