Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

I felt so weak. I hated it.

This was not the time to be weak. My family needed me. My children needed me.

My heart still ached heavily from what Ana had done to Carla. I just wanted to rip her head off her shoulders; she took away one of the most precious gifts I had in my life. Carla was everything Ana wasn’t.

And I just know Ana knew it. That is why she took Carla from me first.

I won’t let her take anyone else again. I just wish I could get my hands on her. I hate how she sat so leisurely on top of a sculpture, enjoying the torment she was inflicting on my family. I can’t believe what Richard had done; he blew off Malaya’s head with his scream.

He must have the power of sound. How convenient considering he barely spoke. I have tried several times to figure out his power, but then I remembered I didn’t even know I had powers until two years ago, when they began to manifest. So, I knew it would take time until his started manifesting.

I suppose I was wrong.

I wanted to tell him to shut his eyes; he must be so scared after witnessing such a gruesome sight. He must be terribly confused too. My poor baby.

I need to get off this damn floor. God damn it, what did Vincent inject me with?

“Don’t bother; you are as good as paralyzed. It took us a year to prepare this elixir, but we finally found the perfect combinations to render you immobile and null your powers,” Vincent says from above, and I snarl at him. He takes out another syringe containing the same elixir and stares at it before looking at my son. “Now we just have to inject this brat with it too.”

“We should just kill him,” Ana says simply as she hops of the sculpture. The second those words leave her lips, a groan leaves my lips, and I gain some sensation in my fingers. I do not care what stupid elixir they injected me with. I have to fight it.

I need to protect my boy.

“Don’t you dare touch my son,” I say through gritted teeth. Ana and Vincent look at me, and the girl I once called my sister rolls her eyes in annoyance.

“Inject more of that into her. She shouldn’t even be able to talk. All she has to do is lay pretty and watch me rip every single one of her loved ones to shreds,” Ana says, and Vincent nods in obedience. ‘

As he crouches down to inject me with more of that godforsaken abomination, I see, “Just look at you taking orders from a girl. You really must have grown quite soft in hell.”

A loud slap is heard, and my cheek feels as though it had been set on fire.

“You bastard! I will rip that damn arm of yours off again with my bare hands,” Alex snarls, and my teary eyes meet his. Damon and Mason were both holding him down with chains.

Vincent rolls his eyes before injecting me with the elixir. “Good Lord, you all make a hell lot of noise.” He says before rising to his feet. “What are we going to do with the little bastard? Just one scream, and we all go bye-bye.”

Ana strokes her chin as she eyes my son evilly. I had this incredible urge to gouge her eyes out.

Richard stood on his own, and it drove me crazy knowing that the damn door is right behind him. Why won’t he just run? Why did he have to act brave today? Good God he is only one.

Ana snaps her fingers and walks up to Betty. “You can control blood cant you?” she asks Betty, who nods. The smile my sister has on her lips leaves me with a terrible feeling. One that made my skin crawl. She points a finger at Richard and says, “I want you to set his blood on fire. We will watch the twerp burn from the inside out.

No!

“No!” Alex screams at the same time I would have. I screamed at my body to move, to do something. All I could do was cry.

Betty aims her hands at my son, and that is when I regain sensation on my arm once again. But I won’t make it in time.

Moon Goddess, please!

Suddenly a dagger comes flying right past Richard. It cuts through the air and embeds in Betty’s throat. Instantly, her knees meet the tile floor as her choke fills the air. Her hand goes up to her neck to stop the bleeding, but she only chokes on her own blood.

And just in a matter of a second, she is nothing but a corpse lying in a pool of her own blood.

The sound of approaching footsteps fills the air, and I lift my head a bit to catch a silhouette of a man standing behind Richard. The figure comes into light, and a smile lifts Alex and I’s lips.

Jared.

“You all aren’t being quite nice to our nephew,” he says before smirking devilishly. “And I don’t like that.”

“Who the hell is this fool? Get rid of him,” Ana says dismissively, turning her back on Jared before returning to her spot on the sculpture.

Vincent nods at Damon, and he takes it as his cue to attack Jared.

What a foolish decision that was.

A burst of fire shoots from Damon’s fingertips, but Jared is able to dodge it, picking up Richard and rolling away from the fiery flames. The snapping of chains is heard followed by the choking of a man.

