Betrayed by my mate, avenged by my Lycan

Chapter 5: The proposition

~Niklaus~

It was one of those rough mornings when I had woken up to my harem of women. I’d unleashed my anger of not being able to have an heir at them all through last night but I could still feel the remnants of the fury radiating through my body.

I looked at their pile on the floor and kicked one of them in anger. The action immediately made the others wake and scurry out when they saw that I’d waken before them.

What a useless bunch of infertile wolves.

If there was a stronger word to qualify them than useless, I’d be happy to know it. Once they were out of the room, my Beta, Alex came into the room and regarded my sour expression.

“I take it that you woke up on the wrong side of the bed again?”

I sighed and swung my legs over the bed to the marble floor. “Take them away”.

He seemed confused at my command for a moment. He looked to the door and back at me. “What? Those sets just came in two weeks ago. You have to give them more--”

“I do not want to see their stupid faces anymore. They’re useless to me. Sell them as slaves or do whatever you want with them. Just make sure they’re out of this Pack before I come back”.

I walked to my closet, and after going through my endless flow of black T-shirts, I finally selected the one I felt was the darkest, to accentuate my mood- not that I was ever in the mood to smile with people or laugh with them. It has never ended well. It makes people only look for ways to betray your trust and find your weakness.

I headed to the second one that houses my jackets and took out my favorite Armani leather jacket, wore my Clive Christian No. 1, and picked up a car key. Some days I would have preferred to smoke or run instead but this morning was just off for me.

So, I’ll drive.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked, following me relentlessly.

“I need to clear my head. Maybe I'll also ask the moon goddess what a wolf’s gotta do to have an heir. And I hope for her sake that she has some answers for me, or I’ll find her in whatever parallel universe that she’s in and put a bullet through her heart”.

I stomped to my Lamborghini pack shade, opened it, and got in. Just as I was about to drive out, Alex blocked me. I sighed in frustration as he walked towards me, worry etched all over his face.

“Nik, you can’t use your Lamborghini. It is too conspicuous. Have you forgotten that the rogue alpha is trying to have your head?”

“And you seem to have forgotten that I cannot be killed easily. Not by a mere alpha. I’ll have his heart in my palms before he can even think of moving in on me. Now, let me go. I’d hate to unleash my fury on these innocent omegas that are currently walking towards us”.

His gaze went to the group of omegas who were probably coming from kitchen duty and he moved away. At least he understood that I have no regard for anyone’s life ever. Especially when you cannot give me an heir.

I drove out of the mansion and crazily sped down the city until I stopped at the exterior of the woods that I always ran in. At this point, I felt my fury going down. I guess the ride had done me more good. And somehow when I’m furious in this manner, I feel like it drains me of all my energy and leaves me feeling empty.

I sighed and leaned my head against the headrest of my seat.

If only he hadn’t died. Not protecting him enough was my fault. They died because of me.

I got down and decided to take a walk into the woods, maybe even run a little bit to take my mind off the deaths of the two people that I loved most in the world. I thought about transforming into my wolf then decided against it.

Changing into my wolf would only make me stronger and more immune to pain and every other thing that I’m supposed to feel in this body. I had to feel them. I had to make myself hurt as much as possible. It’s the only way that I can atone for their deaths.

I sprinted into the woods, allowing the billowing air to ruffle my hair. The ground groaned with every frustrated stomp that I made and the trees whimpered at every cut that I intentionally gave myself, trying to feel all the pain that I could, trying to make myself hurt as much as I could.

Then I heard it.

At first, I thought it was my ears and the wind playing tricks on me, but then I listened with more concentration.

“I’m gonna make you pay for this betrayal, Jax!”

It was the sound of a broken wolf; a broken heart. A sound that I know well too much. I wondered how much this person would have been hurt and by whom. I made to go towards the sound but thought otherwise.

She can deal with her pain. I’m not a nice person who goes about looking for wounded hearts to mend.

I turn around on my heels and begin walking back in the direction of my car.

Then I heard a whimper.

And a sob.

And then a full-blown wail.

God! How could anyone be this whiny over a tiny issue?

Before I could think about it again, I found myself moving towards the sound. I didn’t know how or why I was so invested in meeting this person but all my brain could tell me was that I could not leave without making sure she was okay.

As I drew closer, this enticing scent started emanating from that direction. It clouded my sense of reasoning and made me want to throw everything away just to be closer to it.

There was a camp set up in the middle of the woods and in front of it sat a crumpled fragile-looking girl. I took a look around the surroundings and concluded that she hadn’t been here for too long.

“You will pay for making me lose everything, Jax. I promise you”

I was curious to know who this Jax was and what he had done to my mate to make her so distressed.

I stilled.

What?

Mate?

She suddenly seemed to be aware of the presence behind her then and she spun around with an agility that I’d had never guessed she had. The next thing I knew, she had a knife pointed at my chest. “Do not come any closer to me or I’ll push this knife into your heart”.

The picture of her standing before me with a knife in her hand, which by the way was visibly shaking, made a deep rumble in my chest with what I think was supposed to be laughter.

My gaze slipped from the knife up to her face. My goodness, she was by far the most beautiful thing that I’d set my eyes on in a very long while. She was not beautiful in that conventional way, but to me, she was something that I was capable of fawning over.

My mate.

But from her expression, I could tell that she was unaware of any connection that we might have which would be for the best since I have no intention of telling her. I never asked for one anyway.

But then I remembered the rage she had felt. Despite my indignation, I asked the one question that had been on my mind.

“Who is Jax and what did he do to you?”

I saw a shift in her temperament immediately. Her little plump lips quivered and I could tell that she was trying to hold off crying. Seeing her like that woke up something in me that I thought was long dead.

Possessiveness.

I wanted to find that Jax wherever he was, and make him pay for hurting this fragile thing. That was the only thing in my head when I blurted out.

“Bear me an heir, and I will help you get your revenge on Jax”.