Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Aira’s POV

It was not okay.

Nothing was okay.

I just murdered my very own sister. There is a tornado of emotions inside of me, and I did not know which one of them to feel. As I stared at my sister’s body laying hundreds of feet beneath us in a pool of her own blood, I couldn’t bring myself to accept that she was really gone.

But I knew she was.

Her face, so similar to mine, has splatters of blood all over it. Her eyes, which have been the only difference between us, stare up at the heavens, completely void of life. She really is gone.

I feel a gentle hand on my back, and I am instantly filled with warmth. But the warmth thaws the ice within me, and all the tears begin to fall. My shoulders tremble as the sting in my eyes becomes immense. I still could not take my eyes off Ana’s corpse.

My grip on the edge tightens, and my teeth clench with rage and hurt. “I killed her, Alex. I killed my own sister,” I say with trembling lips.

He tears me away from the edge and takes me into his chest. He caresses my hair all while hushing me. “It’s okay; it wasn’t your fault. If you hadn’t, then she would have killed you,” he says, but for some reason, that doesn’t make me feel any better.

My plan after cornering Ana up here was to detain her. I wanted to take her somewhere far away from here and lock her up. I wanted us to have occasional visits while I assigned a therapist to her because I knew her hatred for me was not normal. I thought it could be cured.

When I told Alex this aspect of my plan, he looked at me like I was crazy. I knew he found it hard to believe that Ana could ever be redeemed, but for God’s sake, what else could I have done? Killing her was never on my agenda.

I do not know how long I have my face buried in his chest, and neither do I care. He doesn’t seem to mind either; Alex just stands there, caressing my hair while I soak his shirt with my tears. From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Jace’s body. I do not know why, but I am incapable of feeling anything as I stare at his corpse.

Yes, it is true that I have loved Jace for many years. But at the end of the day, he was just a guy. A guy who cheated on me until he became nothing but a stranger.

But Ana was family, my sister. I never cared when I found out we were actually cousins; she will always be my sister at heart. If things had been different, if the treatment I wanted to get her had actually worked out, I wonder if maybe we would have been the sisters I had always dreamed we would be.

I would have helped her build an empire of her own, and we would have succeeded side by side.

But she just had to hate me with everything in her. why? Why did my very own sister hate me more than anyone else in this world?

The scream of a woman pierces through the air, forcing Alex and me apart. I look over the edge to find people gathering Ana’s body.

“Oh my God, she is dead!”

“She must have fallen off the top.”

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“Someone call the damn police!”

“We have to leave,” Alex says, taking my hand and leading me out of the penthouse. As we take the elevator down, he makes a few calls to security and our driver. “Keep your head down,” Alex tells me just before the elevator doors open.

Four guards appear by our side and escort us out of the hotel. I can hear the bustling of people and cameras clicking. They are taking pictures of Ana’s corpse.

I dare to make the mistake of lifting my gaze. My curiosity got the better of me. The press surrounded my sister, and soon the paramedics arrived. I do not know why, but I was suddenly overcome with rage.

The urge to scream at them to get away from her was so great. But Alex grabs my wrist to stop me.

“I promise that I will uncover the body, and we will give her a proper burial. But we need to get you out of here first, okay?” He whispers to me, and I take one last glance at the scene. At this point, I can barely see her anymore; she is surrounded by so many strangers, talking and taking pictures of her body.

I threw my gaze away from the scene, but it was too late.

“Oh my God, isn’t that Aira?”

“Wait, there are two of them??!”

Half of the members of the press come to surround me, but Alex makes sure that they don’t come anywhere close to me. The guards aid him, and all five of them act as my shield as they lead me down to the waiting car.

“Are you Aira? Who is that dead woman over there?”

“Are both of you sisters?”

“Can you tell us what happened before she fell?”

“Did you kill your own sister?”

“Tell us what is going on, Miss Kingston.”

I ignore all their questions and hop into the car. Alex gets in beside me, and the driver zooms out of the hotel and back to our home in no time. During the drive, I do nothing but stare at the outside world through the window. I can feel Alex’s eyes on me occasionally, but I do not bother to spare him a glance.

I believe that if I even spark a bit of emotion in me, I will break down all over again. So the drive is silent.

When we arrive home, I step out of the car without saying a word. Before I go inside, I hear Alex say, “I am going back to get her body.”

I say nothing in response to that and just head inside. Once I get to my room, there is a moment of silence. And then I finally lost it.

Without thinking, I grab a nearby vase and smash it against the wall with a scream. It shatters into a million pieces, just like my heart. I press my back against the hard wood and slide down to the floor, allowing the tears to cascade down my face.

Most might consider me a fool for mourning the girl who has tried to take my life several times.

But in reality, I am just heartbroken that my sister is gone. I stare at the gravestone with a blank expression. At this point, I am certain I have shed every drop of tears I had. Now it is the day of Ana’s burial, and I have no more tears left. Alex and the guards stand a few feet behind me, watching me.

I hate how they all acted like I was some ticking time bomb about to explode, let alone for too long.

My eyes remained glued to the words on Ana’s gravestone, and I wonder what I should do now. I think this is the part where I am supposed to make a speech, but I am short on words.

“Can you please give me a moment?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper, but I am confident Alex heard me. I hear their footsteps get further and further away until I can no longer sense their presence.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Um, hi Ana. It’s me, you know, the sister that killed you,” I say, then laugh lightly, even though there is pretty much nothing funny about the situation. I swallow. “I am sorry. I don’t really know why I am apologizing to you, even though you tried to kill me several times. I mean, I knew you always hated me when we were kids, but I never knew it was this much.”

The words on the gravestone start to blur, and my voice becomes shaky. My heart rate increases, and I notice the warmth of the sun has disappeared. The sky is suddenly gray, and for a moment, I wonder how that is possible considering that we are still in the middle of summer.

But what do I care? That was the least of my concerns at this moment.

My legs grow weak, and my knees meet the green grass. Placing my hand on the gravestone, I watch my tears drop onto her gravestone. But soon there will be other droplets.

Rain.

It starts to drizzle, and the weather becomes oddly windy. My hair fans my face, and despite the coolness of the air, I feel incredibly hot, as though I am about to come down with a fever.

My fists clench on the grass, and I swallow heavily.

“I am sorry things had to end this way. All I can do now is hope that you are finally at peace wherever you are, and you got to be with mom and dad.” I finish, then rise to my feet.

As I wipe my tears away, I notice that the once-green grass that surrounded Ana’s gravestone is all dead. First the change in weather, then the change in my temperature, and now this.

How strange.

There is a sharp sting in my head, and I have come to the conclusion that I am overthinking and just need to get some sleep. My eyes met my sister’s grave one last time.

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