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Betrayed, But Redeemed. The stern warning
FIONA'S POV.It was late, and the fire in Fiona's eyes had dimmed to a tired glow by the time I walked her to her room. She didn’t say much, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold together the fragments of her pride. I could still hear the echo of that vile accusation ringing in my ears, but for now, Fiona needed peace.“Rest,” I said, pulling the blanket up to her chin as she settled on the bed. Her auburn hair spilled across the pillow, and though her expression was still tense, the weariness in her eyes began to soften. “I’ll take care of everything.”She gave me a faint nod, her lips pressing together as if to keep from speaking. I leaned over, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t think about it, Fiona. You’re better than any of them.”Her eyes glistened, but she blinked quickly and turned her face away. I didn’t push her. She needed space to process everything, and I had work to do.Closing her door quietly behind me, I exhaled, letting the simmering rag
Last Updated : 2024-12-24Betrayed, But Redeemed. Loosing his mind
MARCELLUS’ POV.The sun was barely up, and the training ground was already alive with the sounds of men sparring, weapons clashing, and orders being barked. Normally, I would have taken pride in the discipline and strength of my pack, but today my mind was elsewhere. My focus was shot, and every move I made felt heavier than it should have.I stood in the center of the training field, arms crossed, watching two young warriors go at each other. They were eager, and determined, but sloppy. Normally, I’d stop them, correct their mistakes, and push them harder. But now, all I could do was stare blankly, my thoughts miles away.“Marcellus!” someone called, snapping me back to the present. It was one of the trainers, gesturing for me to step in. The men had paused, waiting for my instruction. I sighed, stepping forward and grabbing one of the wooden practice swords.“Let’s see if you can keep up,” I said, forcing a smirk to hide my frustration.The young warrior grinned, gripping his own sw
Last Updated : 2024-12-24Betrayed, But Redeemed. Getting her back
MARCELLUS’ POVDinner was served, but my appetite was nowhere to be found. The long table was filled with food, steaming and aromatic, yet I sat there pushing a piece of bread around my plate. My mind was restless, a storm brewing inside me that no amount of food could settle.The clatter of dishes and the low hum of chatter filled the dining hall. My men were enjoying their meals, exchanging banter, but I felt disconnected, their laughter grating on my nerves. I picked up a fork, stabbed at a piece of meat, and then set it down again without taking a bite.A maid passed by with a tray, her movements swift but unsteady. In her rush, she bumped into the corner of the table, and the glass of wine on her tray toppled, spilling across the polished wood. The liquid spread, staining the white tablecloth a deep crimson.My chair scraped against the floor as I stood abruptly. “Watch where you’re going!” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. The maid flinched, her face pale as she stamme
Last Updated : 2024-12-24Betrayed, But Redeemed. Confused Feelings
MARCELLUS’S POV The car was really silent as we drove down the dimly lit road. Fiona sat beside me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She looked out the window, avoiding my gaze, her profile illuminated by the faint glow of passing streetlights. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it snapped.Finally, she broke the silence. "Why did you come for me, Marcellus?" Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of her frustration and confusion.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. "You already know why," I said, keeping my eyes on the road ahead."No, I don’t," she snapped, turning to face me. "Because if you cared so much, why did you let things get to this point? Why did you let me leave in the first place?"Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I refused to show it. "You think I let you leave?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. "Do you have any
Last Updated : 2024-12-25Betrayed, But Redeemed. Raphael’s claims
MARCELLUS’ POV.The sun had barely risen when I stepped outside to oversee the pack’s morning activities. The air was crisp, carrying the faint smell of dew-covered grass and pine. I’d been awake for hours already, going over reports and planning the day ahead. It was my duty to ensure everything ran smoothly—to keep the pack strong and united. But my thoughts kept drifting to Fiona.She was always there in the back of my mind, no matter how hard I tried to focus. Her voice, her face, the way she’d looked at me in the car—angry and hurt but still so beautiful. I shook my head, trying to push her out of my mind for now. There were tasks to handle, and I couldn’t afford distractions.The training grounds were already busy when I arrived. The younger wolves were sparring in pairs, their movements quick and precise as they worked on their skills. A group of older warriors stood off to the side, watching and offering advice. My beta, Raymond, was among them, his sharp eyes catching every m
Last Updated : 2024-12-25Betrayed, But Redeemed. Attacked in the woods
MARCELLUS’ POV.The pack house was restless. Everyone moved quickly, their faces tight with worry. Fiona was gone. It felt like the walls were closing in on me as I paced the main hall, barking orders left and right. “Search the woods!” I said, my voice loud enough to shake the room. “Check the village too. She couldn’t have gotten far.” My beta, Raymond, came running toward me. He was out of breath, his face pale. “We’ve checked the outer borders, Alpha,” he said. “No sign of her yet.” My chest felt tight. I slammed my fist into the nearest wall, leaving a dent in the wood. “Keep looking!” I shouted. “Don’t stop until you find her!” Raymond nodded and hurried off. I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. My mind raced with questions. Where could she have gone? Was she taken? Was she hurt? Behind me, I heard footsteps. I turned to see Raphael walking in, his face dark with anger. His presence only added fuel to the fire burning inside me. “What do you want no
Last Updated : 2024-12-25Betrayed, But Redeemed. Saving an enemy
RAPHAEL’S POVThe bottle of whiskey sat empty on the table beside me. I didn’t remember drinking it all, but the burning in my throat told me I had. My hands trembled as I stared at the dim room around me, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering fire. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—Fiona. Her name was like a knife to my chest, cutting deeper each time I thought about it. I had told myself I would never love, never feel this kind of weakness. And yet, here I was, drowning in it. Tears blurred my vision as I leaned forward, burying my face in my hands. I wasn’t just angry. I wasn’t just hurt. I was broken. I let out a bitter laugh, though it sounded more like a sob. "Love," I muttered to the empty room. "What a joke." But it wasn’t a joke anymore. It was real. And it scared me. Memories I had buried long ago surfaced, dragging me back to a time I hated to remember. --- I was just a boy, no older than ten. My mother sat at the kitchen table, her hands trembling
Last Updated : 2024-12-25Betrayed, But Redeemed. Nurturing old wounds
RAPHAEL’S POV.I pulled the chair closer to the side of Marcellus’s bed, the soft scrape of the legs on the floor echoing in the quiet room. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor filled the silence, steady but fragile, reminding me with every sound how close we’d come to losing him. His face was pale, too pale for someone as strong and unyielding as Marcellus. It didn’t suit him.He stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering, and I leaned forward instinctively. “Marcellus?” I said softly, my voice almost a whisper. His lips parted, but no sound came out. His eyes opened briefly, unfocused, as if he were looking right through me.“It’s okay,” I said quickly, gripping his uninjured hand. “You’re safe now. Don’t push yourself.”His lips moved, but the words were too faint to hear. Then, as suddenly as he had woken, his head lolled to the side, and his eyes closed again. Panic clawed at my chest, but the steady beeping of the monitor told me he was still hanging on.I let out a shaky breath,
Last Updated : 2024-12-25
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Betrayed, But Redeemed. A startling confession
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
Betrayed, But Redeemed. Safe return
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
Betrayed, But Redeemed. A final escape
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. “
Betrayed, But Redeemed. A glimpse of hope
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
Betrayed, 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
Betrayed, 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
Betrayed, 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
