A Second Chance With My Tribrid Alpha King

AUDREY’S POV

“I do not want an inch of her room to be left unsearched. Check every single place, and let me see all you could find.” I ordered Boyd, who bowed and left the room. I turned to Logan who still looked to be shocked.

‘This was long coming’. I muttered through our mindlink.

‘How?’ He turned to me. ‘Heather never seemed like the type to hurt anyone unjustly. She was my friend, for 2 years’.

‘And 2 years is enough to know someone?’

‘I fell in love with you in less than weeks, Audrey’.

‘Really?!’ I glared. ‘Oh well, why don’t you go ahead and tell me how you also realized how much of a betrayer I was, in a matter of one month?’. I stood up and walked out of the council room. I didn’t mean to fight with him, but was he really trying to defend Heather? The woman had just taken away Isla! She is his friend, how could he care so little?!

Heading towards my room, I mindlinked Layla.

‘Audrey! What’s happening?’

‘Layla, please ensure that the kids are fine. I can’t tell if the palace is safe at the moment’.

‘Of course. They are both with me. You sound pissed. What’s the update of things? Liam hasn’t said a word to me since the meeting started, and I can feel his energy. It’s haywire’.

‘He is probably too shocked to communicate right now’.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Heather is the suspect. She is missing from the palace at the moment. And an omega spotted her stepping out of Isla’s room this morning’.

‘Oh, goddess!’

‘Layla?’. I called, when I didn’t hear her speak anymore.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

‘I’m here!’. She rushed out. ‘Just shocked and confused’.

‘Same here! And I just can’t believe your brother is trying to defend her! It’s all clear for us to see. She probably had a mission in the palace, all along. And….’

‘Audrey, where are you now?’

‘In our chambers. I stepped out of the council room, for the fear of losing it with your brother’.

‘I would be with you shortly’.

‘Do not leave the kids alone, Layla!’ I rushed out. ‘We can’t even trust anyone of the nannies at this point in time’.

‘Fine. I’m bringing them with me. You shouldn’t be alone either’. She said, before shutting off her mindlink.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, Layla and Rosa showed up to the room at the same time. I saw that Rosa was holding little Logan, and figured they must have probably met themselves on their way here.

“Audrey!” Layla called out in worry, coming to sit beside me on the bed. “I can’t believe this is happening. Heather?!”

“So can’t your brother.” I shot back, unable to douse the feeling of annoyance within.

“Audrey….”

“Layla!” I cut her off. “Isla was his friend, for crying out loud. Heather hurt her, yet he tries to defend Heather?”

“Don’t think of it that way. Logan is just as shocked as I am. It should even be more shocking to him, because he literally dated this woman.” She reasoned. “You don’t want to know how scary it is, knowing you almost made a woman who could do something as terrible as this, Luna to your pack and kingdom. He’s probably just trying to process it all.” She muttered, the tip of her brows joining each other.

The moment she said that, I felt Logan’s emotions flood through our bond at once.

He felt very very distraught and confused. Why did I feel remorseful now?

“I just felt his emotions through our bond.” I whispered. “You’re right, Layla.” I sighed, Laying back on the bed. Little Logan crawled over the bed, and headed towards me. I opened my arms in invitation, and he came cuddling against me.

“Sorry, Auntie Audrey. Uncle didn’t mean to hurt you.” He muttered.

“No, my love. I think I hurt him this time.” I sighed, mindlessly playing with his hair. He released a deep sigh, and readjusted his body in a way that his head rested on my belly. I knew that position of his. He was about to sleep.

“So what happens now? How do we get Isla back?” Rosa asked in concern.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” I felt tears brim in my eyes again. Why was I just so fucking emotional?!! I was supposed to be strong! But how could I be, when Isla’s discussion with me, kept ringing in my mind. “She had told me.” I muttered.

“Told you what?” Layla asked. Just then, I sniffed Logan around, but didn’t try to turn and look at him. I already felt bad for transferring my aggression onto him, without bothering to really understand how he felt. How was he going to learn to trust me with his feelings, like I begged him to?

