The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate

Chapter2

Ava's pov

"Something wrong?" He asked with a brow raised, I could see the wheels turning in his mind

"I am far away from home" I muttered

"And where is home?" Lebron asked, his eyes burning with curiosity.

"None of your business. Better curb that curiosity of yours." I bit back. What the hell was wrong with me?

"There you go again" he sighed "Rest well then, I'll leave you to your thing now. I need to prepare for tomorrow's event." He said, turning to leave.

"Wait! Event? What Event?" I chirped.

"You know, for someone who doesn't like to answer questions, you sure have a lot to ask." He teased.

"Are you gonna keep being smug or you're gonna be a gentleman and answer my earnest questions" I urged. Trying my best not to show the whirlwind of emotions creating a storm within me.

"My apologies. I didn't mean to be smug. Only that your identity is shrouded in so much mystery, and thus, I let curiosity get the best of me." Lebron apologized, looking down with a guilty expression.

"It's okay. I'm sure it has been annoying for you to deal with someone so high-strung. More so, you saved my life. I should be showing more gratitude than hostility." I said. I looked down in apprehension and self-pity because of what I had become–hostile and untrusting.

"There is no need for you to be grateful to me. I did what any sane person would have done, so I don't see the need to stand on occasion." He retorted.

I shrugged as if to tell him to suit himself.

"And to answer your question, tomorrow is National Day, and there is usually a parade here in Greta. This year's own is extra special. It doubles as the Millennial Year since our great nation was founded." He explained slowly.

"Whaaaaaat? Millennial Year? Omg! Does that mean it's the year 19XX? But how?" I hollered in utter disbelief.

"Calm your pipe, tigress. Why are you acting alarmed about what year we are in? Did you hit your head or perhaps travel back in time?" Lesbron said jokingly but this threw my mind into disarray. Memories from my past flooded my mind causing a sharp pang to course through her head. My eyes rolled back, and I clasped my head, grunting in pain. What on earth was the pain? I groaned and just like that, I passed out.

When I finally came to it, Lesbron was sitting beside me with a face riddled with so much worry and confusion.

" What happened to me? Don't tell me I passed out again?"

"Sadly, you did. You suddenly started convulsing in pain and clasping your head as if it was threatening to burst. Are you okay?'' Lebron asked.

"Not really, but I have to be. I need to leave here as soon as possible."I said with a determined look on my face.

When I was out cold, memories of before she died flooded my Head. As they came together to form a whole, I was able to vaguely understand what happened to me.

I had been killed in a conspiracy by those I loved and trusted with all of my being, but somehow I wound up alive here, in another state different from where my home was. More so, I had been transported two years back in time before when I was killed in my former life.

I desperately tried to deny the truth that now defined my existence as a being that had been brought back from the dead, but the warmth of the bed, and the sweet smell from the scented candles beside the lampstand made it all too surreal.

Even the cut from earlier, although treated, still sent tiny throbs of pain to my brain. How could this be? Things like things only happen in fantasy movies and novels but here I was.

I was done trying to understand the mystical power in place and would no longer let my sense of displacement rule me. I was gonna take this second chance at life to correct the errors I made which culminated in my death in my past life.

I turned to look at Lesbron who was beside himself with worry. Suddenly, an idea came to me which made me smile coquettishly.

"Lesbron, could you please get me something to eat? I'm famished." I humbly request.

"Oh wow! Sure. I'd be delighted to serve you. What would you like to eat?" He beamed with a wide smile which revealed his perfect dentition. He was excited to finally make headway with me. Before now, I had been high-strung and on guard around him which made him distressed.

"I'm not a gourmet. I enjoy any well-cooked meal. So, please use your discretion. Thank you." I chirped, as I lightly brushed back my fiery red hair which was a sharp contrast to my green eyes. Coincidentally, the color of my eyes matched the duvet which accented my elegance.

"Very well, I'll have my butler make you something sumptuous. You need to try his pasta, it's to die for." He chirped, unable to contain his excitement. He then proceeded to swipe up his right sleeve which revealed a smartwatch. He proceeded to place a call to his butler who wasted no time in answering.

"John, please fix a meal for my guest, and make it snappy, thank you." He ordered and hung up, not waiting to hear from Jones.

Lebron then looked back at me. He looked like he was wondering if it was the thought of food that made me that way or something else he was bothered to find out. He was way too elated to finally see me liven up and I couldn't help but smile.

Meanwhile, what excited me was the prospect of my plan which would soon unravel. I couldn't wait to put to this golden egg that had dropped on my thighs.

In a world like this, where I had been brutally murdered before, I knew there would be a use for a man like Lebron. I would be stupid to head into a battlefield this time without first arming.