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Betrayed, But Redeemed. A weakness in Danger
MARCELLUS’ POV.I woke up to the faint rustling of someone shifting nearby. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were weighted with stone, but I forced them open. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and the only light came from a small lamp on the bedside table. As my vision cleared, I saw Raphael sitting beside me. His face was drawn with worry, his brows furrowed deeply as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His hands were clasped together, and for a moment, I thought he might be praying."You’re awake," he said softly when he noticed my eyes on him. There was relief in his voice, but it was strained like he was holding something back."Barely," I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy. My body ached all over, but the worst pain was the one deep in my chest. It wasn’t physical; it was the weight of everything that had happened, the fear of what might still come.Raphael leaned back slightly, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. "You scared the hell out of me, Marcellus."I
Last Updated : 2024-12-26Betrayed, But Redeemed. Plan for a save
MARCELLUS’ POV.The strategy room buzzed with anticipation as I paced the floor. The warriors stood at attention, their eyes glancing between me and Raphael. Maps and diagrams were spread out across the table, detailing every possible location Fiona could be. My wolf stirred inside me, restless and on edge."We need to check this area next," I said, stabbing a finger at a spot on the map. "It's remote, but it’s close enough to the last sighting to make sense."Raphael leaned against the table, arms crossed, his face etched with concern. "If she’s not there, we’re losing time. Whoever has her isn’t playing games."I nodded, my jaw clenched. "We’re not leaving any stone unturned. We’ll send two teams. One to the north and one to the east."The warriors murmured their agreement, but the tension in the room was palpable. Everyone knew the stakes. Fiona wasn’t just anyone—she was important to both me and Raphael, and that was enough to rally the pack.Suddenly, the door to the room creaked
Last Updated : 2024-12-26Betrayed, But Redeemed. Abducted
FIONA'S POV.I woke up to the sound of chains rattling and loud laughter echoing off the silent cold walls of the small dimly lit cell I was in. My head throbbed from whatever they’d done to knock me out, and my body ached as if I’d been dragged through the mud. The smell of mildew and iron hung thick in the air, and when I opened my eyes, the dim light from a single bulb stung them.I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was. Cold tiles pressed against my bare feet as I shifted, and I realized I was sitting on the floor, my wrists bound in front of me by rough ropes. The place was small and claustrophobic, the walls stained and cracked, the ceiling so low I felt like it was pressing down on me. A heavy metal door stood on one side of the room, with a small barred window that gave me a glimpse of the shadowy figures outside. I shivered, the chill seeping into my bones."Awake at last," a sneering voice said, pulling my attention to the door. A man with greasy hair and a crooked sm
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Betrayed, But Redeemed. Daunting Stranger
FIONA'S POV.The hallway was long and dark. Every step I took echoed, making me feel scared. The man walked in front of me, moving like a hunter. I wondered who he was and why he was helping me.We got to the end of the hallway and he opened a big metal door. The light hurt my eyes at first. He covered my eyes with his hand.We were in a big, empty room. There were boxes everywhere and it sounded like machines were running. Men in dark clothes were watching us. The man looked at a fast, black helicopter."Get in," he said.I was scared but I hoped he was telling the truth. "Where are we going?"He stopped and looked at me. "A safe place.""Safe?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I believed him.He didn't say anything. Then he got in the helicopter too. The engine was very loud. We went up in the air and the ground got smaller and smaller.I was scared and excited at the same time. Was this really my escape? Or was I just going from one bad place to another? I looked down at the city lights.
