All Chapters of Betrayed, But Redeemed.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MARCELLUS’ POV.The sun had barely risen when I stepped outside to oversee the pack’s morning activities. The air was crisp, carrying the faint smell of dew-covered grass and pine. I’d been awake for hours already, going over reports and planning the day ahead. It was my duty to ensure everything ran smoothly—to keep the pack strong and united. But my thoughts kept drifting to Fiona.She was always there in the back of my mind, no matter how hard I tried to focus. Her voice, her face, the way she’d looked at me in the car—angry and hurt but still so beautiful. I shook my head, trying to push her out of my mind for now. There were tasks to handle, and I couldn’t afford distractions.The training grounds were already busy when I arrived. The younger wolves were sparring in pairs, their movements quick and precise as they worked on their skills. A group of older warriors stood off to the side, watching and offering advice. My beta, Raymond, was among them, his sharp eyes catching every m

RAPHAEL’S POVThe bottle of whiskey sat empty on the table beside me. I didn’t remember drinking it all, but the burning in my throat told me I had. My hands trembled as I stared at the dim room around me, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering fire. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—Fiona. Her name was like a knife to my chest, cutting deeper each time I thought about it. I had told myself I would never love, never feel this kind of weakness. And yet, here I was, drowning in it. Tears blurred my vision as I leaned forward, burying my face in my hands. I wasn’t just angry. I wasn’t just hurt. I was broken. I let out a bitter laugh, though it sounded more like a sob. "Love," I muttered to the empty room. "What a joke." But it wasn’t a joke anymore. It was real. And it scared me. Memories I had buried long ago surfaced, dragging me back to a time I hated to remember. --- I was just a boy, no older than ten. My mother sat at the kitchen table, her hands trembling

MARCELLUS’ POV.I woke up to the faint rustling of someone shifting nearby. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were weighted with stone, but I forced them open. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and the only light came from a small lamp on the bedside table. As my vision cleared, I saw Raphael sitting beside me. His face was drawn with worry, his brows furrowed deeply as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His hands were clasped together, and for a moment, I thought he might be praying."You’re awake," he said softly when he noticed my eyes on him. There was relief in his voice, but it was strained like he was holding something back."Barely," I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy. My body ached all over, but the worst pain was the one deep in my chest. It wasn’t physical; it was the weight of everything that had happened, the fear of what might still come.Raphael leaned back slightly, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. "You scared the hell out of me, Marcellus."I

FIONA'S POV.I woke up to the sound of chains rattling and loud laughter echoing off the silent cold walls of the small dimly lit cell I was in. My head throbbed from whatever they’d done to knock me out, and my body ached as if I’d been dragged through the mud. The smell of mildew and iron hung thick in the air, and when I opened my eyes, the dim light from a single bulb stung them.I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was. Cold tiles pressed against my bare feet as I shifted, and I realized I was sitting on the floor, my wrists bound in front of me by rough ropes. The place was small and claustrophobic, the walls stained and cracked, the ceiling so low I felt like it was pressing down on me. A heavy metal door stood on one side of the room, with a small barred window that gave me a glimpse of the shadowy figures outside. I shivered, the chill seeping into my bones."Awake at last," a sneering voice said, pulling my attention to the door. A man with greasy hair and a crooked sm

RICKY'S POV.The rain hammered against the balcony, fine, it was bloody pissed just as the storm raging within me. I inhaled deeply from my cigar, the puff of the smoke a comforting companion to the satisfaction that coiled within me. I glanced down at the city lights, they all spread out beneath me. Somewhere down there, my brother, Marcellus, was undoubtedly tearing his hair out, searching for Fiona. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.How could he? What was so special about her? Marcellus had never let down his guard, but all for a girl he tore down the wall, a human girl at that? A weak, frail human lady.I had planned Fiona's abduction with the smartness of a seasoned hunter, snatching her right from under Marcellus's nose. The look of fury and despair on his brother's face, the raw, primal grief that had consumed him – it was a sight to behold. I basked in the memory, the taste of sweet revenge lingering on my tongue.Marcellus, the golden boy, the perfect heir