Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

She was always a peaceful sleeper.

It was one of the things I loved about her.

Despite all the madness and craziness that has been going on, When it is time for Aira to go to sleep, she does so with ease. She slept like a complete angel; you would not believe the amount of trauma she has endured and the weight she has to carry on her shoulders.

When she was asleep, I always thought of it as the only moment she was happy. I always thought of it as the moment she was finally at peace. Which is why I loved watching her sleep. It was actually one of my favorite things to do.

That was until she died in her sleep.

That part was not fun at all.

I pay most of my attention to her chest, watching it heave up and down slowly. It was my only indication that she was still alive. I wonder now that all this drama is over if she would still be dying and coming back to life. That orb observed her power after all, but she has a different one now.

Or was it the same one?

Damn, this whole thing was confusing. I would have to ask her later. Maybe after our vacation. Right now, my biggest concern is making sure she has a fun time.

I grab the blanket and cover her body. She snuggles into the soft material and smiles softly, her eyes still shut. She was just so cute, even without trying. Something swirls within me as I watch her sleep like a child.

Subconsciously, I place a hand over my beating heart. The memory of that stake piercing right through it and pinning me to the wall. I honestly thought that it was it for me.

I never told Aira this, but within those few minutes I was dead. I saw those whose lives I had wrongfully taken staring at me. They were waiting for me on the other side, and they did not look happy.

Aira has no idea what she has done for me by bringing me back. If I had actually died for good, then my soul would have been tortured for life. But even though Aira miraculously brought me back to the land of the living, what now?

Will she keep bringing me back every time something or someone takes my life? How sure am I that she could even perform such magic again? It was her first time doing so; what if it was also her last?

I could no longer deny it; death is inevitable. And I will pay for my sins.

Shaking my head with a sigh, I get off the bed and put on my briefs and pants. I do not bother putting on my shirt before heading down to the cockpit and pouring myself some wine. I took down the entire glass, but I still wasn’t satisfied.

What I need is pure alcohol.

I take out a bottle of whiskey and don’t bother getting myself a glass. I take off the cap and take down the intoxicating liquid. It burns its way down my throat and chest, then finally to my stomach. And oh, how I love it.

I do not know how long I sit by the cockpit drinking; occasionally I look out the window and at the fluffy clouds. They always said heaven looked like a world set on a cloud.

Meaning that where I went when I died was not heavy. Because all I saw was red and the hateful gazes of everyone that I have ever done wrong.

“Alex?”

I am snapped out of my thoughts as Aira’s voice fills my ears. She is sitting on the bed with the blanket wrapped around her gorgeous, bare body. Her eyes are filled with worry as she walks up to me and sits on my lap.

She takes the bottle from my hands, and I expected her to return it to the cockpit, but she takes a swing at it as well. Her eyes pinch shut as she swallows it and shudders.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, and I avoid her gaze.

“Nothing,” I mutter, and she takes my face in her hands.

“Talk to me,” she whispers, staring right into my eyes with those doe eyes of hers. My God, I can’t get over how beautiful this woman is.

“It’s nothing, Aira. Believe me, I am fine.” I say, taking her hand from my face and placing a gentle kiss at the back of it. It is clear that she doesn’t believe me, but nevertheless, she lets it go.

“I may not get it out of you now. But I know I will later,” she pauses. “Just know that I am always here for you, okay?” She takes another swing at the whiskey. I snatch the bottle from her hands and place it back in the cockpit.

I take her in my arms, allowing the blanket to fall on the floor as I return her to the bed. “I know you are,” I whisper against her lips before taking them in mine. We spend the entire flight making love to each other, sleeping, eating, and making love again.

For a fraction of a second, I never wanted it to end.

In the next few hours, we will arrive in Italy.

I had one of the female attendants fetch some of Aira’s clothes from her luggage and bring them to us. She brought a yellow sundress, some silver sandals, and a summer hat. After which, she leaves.