Alex had used Jared as a distraction as he rose to his feet and used the chains binding him to wrap around Mason’s neck. Before the poor guy could fight back, Alex had used all of his strength into tightening the chain, severing his head right off his body.

The second Mason’s body collapses to the bloody floor, Alex is back on his knees as he lets out a pained roar.

“You have no idea how satisfying it is to finally do this.”

My eyes widen slightly as Jace comes into view. He sneers at Alex as he drives his blade even deeper into Alex’s spine. I could feel his pain through our bond, and it was maddening.

Adira’s screams filled my ears, and my eyes fell on her as Vincent picked her up.

“No! Aunt Aira! Uncle Alex!” Adira screams for us, and Alex groans, trying to fight against Jace, but the bastard doesn’t take it easy on him.

“Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You might end up paralyzing yourself and remembering,” Jace paused, stopping to bring his lips to Alex’s ears. “This is a sensitive spot. It is scraping your spine, the core of your lycan. So whatever you feel, she feels.”

Alex’s eyes meet mine, and once he sees the tears in my eyes, he stops struggling. Completely.

I wanted to tell him to keep fighting. Our children were in danger.

Keep fighting you idiot.

A groan leaves my lips as Ana picks me up by the throat and pins me to the wall with a strength I never knew she possessed.

“Okay, I have had enough! Just kill them all!” Ana orders. Vincent, Jace, and Damon nodded in agreement. “Enjoy the show, sister.”

Vincent wrapped his arm around Adira’s head just as Jace took out another dagger and aimed it at Alex’s head. Damon takes in a deep breath, stretching his hand out at Jared and Richard, ready to unleash flames not even hell has seen before.

My family was about to be wiped out before my eyes.

No!

The world grows silent, and Ana’s smile fades. She lets go of my neck and takes a step back, looking at her trembling hands and then at me.

“What… What is happening to me?” She asks, trying to regain control of her hands.

The voice that leaves my lips didn’t belong to me but to a powerful being. One who would rather die than let anyone hurt her family.

“You seem to have forgotten, dear sister.” I lean closer to her and whisper, “I am the queen of both living and dead.”

A tear slides down Ana’s cheek just as I lift my hand skyward. The second I clench my fists, time returns. Vincent releases Adira, and Jace pulls the knife out of Alex’s back. All four of them walk up to the center of the room, trying to regain control of their bodies.

But the power coursing through my veins was too strong, even for me. I have never felt so much rage and hatred towards anyone in my life.

I just wanted them all to go to hell and burn for all eternity.

And burn they will.

Ana’s eyes locked with mine; she knew what was coming next.

“I will see you in hell, sister.”

“You won’t.” Is my response cold.

Twisting my hand in the air, Damon’s flames consumed them all. They wanted to scream out, but I clenched my fist, shutting their lips so they could burn to ashes in silence.

They have traumatized my family enough.

The smell of burning flesh and blood filled the air, and I watched them all burn until they were nothing but bones.

“Aunt Aira, did you do that?” Adira asks, staring up at me with amazement, and I clench my teeth.

I am going to have to find a way to wipe their memories; there is no way this is going to be their memory of their first birthday.

I kneel before Adira and inspect her body for any injuries. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” I ask her, and she nods.

“I am fine. But Uncle Alex doesn’t seem alright,” she says, and my head snaps to Alex, who was laying in a pool of blood on the floor.

“Alex!” I scream, running to his side and taking him into my arms. Blood poured out of his mouth, and he was paler than a ghost. “Alex, come on! Stay with me, please.”

His eyes flutter open, but I knew he was fighting to stay awake. His voice was faint; it came as a croak. With a shaky hand, he lifts his finger and points to somewhere in the distance. “Richard…”

My head snaps up, and my blood runs cold at the sight ahead of me.

Jared lay on the floor with his throat slit open.

But Richard was gone.

Alex coughs out more blood, and my teary eyes fall on him. “Find our son,” he croaks out as his eyes begin to flutter shut.

Shaking my head in refusal, I hold him closely to me. “No, I can’t lose you! Please!”

“You will lose me forever… if anything happens to our son.” He chokes out, spilling out more blood from his lips. I was hesitant; if I leave him now, then he will…

No. Please no.

As though he could read my thoughts, Alex said, “You have brought me back once; I know you can do it again. Now go.”

Wiping the tears off my eyes, I rise to my feet with a heavy heart. But it shatters into a thousand pieces because I knew that I had left a corpse.