“There was a prophecy given when she was still younger.” I started. “Isla had been told she’d die at the age of 25.” At my words, the entire place went silent.

“She is 25 now.” Logan whispered, pulling everyone’s attention.

“Logan.” Layla called, and quickly made her way to where he stood by the door. My heart ached with more remorse, as Layla hugged him and patted his broad shoulders affectionately. “It’s not your fault.” She whispered. “We all never thought she could be capable of something like that.”

“I just don’t get it.” He pulled away from Layla’s embrace, and walked into the room. “She doesn’t have a family. She came to this pack all alone.” He sighed. “Infact, I felt so guilty breaking up with her, knowing she didn’t have so much people to fall back on, for emotional support. Why did she do this? Is she doing this on her own accord? If no, who is she with? Who does she work for?”

“Logan, calm down.” Layla said. “We would find out everything we need to know in time.”

“Do you think Isla is still safe?” He walked closer to where I laid.

Gently readjusting my body in a way that little Logan’s head was on my thigh, I sat up.

“I don’t think so.” I muttered in response, unsure he was in the mood to speak with me. “Isla had told me she always felt this bad and negative energy, whenever she was around Heather. According to her, she couldn’t really figure out if the bad karma hovered around Heather, or if it was Heather herself.”

“How come you never told me about this? We communicate a lot, don’t we?” He asked, looking disappointed.

“I know we do.” I teared up. “I didn’t feel like it was in my place to tell you a prophecy about her death. Moreover, I thought you’d probably shove aside her talk about Heather carrying a bad karma. I thought you’d rule it off as a product of their dislike for one another.”

“Goddess!” He exhaled loudly, pulling so hard on his hair. “Isla, Isla, Isla…” He muttered, looking like he was fighting back his tears.

“You both need your privacy?” Layla asked.

“No!” “No!” Logan and I replied at once, before sparing each other a quick glance.

“I mean,” I swallowed. “It’s better if we are all together, until we can be certain that the palace is safe.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “Liam, uncle Justin, and father?”

“They are all still at the council room.” Logan muttered.

“The meeting is still on?” She asked.

“I mean…. quite disoriented, but yes. It’s still on.” He nodded.

“And you left?” I asked.

“Well, you left. And I couldn’t remain there, knowing how unsafe the palace might be.” He looked away in a very cute kind of annoyance.

“I’m sorry.” I begged, holding out my hand to him, because I didn’t want to wake little Logan by standing up or moving around.

“I’m sorry too. It wasn’t as if I wanted to defend Heather or anything, but….”

“I know.” I interjected. “I know my love.” I nodded in understanding. “Do I get to have a kiss?” I asked, a silly smile on my face.

“Oh, pleeeassseee!!” Layla groaned in mock irritation. “Get a room, you two.”

“You’re literally the cockblocker here.” Logan shot back, and Layla gasped so loudly.

“Logan! My children are here.” She reprimanded.

“Well, my nephew is asleep, and my niece doesn’t really understand what it means to say a bad word.”

“Back to the matter at hand, guys!” I called their attention. “We need to head back to the council room, and follow up the situation on ground. We cannot be here making jokes, while Isla is out there suffering.”

“You’re very right.” Layla nodded.

“Layla and Rosa, please stay back with the kids.” I said, trying to wiggle my way out of little Logan’s hold. “My mate and I would join the other officials and see where this thing leads.”

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I stared down at the pictures in shock. No matter how hazy my memory was, I could definitely recognize the man in the picture. He was the very same man whom Logan had beheaded at his coronation, 5 years ago. I looked to the other picture, and I could have sworn that the lady in it was Isobel. But I knew better. She was Annabelle. Heather’s mother.

The caption behind each of the pictures, were clear enough. Mother, and Father. And these were found amongst Heather’s belongings. It suddenly became clearer to us all. Heather was working alongside the rogues, probably hoping to be reunited with her mother again.

“You killed her father at the coronation.” King Xavier pointed out the obvious, and Logan just remained silent. It seemed that we were more shocked as more discoveries were made.