“We need to have a shower,” I tell her with a mischievous grin, and she blushes.

I lead her to the bathroom and quickly turn on the shower. It is a bit more confined than the bathroom we are used to, but neither of us seemed to care. I turned on the shower, and warm water cascaded down our bodies.

She has her ass turned to me, so I put some soap on my hands and lather her body. My hand moves smoothly over her body, paying attention to every part of her as my hands roam her soft body.

A light moan leaves her lips when my hand finds its way to her boobs and squeezes them softly. I love her boobs so much; they are slightly bigger than my hand and fun to squeeze. Her nipples are always hardening at my touch. My lips find her nape, and I lay gentle kisses on them.

She shuts her eyes and tilts her head to the side, giving me more access. This is one of the thousand reasons why I loved her; she was always so compliant and ready for me.

My hand slips down to her middle, and I fiddle with the small nub. Her moans are like music to my ears. She arcs herself more into me, pressing her ass to my already hard member. I do not know how, but my tip manages to find its way to her entrance.

Thanks to the water and soap, I am able to slide into her with ease. Her wet walls clench around me, and I groan into her ear. I slide my entire length into her, taking a moment to relish in having my dick inside her.

Then I begin to thrust violently into her. The slapping of our skin is emphasized thanks to the water. Her moans, my grunts, and the slapping of skin fill the bathroom. Her body trembles violently, and I notice her footing growing weaker.

I pin her to the wall, continuing my attack on her from behind. My tip twitched inside of her, and I knew that I was close to reaching my climax. A couple of rams in, and I release my seed all over.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Our pants fill the steaming bathroom as we recover from the passionate sex we just had.

“I have never had sex this many times on a plane before,” she says in between pants, and I freeze.

My brows furrow, and I look down at her. “You have had sex on a plane before?” I ask, and she grins mischievously.

“No.”

My eyelids narrowed to slits, and I did not trust that smile on her lips one bit. With a growl, I dare to ask, “How many men have you had sex with?”

She laughs like I have just said the funniest thing she has ever heard before. “Trust me, you do not want to know,” she says and attempts to leave the bathroom, but I grab her wrist harder than I should have and pin her to the wall.

“I am not done talking to you,” I snap, and I instantly regret it.

Her eyes widen slightly, and I see a flash of fear in her eyes. What a great way to commence the vacation, Alexander!

“I am sorry,” I mutter beneath my breath, letting go of her wrist. At this point, I am unable to meet her eyes; I feel so ashamed.

I walk out of the bathroom and grab the nearest towel to dry myself off. Aira joins me shortly as I put on my clothes. There is an awkward silence between us, and I curse myself internally for ruining the mood.

Now we are both fully dressed and ready to leave the jet, but I did not want to leave with this awkwardness between us.

“Aira-”

“Look, it’s fine,” she cuts me off, and on a normal day, that would have pissed me off, but now. “You got jealous; I get it. And if you must know, the only person I have had sex with was Jace. The man I thought would be my endgame. But you-I don’t even know how many women you have been with, and something tells me neither do you.”

My head bows in shame because, as much as I hate to admit it, she is right. I have been with countless women; I don’t even have any idea what her body count is.

Aira continues, “But I try not to think about it because I know I would lose my mind if I did. After all we have been through, I try to focus on the present, and you should too.”

Then she turns her back on me and leaves.

I really did mess up, didn’t I?

Now that I think of it, I have never actually taken the time to get to know Aira. There has just been so much drama going on that we haven’t actually gotten the chance to learn more about each other. I have never really cared about getting to know anyone deeply, but it was different with her.

She is the mate that I have longed to have for many years; it hunts me every day that I treated her so terribly because she was a wolf. And because of that,

No, like she said, I am not going to dwell on the past.

This is our opportunity to get to know each other better. This is my opportunity to make things right.

And that is precisely what I am going to do.