The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate

Quinn’s heart pained as she stood breathlessly behind the tall, oak tree by the pack borders. She had known it for a while now, after three years of never-ending love between her and her mate, the bond was finally fading.

Unlike before, there was a distance between them, he only spoke to her when it was necessary and the intense lovemaking they used to indulge in was now no more. He barely ever touched her and now she knew exactly what the reason was…

It was because of the sweet and innocent omega he currently stood before, the redhead that Quinn called a sister. Their affair had been obvious, but Quinn pretended to be blind. She had seen the way they looked at each other, the desperate glances, the shy smiles…she had seen them all, especially from her sister, but she had decided to trust her mate.

However, that was the worst decision she’d ever made…for trusting him only made his betrayal even more painful…

Quinn wiped her eyes when tears graced them, she never thought he was capable of doing something like this to her, he was an alpha, but he had always been a gentle one…he used to treasure her.

Back when they had found out about them being mates, he had wooed her with sincere words and delicate touches against the shoulder and the waist until he had found his way around her heart. It had been like a Cinderella story, she had found her prince and she was his princess…but now it seems the glass slipper couldn’t fit her anymore…

Damn! Quinn’s hand clenched tighter against her chest when more pain weighed down on her. She shouldn’t have done this, shouldn’t have sprayed herself down with mask and followed him.

If she hadn’t, then the betrayal she now felt would not have been bestowed upon her. She’d still be in bed, feigning her trust for him, desperately trying to hang onto a bond that was obviously breaking…

Pathetic, she knew, but she loved him too much to just leave, even after discovering just why he’d been so distant. It was shameless, but she’d try, she’d try to fix the bond between them, to strengthen it.

She’d get him to love her again, they were mated for a reason, and she would not lose him to someone who’d soon get a mate of their own. She loved her sister, but Delilah would be better off saving herself for her mate.

Twisting on her feet, Quinn walked away from the scene. She went back to their house, the one Jeo had built for them. He had been so happy, he was so sure that he’d love her forever.

‘This is the spot, Quinn…we’ll build a house here…a nice house…one nice enough that our kids would still want to live in it after we become old and die.’

Quinn had been happy too, excited even. She had helped him, the pack members had helped as well, and now three years later, this house that was once full of love felt lonely and suffocating.

Stepping up onto the porch, Quinn shoved the door open and went up to their shared room, laying back down against the cold sheets. His scent was all over it…

Mint and cinnamon…

It was a scent that used to calm her, but now it was a scent that made her anxious.

Quinn reached for his pillow, hugging it to her chest as fresh tears glossed over her eyes. She shouldn’t cry, she was ranked a beta…she was stronger than this…

Everything would be fine; he’d probably soon find out that the love between them was stronger than lust. He’d come back to her…she just had to trust him and wait.

Hours passed before the door to the bedroom was finally pushed open and Jeo’s ~short for Jeovanni~ scent flooded in.

Quinn closed her eyes, feigning sleep as he walked into the dark room. He was done having his fun, and now he was back to a place he probably didn’t even want to be.

She heard him sigh, and then her body stiffened when he swiped her fiery, red hair out of her face, his soft lips that had kissed her sister’s forehead barely brushing against hers. “I love you, Quinn, but I’m sorry…”

He drew for the sheets, tucking her in before laying beside her. Quinn’s heartbeat quickened when his arms draped around her, and tears dripped from her eyes.

If he loved her, then why was he doing this?

Why was he sorry?

She heard him sigh again, the breath of air sounding as if he was in deep torment…

If he truly loved her…if he truly loved her, then he wouldn’t be sneaking around with her sister.

“Quinn I…”

Quinn’s hand clenched against the sheets as his head nestled against her back. “I think I…” he shook his head, becoming silent for a while. “No…it’s not just a thought…it’s something that I know…I’m sure of my feelings.”

His words were whispered lowly in the dark, and each one taunted Quinn in the most dreadful way possible. Her mate…he was telling her that he loved somebody else, wasn’t he? She wanted to turn around, to ask him why, but the answer to that question would only cause her more pain.

She thought this was forever…she thought they were compatible, she thought he understood her, and she completely understood him too, but she didn’t understand this…

This was a side of him she didn’t know…a side she did not wish to see. She wanted the past back, those days when he’d frown if she took too long to say ‘I love you’ back. Those days when he’d literally beg her to kiss him before he left out…those days, those nights of long and relaxing conversations. She wanted it all back, she couldn’t just let all that love go to somebody else.