All Chapters of Betrayed By Her Mate, Claimed By The Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Damon/Leo)’s POVIt was still dark when I opened my eyes again, surprisingly. I expected morning to have already come when I awoke again.The moon casted its rays on a woman with curly long hair that fell to her waist graciously, pale skin filled with pink bruises that increased as it proceeded to the two fresh canine bite just below her neck.It was too beautiful to resist.My knuckles grazed her back, following her spine, then to her neck, before her face.When she caressed my fingers even with her eyes closed, I took the initiative, going closer, just until our warm bodies touched. When a satisfied sigh left her mouth, her eyes fluttered and I moved my hand lower, reaching for her chest.She gave a tired moan, her mouth parting open.I kissed her ear, then the open space of her neck, licking softly my mark on her shoulder.I wasn’t going to go too far, I was certain she was tired after staying up for most of the night. I just missed having her warmth between my hands.“Damon,” But

Ariana’s POVEver since that day, my mornings usually began with Damon right beside me, trying to rope me into one of his many shenanigans even though he had already done one too many the night before.Also, I was always late for my classes now.If you saw me in school, especially in the mornings I was always on my feet, running to make it in time for my own class which never happened before.After or and during class, Fenrir would usually come looking for me and we would meet up with Bach and Sigil, or waited for them if they had classes.Sometimes, Damon accompanied me and luckily Fenrir learnt how to keep his mouth shut even though they always found a way to bicker… constantly.At first, I was tensed up whenever it would start, now it felt like a usual routine in our conversation.The kidnappings had reduced… drastically and in such short amount of time.It was meant to be a moment of relaxation and happiness but something bothered me about it and I could tell we all felt it too.I

Ariana’s POVThat night, when Damon returned, I’d never seen him like that before.I waited for him, like I always did.There were visible signs of exhaustion in his eyes, something mental that he tried to cage away from me. But now something has caused it to be set lose and he didn’t know what to do with it anymore.I wondered if these things happening and recurring within the same length—if they were perfectly orchestrated. If my thoughts were said to be correct then there was something bigger waiting for all of us to unfold, for it to implode right in our faces.He said nothing, holding me in his arms, taking me to bed.When Damon struggled he kept mute for most of the time but he didn’t ignore he. He would most times just hold me, tighter than usual and said nothing.I wondered if there was a hidden tape on his lips that hindered him from expressing himself.Most times, it seemed like it.“Damon,” I called.He answered weakly. “Mm.”“Do you think I’ll be a good mother—just as mine

Ariana’s POVHe glared at me. “Why are you so stubborn?”“Me?” I raised a brow.“Yes, you. You are stubborn. You think you can break this prophecy but you can’t. Accept that you are powerless?”“No. I am not.”“Why?”“Because I will not kill Damon. I will not pierce the one I love with my sword because of some stupid prophecy. I will rather kill myself than let something like that happen. His death equals mine. I would be dead either way.”He stared at me, “Alright then—kill yourself.”My eyes widened, “What?”“Gamble your life, Ariana. If you do not stop the prophecy from coming to pass, I win—and you die. But if you do by chance manage to save him from fate, you win and I lose.”“Is that the only way I can win?”“From my view point, I think this is actually your only choice. Unless—of course, you choose to die alongside the one you love in a hopeless battle with the dark shadow where you lose.”A chilling dread ran through my entire body.He continued talking. “This entire academy w

Ariana’s POV‘Damon could be lying.’ A voice in my head whispered.I already knew that.‘Then why do you believe him?’ The voice asked again.I just do.Images of Fenrir’s injuries came flooding in.The bloody hand. The battered flesh. The bruised body.My eyes flew open and I parted the kiss.“Fenrir still believes I was the one who attacked him,” Damon asked suddenly, “Right?” He pressed on.“Yes.” I answered out of duty, “There’s only one way that we can alleviate that belief.”“I have to go meet him.” He completed.I had no idea on what emotions he said those words and that fact caused me more anxiety.“Yeah.” I breathed out, shakily.He said nothing for a moment before holding my hand and slowly but firmly leading me towards the door.“Let’s go then.” When I relaxed and let him guide me out, his fingers gently strolled to my fingers, intertwining them with his.As we left, I came to a realization.It was specific yet forgettable things like these that kept my belief in Damon unyi