All Chapters of Betrayed, But Redeemed.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RAPHAEL’S POV.The moon hung high in the sky as I made my way to Fiona’s room. The corridors were quiet, the air thick with the kind of stillness that only came late at night. My footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor as I walked, my mind racing with everything I wanted to say but knew I couldn’t. She deserved more than this—more than me sneaking into her room like a thief in the night. But I couldn’t leave without seeing her one last time. When I reached her door, the two guards stationed there gave me a curious glance but didn’t stop me. They knew better than to question me, especially tonight. I nodded at them, signaling them to remain silent as I pushed the door open. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. Fiona lay on the bed, her fiery red hair splayed across the pillow like a halo. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath. For a moment, I just stood there, watching her. My h

FIONA'S POV.The city lights blurred in the distance as I trudged down the road, my legs feeling like they would give out any moment. The cold bit at my skin through my thin sweater, and my stomach growled angrily, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since the night before. I kept moving, though every step felt heavier than the last. The sound of passing cars in the distance grew faint as I stumbled further into what seemed like a quiet neighborhood. The towering buildings gave way to smaller homes, their windows glowing warmly against the night. But I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere. A sharp pain shot through my foot, and I winced, realizing I’d stepped on a jagged rock. I leaned against a nearby tree, my vision blurring as exhaustion finally caught up to me. The last thing I remembered was the world tilting and the ground rushing up to meet me. --- When I opened my eyes, I was no longer outside. Instead, I found myself in a small, cozy room. The walls were pain

MARCELLUS’ POV The study was dim, lit only by the soft, flickering glow of the fire. Shadows danced on the walls as I stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of me. Documents about rogue sightings, territorial disputes, and pack finances lay scattered across the desk. They demanded my attention, yet my mind refused to focus. I leaned back in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose. The weight of my responsibilities pressed down on me like an iron chain. Every decision felt heavier these days, and no matter how hard I worked, the burdens only seemed to grow. And then there was Fiona. Her face, her voice, her very existence haunted me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. But I had no right to think of her, no right to care—not after what I’d done to her. The sharp rap of knuckles against the door startled me from my thoughts. I frowned, irritation rising. “Who is it?” I barked. Before I could receive an answer, the door burst open, and Darla stormed in. Her urgency wa

MARCELLUS POV. The warm sunlight brushed against my face, nudging me awake. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I felt disoriented. The soft, unfamiliar bed beneath me, the faint smell of lavender in the air—it was nothing like the cold, suffocating walls of the pack house I had known. Slowly, the events of the past day pieced themselves together in my mind. I had run away. I had been found. I sat up, the cozy quilt slipping off my shoulders. The room around me was simple but inviting, with wooden furniture and a vase of fresh flowers by the window. It felt strange to wake up in a place that didn’t carry the weight of judgment or whispers behind closed doors. A part of me wanted to sink back into the bed and never leave. Voices from downstairs caught my attention, and I climbed out of bed, stretching my stiff limbs. My borrowed dress hung neatly over the chair, a soft blue fabric that smelled like detergent and warmth. As I slipped it on, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker

FIONA'S POV.The sun poured through the window, bathing the room in golden light. I stretched my arms above my head and smiled to myself. The past few days had been peaceful, almost like a dream. The couple who had taken me in were kind, their warm smiles and gentle voices making me feel safe. For the first time in a long while, I felt free. I busied myself organizing the small space they’d given me. The bed was neatly made, and my clothes were folded into the old wooden dresser by the corner. I glanced around the room, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Everything looked perfect. On the bedside table, a vase held a single sunflower. I had picked it from the garden that morning, and its bright yellow petals seemed to brighten the entire room. I hummed a tune as I moved about, wiping down surfaces and arranging the few belongings I had. My heart felt light, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so content. As I placed a book on the small shelf by the window, a sudden n