“No wonder he was working for Queen Mercedes.” Isobel said. “My sister was a rogue, and they had a child together. Queen Mercedes had probably promised to reunite them, if Sebastian became king. That was definitely why Annabelle had given them the Rainos, and probably did a whole lot of other things for them.”

“We still can’t be sure.” Logan finally spoke up. “How do we really confirm that Heather is the child they bore together?”

“Logan, these pictures are enough proof. She definitely didn’t have them by accident. And she never had any sort of relationship with Isobel. The person in that picture is definitely Annabelle, and she is her mother. Come to think of it, Heather had suddenly just shown up here two years ago, with no family whatsoever. It’s all aligning.”

“I think the worse thing you all are failing to realize, is that they had definitely taken Isla to perform the sire bond spell.” Brienne said, and the whole place fell silent. Fuck.

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DIANAH/ HEATHER’S POV

I sat in front of her disfigured body, an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction within. I had hated her from the on set, knowing Logan always sexed her. I agree I was a fool to have fallen for him, but I couldn’t help it! Even knowing he was the very person who killed my father, did not stop me from falling in love with him. I was ready to give up everything for him! Including supporting my mother and the rogues on this mission of theirs, but he just had to ruin it all by leaving me for that stupid mate of his! I was his Heather! He was mine before she came along, and suddenly, he pushed me so far away.

“Are you ready?” I looked up to see Sebastian looking at me.

“Of course, I am. I would love to feast on her as my first hybrid meal, the moment I finally turn.”

“Good.” He gave an evil grin. “Pick her up!” He ordered one of the guards who followed him in. I couldn’t help but feel so angry at how comported she remain. She wasn’t crying for help, or begging me to let her go. I wanted to break her more than she already was. More than these injuries and bruises I had already inflicted on her.

We walked to the courtyard, where Mark and the werewolves waiting to be turned, already assembled.

“Bring her to the bonfire.” Mother instructed, and the guard dragged Isla along. She weakly fell to mother’s feet, who kicked her face. “Up!!” Mother ordered, but she remained unmoving. Feeling impatient, mother pulled Isla’s hand just a little above the fire, slitting her palm and letting the blood trickle into the fire. “Mark?” Mother called, and the hybrid stepped forward, stretching out his hand before she could ask him to. Slitting his palm above the fire, his blood trickled down.

Mother threw the knife to the ground, and started making enchantments over the fire. So suddenly, there was a mighty burst, and the flames increased massively. Mother abruptly brought her downs down, panting as she looked up at a curious Sebastian.

“It worked.” She announced. “The hybrid can successfully sire the others now.”

“Are you sure?” Sebastian asked, looking a bit doubtful.

“Didn’t you see the explosion in the fire, yourself?” She queried, and a large grin spread through Sebastian’s face.

“Beautiful!” He clapped.

“I can’t wait to sink my hybrid fangs into that neck of hers, and suck her dry until she dies.” I muttered.

“No, Dianah.” Mother shook her head at me. “I need her for something more important.”

“What?” I couldn’t help but glare.

“I need her magic. Since I couldn’t get Isobel’s, I would get hers.” She smiled victoriously. Even after hearing what my mother had just said, Isla remained neutral. If my mother took her magic, she could die. Was it that nothing got through that stupid skin of hers, or what?!!

“Before you all experiment whatever you wish to, I will have my fill of her.” Sebastian’s voice interrupted us.

“No.” I rushed out.

“Yes.” He grinned, walking towards Isla’s figure. I watched in horrific delight, as she weakly tried to inch away from Sebastian.

“No… no..” She muttered weakly, and that was when I felt real satisfaction. Something did pierce through her skin. Violation of her pride.

The moment Sebastian lifted her by the waist, she teared up. “Let me go….”

Oh, how fun it is, to see her break. I was going to stand by and let Sebastian dishonor her and break her, afterwhich I would watch my mother drain her magic until she dies. And if she doesn’t die, I’d kill her myself. And then, I would kill that other bitch. But before I do, I would take away a very important thing from her. What it was, I just didn’t know yet.