All Chapters of Betrayed, But Redeemed.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MARCELLUS’ POV.Four bloody times I had called Raphael, and each one went straight to voicemail. He was getting under my skin, pissing me off for a bloody purpose. I'd make him pay; it was a promise. But first off, I needed to speak with Fiona.Where did she go off with that scoundrel? I hadn't said a thing about him because I wasn't certain; there was no solid evidence of any sort. I couldn't be rash, but I had every reason, in fact, to believe Raphael was indeed involved in selling drugs with the humans.He was an alpha. He had to propel the strengths. There was joy playing in hell. I had a brother who was no different than a drug lord. I needed to correct certain things, starting from now.The minute I lay my hands on him, the moment I see him, I'm sure as hell sending him out of my back; I couldn't keep up with this base KWS advances toward her; she was too innocent, Fiona was way too naive that I know to be swooned by his promises.I didn't like him lingering around her, but I'm

RAPHAEL'S POV. Dropping the phones to a side, I walked slowly without a care in the world; the entire room was silent, it warmed up to me firmly knowing Marcellus was probably having restless nights, tossing from one side of the bed towards another. Cursing at me, I wouldn't mind if he dealt me a blow as soon as we returned home, might help in scoring more points for me. But Lena was right, why? Do I really need Fiona? Maybe...maybe not. I had to admit it made me glad with an air of pride seeing that painful glint in Marcellus's eyes; I enjoyed the pain he felt when he saw me hovering around Fiona. Seeing he was unsettled in his own pack, suddenly possessive of a woman, he made me insane with joy; he was getting obsessed and reckless. The council would notice soon enough; Fiona wasn't so important in my life; it kept Marcellus from my drug trade, though, but Lena could do just as much if she was put to the task. Yet I could not picture myself away from Fiona, she had become… more

RAPHAEL'S POVHer words echoed in my head, and I couldn’t help the rush of emotions that came with them. She was mine now. Completely mine, and I wasn’t letting her go. Not tonight, not ever.I stepped closer, my hands still holding her face. Her eyes were wide, staring into mine with a mix of fear and something else—something I couldn’t ignore. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke.“Say it again,” I whispered, my voice soft but firm. “Tell me what you want, Fiona.”She hesitated for just a moment, her breath shaky, before she whispered back, “I want you, Raphael.”Those words lit a fire inside me. Without waiting another second, I kissed her again, harder this time. My hands moved down her back, pulling her closer to me. She gasped into the kiss, her hands clutching my shirt as if she couldn’t get close enough.I pressed her against the wall, my lips leaving hers to trail down her jaw and neck. She tilted her head back, giving me full access, and I didn’t wa

FIONA'S POVThe morning sunlight spilled through the grand windows, painting golden patterns on the floor. I sat with a group of women in the lush garden, the scent of blooming flowers mixing with the faint aroma of tea. The small group had gathered around a charming table set with delicate porcelain teacups, tiny cakes, and sandwiches that looked like they had been prepared with a ruler—each piece perfect and precise.Raphael had wandered off to the men’s side of the estate, where a makeshift chess tournament had been set up. I caught a glimpse of him earlier, leaning back in his chair, his sharp gaze calculating his next move. He’d tossed me a quick wink before diving back into his game. My cheeks had flushed, and I looked away before anyone noticed.“So, Fiona,” one of the women said, pulling me back to the present. Her name was Francesca, and she had this effortless elegance about her, the kind that came with power and privilege. “How are you finding life here with the rest of us?

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