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Betrayed, But Redeemed. Half brother’s revenge
RICKY'S POV.The rain hammered against the balcony, fine, it was bloody pissed just as the storm raging within me. I inhaled deeply from my cigar, the puff of the smoke a comforting companion to the satisfaction that coiled within me. I glanced down at the city lights, they all spread out beneath me. Somewhere down there, my brother, Marcellus, was undoubtedly tearing his hair out, searching for Fiona. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.How could he? What was so special about her? Marcellus had never let down his guard, but all for a girl he tore down the wall, a human girl at that? A weak, frail human lady.I had planned Fiona's abduction with the smartness of a seasoned hunter, snatching her right from under Marcellus's nose. The look of fury and despair on his brother's face, the raw, primal grief that had consumed him – it was a sight to behold. I basked in the memory, the taste of sweet revenge lingering on my tongue.Marcellus, the golden boy, the perfect heir
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Betrayed, But Redeemed. Game on
MARCELLUS’ POVThe rain was coming down hard, just like the storm inside me. I paced my room, worried sick about Fiona. My wolf, Raphael, sat beside me, watching me with sad eyes."We have to keep looking," I growled, my voice rough. "We can't give up."Raphael nodded. "I know, Marcellus. We won't. But we need to be smart about it."I sat down, feeling really tired. We had been searching for days, and it felt like I was losing hope.Raphael put his hand on my shoulder. "We'll find her, Marcellus," he said softly. "I promise."His words didn't make me feel much better. Fiona was my mate, my everything. I couldn't imagine life without her."We need to follow the last clue," I said, my voice hoarse. "It's the only thing we have left."Raphael nodded. "It's a long shot, but it's all we have."We turned into wolves, strong and fast. We needed to find Fiona.We ran deep into the forest, searching for any sign of her. The air was cold and wet, but we kept going. We had to find her.The trail
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Betrayed, But Redeemed. A visit to Ricky
MARCELLUS POV.We turned and sprinted towards the forest, our legs carrying us with unnatural speed. We were going home, to gather our pack, to prepare for the fight that was surely to come. Fiona was in danger, and we would do whatever it took to bring her home safely.The wind whipped through our fur as we raced through the moonlit forest, our senses heightened, our minds focused on the single-minded goal of finding Fiona. We reached the edge of the forest, the familiar scent of pine needles and damp earth a welcome relief.We shifted back into human form, our bodies aching, but our spirits fueled by a burning need for vengeance. We ran towards the pack house, our footsteps echoing through the still night. The familiar sight of the pack house, a majestic stone structure nestled amidst towering trees, brought a sense of comfort, a reminder of the strength and unity of our pack.As we approached, I saw a figure standing on the porch, her silhouette illuminated by the warm glow of the
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Betrayed, But Redeemed. The sick games
RAPHAEL’S POVAs soon as we stepped out of the helicopter, the cold morning air hit my face like a warning. The valley was quiet, almost too quiet, and every muscle in my body tensed as I focused on the figure standing before us. It was Ricky. His arms were spread wide like he was greeting us as old friends, but his smile? It was anything but friendly."Marcellus," Ricky called out, his voice echoing across the open field. "Welcome. It’s been too long, brother."I didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his words. My eyes darted to Marcellus, his jaw clenched tight, and his fists balled at his sides. I could feel the rage rolling off him, a storm barely contained.Ricky stood there, calm as ever, dressed like he’d just walked out of some high-end club. His dark hair was slicked back, his suit sharp and spotless. But his eyes… His eyes told a different story. They gleamed with a sick kind of pleasure, as if he was enjoying this.I stepped forward, putting myself slightly in front of Marc
Last Updated : 2024-12-29
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RAPHAEL'S POV.The room felt heavy, as if the air had thickened with the weight of what Marcellus had just confessed. Fiona’s eyes widened, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her confusion, her fear, and her disbelief were evident in her gaze. I couldn’t blame her. Hell, even I didn’t fully understand how this was possible. Two mates? For one person? It defied all logic, all the natural laws of our kind. "Say something," Marcellus urged, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. Fiona took a step back, her legs bumping against the edge of the bed. She looked between us, her gaze darting wildly as if searching for answers in our faces. "I don’t… I don’t understand," she stammered. "What do you mean, mates? And how can you both be—?" Her voice broke, and I felt an ache in my chest. Marcellus sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It’s… complicated," he said, glancing at me for support. I stepped forward, my instincts to protect and comfort her overriding ev
