All Chapters of Betrayed, But Redeemed.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MARCELLUS’ POV.The world around me was chaotic. I held Fiona in my arms, her body limp and lifeless. Blood soaked my hands, her shirt, and the floor. My mind screamed at me to do something, to fix this, but for the first time in my life, I felt utterly powerless. “Get the car ready!” I barked at the couple, my voice trembling with urgency. The woman, pale and shaking, nodded and ran outside while her husband brought towels. “Press this against the wound!” he shouted, handing me a bundle of fabric. I did as he said, applying pressure to her side. Fiona’s blood seeped through the towel almost instantly. My chest tightened as I looked at her face. She was so pale, her breathing shallow. “Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Fiona. Don’t you dare.” The minutes felt like hours, but finally, the car screeched to a stop outside the house. I carried her out, cradling her as if she might shatter, and laid her gently in the back seat. “Drive!”

MARCELLUS’ POV.The sun had just begun to rise when I decided it was time to act. I couldn’t wait any longer. Everything felt heavy in my chest—Fiona’s injury, the attack, the pack’s state of unrest. I reached out through the mind link to Raymond, my beta. His voice answered right away, sharp and alert, as if he had been expecting my call. “Raymond,” I said firmly. “Call the council together. I need everyone in the meeting room as soon as possible. This is urgent.” “Understood, Alpha,” Raymond replied without hesitation. “I’ll send out the call now.” I ended the link and stood still for a moment, breathing deeply. My hands rested on my hips, and I looked out the window at the quiet morning sky. Everything looked so peaceful out there, but inside me, it was chaos. Before leaving for the council, I knew I had to make sure everything at the hospital was in order. Fiona was still resting, and even though I trusted Darla to stay with her, I needed to see things for

FIONA'S POV. I woke up to the faint sound of knocking at the door. My body was still aching, but the steady rhythm of the monitors and the faint hum of hospital air-conditioning reminded me I was safe. I glanced at the door just as Maya walked in, her usual bright demeanor somewhat subdued. “Good morning, Luna,” she said softly, a warm smile tugging at her lips. “Just Fiona,” I corrected gently, offering a weak smile. “You don’t have to call me that here.” Maya chuckled lightly, setting down a small bag of what looked like fruits and snacks. “Old habits, you know.” She pulled up a chair beside me, her eyes scanning me over with concern. “How are you feeling?” “Sore,” I admitted, shifting slightly to sit up. “But alive. That’s what matters.” Maya nodded, her expression growing serious. “Well, you’ve been through quite a lot, but I wanted to come by and check on you... and share something you should know.” I tilted my head, curious but wary. “What is it?” Maya hesitated

MARCELLUS’ POV.The clock ticked louder than usual, or maybe it was just my nerves playing tricks on me. I paced back and forth in my study, running my hands through my hair. Raymond stood near the desk, arms crossed, watching me with an amused expression. “It’s just dinner, Marcellus,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “It’s not *just* a dinner, Raymond,” I snapped, stopping in my tracks to glare at him. “It’s *the* dinner. I’m going to propose to her tonight. Everything has to be perfect.” Raymond chuckled softly. “You’re acting like a pup preparing for his first hunt. You’ve faced battles, councils, and rogue attacks, but this—this has you losing your mind?” I shot him a look, but the corner of my mouth twitched. “This is different. This is Fiona. I can’t mess this up.” He walked over and patted my shoulder. “You won’t mess it up. The flowers are ready, the food is set, and the ring... well, let’s just say it’s going to make her heart stop.” I glanced at the small vel

FIONA'S POVThe first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows as I made my way to the dining hall. I was still adjusting to my new role, but I was determined to prove myself, both to Marcellus and to the pack. As I entered, I noticed a few wolves gathered near the far end of the hall, their chatter quieting as they spotted me. I recognized them immediately—Tasha and Thelma, two of Marcellus’s former mistresses. They were dressed impeccably, their postures exuding confidence. “Good morning,” I greeted with a polite smile, refusing to let their sharp looks unsettle me. Tasha smirked, exchanging a glance with Thelma. “Good morning, Luna,” she said, drawing out the title as if it were a joke. “Such a surprise to see you up so early,” Thelma added, her tone laced with false sweetness. I paused, feeling the weight of their judgment, but I stood tall. “There’s a lot to do. The pack needs leadership.” “Oh, of course,” Tasha said, feigning innocence. “Though it must be hard f