Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

“I can’t summon your mother, Alex.”

“Why not? You have done it once before with other spirits,” he says with a pout. It is at that moment that I realize that he might actually want to speak to his mother; it may not be directly, but through me he could.

A sigh leaves my lips as I slouch my shoulders. “It’s going to take a whole lot from me, especially if the spirit doesn’t want to be reached.”

As soon as those words leave my lips, I instantly regret them. Hurt flashes through his eyes before he tears his gaze away from mine and clears his throat.

“Yeah, you’re right. She probably doesn’t want to be a part of any of this.”

If I didn’t know better, I almost would have thought he was on the verge of tears with the way he kept blinking.

“You better give me a treat when all of this is over. A big one,” I demand, and he has the audacity to salute me.

“Whatever you wish, ma’am,” he says playfully, and I roll my eyes before lying back down on the bed. I shut my eyes and try to picture Elizandra’s face.

A few minutes pass, but nothing comes to me. When I reopen my eyes, I am met with Alex’s anticipating ones. I don’t think I have ever seen him so eager in my entire life.

And this wasn’t just about Alex; this was about me too. This was about the fate of our entire kingdom.

So with much more determination, I shut my eyes and deepened my concentration. It feels as though my body and the world around me begin to disappear. Her face was nothing but a dark, shadowy figure, but soon it began to clear up.

Her goddess-like face comes into full view as we both stand in the midst of darkness.

“Luna Elizandra, I need to speak to you,” I say, and the corners of her lips twitch slightly upward.

“I am no longer the owner of that title,” she says. I tried to meet her eyes but I couldn’t. Those eyes… The very same ones she gave Alex are one of the prettiest I have ever seen.

Elizandra tilted her head to the side and asked, “You are unable to look at me. Why is that?”

“Because I have failed you. It seems I’m the one who is bringing all this pain and suffering to your land, and I am unable to stop it. I am sorry,” I say, my heart filled with remorse.

To my surprise, Elizandra lets out a hearty laugh.

“Oh my goodness, you are adorable. I see why Alexander is so madly in love with you,” she says, and I turn bashful. “You have nothing to be sorry about, my darling. I have been watching my son ever since the day of my death, and let me tell you, I have never seen him so happy the way he is when with you. You turn him into someone I recognize; you are turning him into the son I raised.”

I couldn’t explain it, but a sense of pride washed over me.

“What can we do to stop Jared?” I ask her and her countenance falls.

“I believe my husband has already told you what needs to be done. Thank you all for sending him back to me. I have missed him a lot.”

That last statement left me completely speechless.

“Um, sorry about that.”

Her smile almost touched her ears when she said, “Don’t be; like I said, I have missed him.”

I’m not going to lie, Elizandra is a bit creepy.

Ugh, focus, Aira!

“We can’t just kill Jared. He has a pack of rogues always with him, and they are quite numerous, might I add. If there is a way we can catch him alone or get the rogues to stop working for him or something,” I suggest, and her brow hikes a bit.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“And what makes you think I have the answer you seek?” She asks, and I am left utterly speechless.

“I thought you would know,” I say, and her eyes soften.

“Come, let me show you something.” She turns her back on me and begins to walk forward. Suddenly the darkness around us vanishes, and we are standing in the middle of a grand hallway.

But not just any hallway; I recognize it as one of the passageways in the first palace. Things looked exactly the same, yet different. Everything was cleaner, newer.

“Jared! Jared, where are you, buddy?”

Buddy?

A little boy who I instantly recognize as Alex runs past us. He appeared to be around the tender age of nine. There was so much light and innocence in his eyes, I almost started to wonder if maybe I was wrong. This could be someone else.

But I knew it was him.

I will always recognize Alex, whether it is ten years earlier or ten years later.

He runs up to another boy with honey brown hair, no doubt Jared.

The brunette has a bouquet of flowers in his hands, and he was looking quite dashing in his little suit, if you ask. Alexander didn’t seem to think so though.

A frown takes over his features; the joy and excitement completely vanish when his gaze falls on the flowers in his friend’s hands.

“Why are you dressed up so fancy?” little Alex asks.

“I am going to ask Sophia to go to the dance with me; it’s today, remember?” Jared asks, but Alex doesn’t say a word. “I guess you wouldn’t know. You are homeschooled.”

“That doesn’t matter! You promised to play with me today!” Alex snaps, and Jared sighs.

“We can play any other day, okay? This is important.”

Little Alex folds his arms in front of his chest and pout.

So adorable.

“You mean she is more important than me.”

“That is not what I said,” Jared says before facepalming himself. “I have to go now, I will talk to you latwr buddy.”

Jared walks away and I am in utter shock when Alex begins to cry. I don’t care how old he is, Alex crying was a sight I never thought I would be able to see.

The scene changes to the entrance of the palace. Alex is standing with his hands folded in front of his chest as he is leaned against the doorframe watching Jared play with Sophia.

My heart aches for him.

He’s just a kid that lost his best friend to a girl.

“Alpha Louis Smith. He is the one supplying rogues to Jared,” Elizandra finally reveals.

“Louis? But Louis is an alpha. These wolves are rogues,” I state, and she nods in confirmation.

“Yes, he is. He also has the largest number of rigues captive; he offers to let them and their loved ones go after helping Jared out on attacks. Little do those poor creatures know that they were walking straight into an execution,” Elizandra says, and I shake my head in disbelief.

I have to admit, Louis was quite smart. He sent out rogues that were desperate for freedom instead of his own soldiers; that way no one would ever suspect him.

Sneaky ass bastard.

“But there is no way for us to prove this. I can’t just start pointing fingers without evidence,” I say, and she hums.

She walks up to the little version of her son and caresses his hair softly. His eyes are still fixated on Sophia and Jared; he doesn’t even notice us.

I don’t think he could.

“No, there is no evidence. But you can get him to admit it or stop helping Jared entirely,” she says, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

“How? He would never do that,” I state with confidence, and Elizandra nods in agreement.

“True, but you can blackmail him,” Elizandra says, pinching her son’s cheek sweetly. It is only then that I notice the amount of love and admiration she had in her eyes.

She missed him.

She continues, “Isabella Cohort, that is the name of his mistress. They met in a hotel named the Dome. You can get the security footage of them together. Threaten to show it to his wife, Caitlyn.”

My eyes were practically as wide as saucers.

“That’s it? Just blackmail him with security footage?” I ask, feeling the urge to slam my face against the wall.

“Believe me dear, Alpha Louis treasures his wife more than anyone or anything in this world. He would go to war for her,” Elizandra says softly, pouting her lips as she watched her son walk away sadly.

I scowl at her words and ask, “Then why would he cheat?”

Elizandra shrugs, “People make mistakes.”

Stupid ones.

I just hope this works.

“Please tell Alex I love him. And that there was absolutely nothing to forgive. I always knew he made a mistake.”

Her words bring a smile to my lips and relief to my heart. “I most certainly will. Thank you, Elizandra.”

“Anything for you, Luna Aira,” she says, and her words make my heart flutter. “Until we meet again.”

My eyelids fly apart, and the first thing I am met with is Alex’s waiting ones.

“Well? Did you see her? What did she say?” He asks eagerly. And for a moment, I see that little boy again. He is still in there.

“She loves you.”