All Chapters of Betrayed By Her Mate, Claimed By The Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ariana’s POV“What is your name?” I asked, seated opposite him, a desk wedged in-between us.“Bach.” His voice came out as barely a whisper.“Bach,” I repeated. “Is that correct?”“Yes.”“Alright then. Bach, can you tell me why you decided to end your life?”He lowered his head, pensively biting his lips.“It’s alright, if you’re not comfortable with that then we can leave it for another day. Whenever you’d like.”He fiddled with his hands anxiously, “No one thinks I’m worthy to be their friend.”I knitted my brows together, “So you’ve had no friends?”“I had just one. We were friends before I moved to the Central Academy. His name was Mark.”I leaned forward, “Tell me about him.”“He was the son of an Alpha wolf pack, the pack where I’m from. My father was the beta of the pack and as his son and a beta myself it’s customary that I’m introduced to the Alpha and Luna from a young age. So at five years old, I met Mark. He was my age mate and he liked to play a lot, especially at the bea

Bach’s POVEverything felt like a fever dream.How was it possible that in such a short span I had become an orphan and my best friend, my only friend who was also my mate was about to die?I refused to believe it, so much so that I waited till when my eyes would open again, revealing to me the smiles of my parents and the man I loved.But it never came.“You…have…to be…strong.” Mark drew in a shaky breath, loud enough to peel open my eyes to the reality in front of me.“No, no, no, no, no, no. Please for God’s sake, don’t leave me like this. I need you!” I cried out, tears pooling out from my eyes.He tightened his grip on my hand, “I’m… s...sorry I didn’t tell you earlier… about us.”That was when I realized that he already knew that we were mates, but for how long had he known?That didn’t matter, at least now. What mattered at this moment was getting him help. I needed to save him.“I need to call for help. If I can call for help in time then there’s a chance—”“No.”“What?”“Don’

Ariana’s POVDamon was always in the library.In a sense it was as though he’d built a world inside that building that belonged solely to him. He would come as early as he could in the morning, and made sure he was the last to leave.And when he was in there, he was arranging books, strictly too, not paying attention to anything besides that.When I asked the reason, he simply said students didn’t prioritize the essence of books and would disarrange it, leaving it up to him to put it all back together, ‘preserving’ it.It fascinated me in a sense because I surprisingly had no idea about his interests.I thought he hid things about himself from me, selectively keeping things about him away from my grasp to heighten his elusive nature.And I was dying to know, I wanted to know everything about him, but I also didn’t want to pressure him into revealing himself to me.I wanted it to be as natural as the air in my lungs. I wanted him to undress himself in front of me as he wished—just as I

Damon’s POVI’d always dreamt about that singular moment—the moment I’d lost everything, even myself.A thousand years ago when my people died and my kind was alienated from society. When I slept, it remained me in my subconscious, the waves that washed my spirit away.The screams, the blood, the horror. It became a part of me, a part of who I was.I was ashamed of it because I could never surpass that moment, I was unable to move past it. I became a failure in my own right; my inability to save my people and my inability to save myself.But on that faithful night I met her, unable to stand me, or even look at me—someone who drew in attention—yet as beautiful as the moon, I found myself feeling so small, wanting to be large enough that all she’d see was me.It was a childish thing, but I never regretted it.In my dream there she was, standing at the decided moment that changed everything. She stood right in the middle of it, staring at me, a familiar scared look in her eyes.“Damon.”

(Leo/Damon)’s POV“First, you come to my office making demands about that frilly student and now, she comes.” I found the principal’s voice, even though level-headed to be annoying.“He’s her student.” I replied, hands in my pockets, standing beside his desk where he stared up at me.“I know her majesty has a fantasy with being the hero of every story—” My jaw ticked, “—but that’s not your thing. You’re an antagonist in every story and you’ve never bothered to be otherwise. You couldn’t—not even if you tried.”I turned my eyes to stare at him, “What causes you to be certain of your statement?”“Unlike her, our very protagonist, you are a man shrouded by your own pain that you chose selfishness, instead of selflessness; a choice she made even while stricken by familiar guilt. Your guilt drove you to oblivion, hers drove her to the sky, where the gods sleep.”My eyes focused on the door in which she had just been in and his words found a way just like an empty parasite to traverse throu