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FIONA's POV The soft murmurs of voices floated in and out of my dreams, their indistinct tones teasing my subconscious. It felt as though they were right next to me, then suddenly far away, like whispers carried by the wind. The warmth of the blankets cocooned me, and for the first time in days—or was it weeks?—I felt safe. My body ached in places I didn’t know it could, but the pain was dulled by the comfort of the plush mattress beneath me. Slowly, the fog of sleep lifted, and I opened my eyes. The room I found myself in was bathed in dim, warm light. The curtains were half-drawn, allowing slivers of sunlight to streak across the wooden floor. The faint scent of cedarwood and something more elusive—something distinctly him—wrapped around me. I knew instantly where I was: Marcellus’ room. The room was massive, yet there was something intimate about it. The furniture was minimalistic but undeniably elegant. A large oak desk stood in the corner, its surface littered with papers
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I shook my head, though my body told a different story. My muscles ached from days of confinement, my skin marked by the cruel hands of Ricky’s guards.“I’m fine,” I murmured, not wanting to burden him further. He didn’t press me, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. We moved in silence for what felt like hours, the forest gradually giving way to a rocky incline. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows that danced across the uneven ground. “Almost there,” Lucien said from behind us, his voice barely above a whisper. Raphael stopped, turning to look at him. “How far?” Lucien pointed ahead. “Just over the ridge. It’s an old hunter’s cabin—abandoned, but sturdy enough to keep us safe for the night.” Marcellus glanced at me, his brow furrowed. “Can you make it?” “I’ll manage,” I said, forcing a small smile. His lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me as we climbed. The cabin came into vie
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FIONA’S POV.My breaths were shallow, my heart hammering in my chest.“Are you sure about this?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound brave. Lucien glanced back at me, his eyes sharp and focused. “It’s now or never. We wait too long, and they’ll double the guards.” I swallowed hard, the weight of what we were about to do settling heavily on my shoulders. Escaping wasn’t just about me anymore—it was about survival, about not letting Ricky win, about finding Marcellus and Raphael. Lucien turned back to the door, his hand gripping the edge as he peeked out into the dimly lit hallway. The light flickered ominously, casting long shadows against the damp walls. “Stay close to me,” he murmured. With a final glance back, he pushed the door open silently, motioning for me to follow. My bare feet pressed against the cold, uneven floor as I crept behind him, every step echoing in my ears. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. “
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FIONA'S POV.I wanted to believe him. Something about the way he looked at me, the faint softness in his otherwise hard expression, made me think he wasn’t my enemy. “Why are you here, Lucien?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Because I couldn’t stand by anymore. What Ricky’s doing... it’s wrong. And if I can do anything to stop it, I will.” The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. For so long, I’d felt isolated, and powerless. But now, with him he stood abruptly, his movements fluid and purposeful. “You need water,” he said. I nodded, unable to deny the dryness in my throat, the ache in my body. Lucien strode to the door and pounded on it. The sound reverberated through the room, making me flinch. A moment later, it creaked open, revealing one of the guards. “What do you want?” the guard grunted, his tone dismissive. “She needs water,” Lucien said coldly, his tone brooking no argument. “She’s had enough,”
Betrayed, But Redeemed. Burden
FIONA'S POV.The world was a haze of pain and disorientation. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavy, as though weighed down by invisible chains. The cold air stung my skin, a cruel reminder of the damp, unforgiving environment I was trapped in. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together my fragmented memories. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was the warehouse. The fight. The chaos. And then... nothing. I struggled to sit up, my muscles protesting with every movement. The room I was in was stark and unfamiliar—gray walls, a concrete floor, and a single flickering light overhead. There was no warmth, no comfort. Just cold, sterile emptiness. My heart pounded as I took in my surroundings. A metal door loomed on one side of the room, its surface scratched and dented. On the other side was a small table, a tray of untouched food resting on top of it. The sight of the food made my stomach churn. I didn’t trust it. The silence was oppressive, broken onl
Betrayed, But Redeemed. Two Mates and a Human
RAPHAEL'S POV."She’s your mate, both of you., I know," Ricky interrupted, rolling his eyes. "You’ve made that abundantly clear. But tell me, Marcellus, how does it feel knowing you can’t protect her? That she’s suffering because of you?" I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped forward, my wolf growling beneath the surface. "Enough, Ricky! If you don’t give her back, I swear—" "Swear what?" Ricky interrupted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You’ll kill me? Tear me apart? Go ahead, Raphael. I’d love to see you try." Before I could respond, Marcellus placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. His touch was firm, grounding me in the moment. "We didn’t come here to fight," he said, his voice steady. "We came for Fiona. Take us to her, Ricky. Now." Ricky tilted his head, his grin returning. "Oh, you’ll see her soon enough," he said cryptically. "But first, let’s talk. It’s been so long since we’ve had a proper family reunion." Without waiting for a response, he turned and began wal
