All Chapters of BETRAYED BY THE MOON : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amara’s POV My wrists hurt from the tight chains digging into my flesh as the carriage shook on the uneven route. I tried not to cry as I looked at the floor. I couldn't stop the pain in my chest, but crying was pointless. The warrior seated across from me said, "Move," and pushed my leg with his boot. I averted my gaze and bit my lip. In the Lycan Pack, they had treated me like trash, but now? This was awful. I was now cargo, something to be exchanged, not merely a slave. The door swung open as the carriage came to a stop. I stumbled as my feet scraped the gravel walkway as two soldiers pulled me out. A tall fortress with icy stone walls stood in front of me. Viktor's domain. One of the guards snarled, "Welcome to your new home." At home. It sounded like a cruel joke. They pushed me forward, causing me to stumble and drop to my knees. I didn't scream even though my palms scraped the floor. Weakness would just exacerbate the situation. As he pulled me back to my feet,

Amara’s POV I pressed myself against my cell's chilly stone wall and held my breath. Even though my heart was racing, I made myself remain composed. I needed to leave. Before Viktor ruined me entirely, I had to get out. There was a loud yawn from the guard outside my cell. He was becoming reckless. Excellent. For me, that would simplify things. I clenched the little pin I had stolen earlier, looking down at it. I knew how the mechanism operated because I had seen them lock and open the door enough times. I carefully twisted the pin into the lock. Even though my hands were shaking, I couldn't afford to fail. Click. I paused when the door cracked open one inch. The guard remained still. I barely managed to get through by pushing it open. I walked slowly in the direction of the exit, listening for any alarm. The chilly night air pricked my flesh as I arrived at the outer gate. I took off running. My breath came out in quick spurts as I ran into the darkness, my legs burning. I kn

Amara’s POVI ran as quickly as my legs would allow. My heart was racing as the trees passed in a blur. Darius was immediately behind me, stomping on the leaves with his big feet. Tension filled the air, and the smell of the fight's blood was still strong."Wait, Amara! Darius yelled.I continued. I was unable to. My legs felt odd suddenly—too light, too fast. My vision seemed to intensify as the ground underneath me seemed to change. My body felt stronger and different.And then I suddenly jumped. This was faster and higher than before. With tiny gasps of breath, I fell on a large tree branch. What was going on with me?Below me, Darius skidded to a halt, his eyes wide. "Amara... How did you accomplish that?"Panic swelling in my throat, I glanced at him. "I—I'm not sure."Reaching for me, he ascended and said, "You must be honest with me. Who are you?"I leaned my back against the tree trunk and shook my head. "I'm not sure, Darius! There's a problem with me. Since then—“The mark.”

Amara’s POVBlood was streaming from Darius's mouth as he lay on the ground. His body struggled to rise, and his breathing was laboured."No! I yelled and tried to rush to him, but I was stopped by Viktor's soldiers.With evil enjoyment shining in his eyes, Viktor stood above Darius. He mocked, "Look at you, Alpha." Is this the powerful warrior that everyone is afraid of? Horrible.With a roar, Darius got to his knees. His voice was scratchy as he spat, "You won't win." "I will always stand up for her."Viktor laughed. "Oh, but you're wrong. I've already triumphed.Darius crashed to the ground after his boot struck his chest. Blood spattered the floor as Darius coughed.My eyes hurt with tears. Despite my best efforts, the guards' hold proved unbreakable. "Please," I pleaded. "Avoid killing him."Viktor turned to face me with a composed, almost happy look on his face. Then, with ease, he remarked, "Amara, make your decision." "Give me the child, and I'll spare him; be mine."I went co

Amara’s POVThe flames of the ceremonial fire wavered, casting lengthy shadows across the elder’s features. Their demeanour was stiff, their eyes stern. My wrists were still hurting from the ritual Viktor had attempted to impose on me as I sat in front of them. My mind was bright, but my body was weak.I had received an urgent call from them. It wasn't good news, judging by the expressions on their faces.An elderly man with a long white beard went forward and introduced himself. "Amara," he began gently, "you need to pay close attention." A prophecy has been found. One that worries you.My heart was racing. "Which prophecy?"Then came a sharp-eyed woman, another senior. She said, "The Blood Moon Prophecy."I took a deep breath. I had previously heard rumours about it. But only briefly.The senior with the white beard went on. A kid born under the Blood Moon is thought to permanently alter the balance of power. Either redemption or devastation will result from the child.A shiver went