All Chapters of Betrayed By The Alpha: A Rejected Mate's Vow Of Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"If Izzy isn’t Kieran’s true mate, why are they still together? And what if the banished Luna was his true mate?"The younger witch’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried in the heavy silence of the den.Elara didn’t look up from her herbs and then she smirked "I guess they both don’t know. And no one is ready to hear the truth, and lastly the former Luna was never Kieran's true mate."The girl shifted uncomfortably. "But if she isn’t his mate... then she can never give him a pup.""Exactly." Elara crushed a dried root between her fingers, letting the dust fall into the bowl. "No magic in the world can change that, even if she wants to force it, she will end up endangering her life and the pup's life."The younger witch frowned. "Then who is Kieran’s true mate?"A slow, knowing smile spread across Elara’s lips. "Well…..who knows but she had just arrived."—Izzy stormed through the mansion doors, her anger barely contained. She moved fast, ignoring the greetings of the se

“Elisa.”The voice was deep, steady, and commanding. It didn’t need to be loud to carry weight.Elisa’s hands were still clenched at her sides as she turned, her eyes burning with defiance. Kieran stood in the doorway of her new room in the packhouse, leaning against the frame like he had all the time in the world.She didn’t know how long he had been watching her.“I told you to be ready,” he said simply.Elisa swallowed hard. The room was grand—too grand. The bed was massive, covered in deep red sheets, the kind that looked expensive. She had no idea why she even noticed that detail, but maybe it was because everything about this situation felt so… surreal.“I didn’t agree to this,” she said, her voice cold.Kieran’s lips twitched, but it wasn’t a smile. “You didn’t have to.”She exhaled sharply. “I don’t belong to you.”“You do now.”The certainty in his voice sent a chill through her, and when he stepped forward, she instinctively took a step back. His eyes flickered slightly, amu

The room was damp, the air thick with dust and decay. Cobwebs clung to the corners, shadowy strands stretching like the hands of ghosts. Elisa sat on the hard, uneven floor, her wrists aching from where the guards had thrown her. The stench of mold filled her nostrils, but she refused to let it bother her. She refused to let them win.The door creaked open.A young woman stepped inside, a tray in her hands. Her dark curls framed a delicate face, wide brown eyes flickering with hesitation. Emilia.Elisa had seen her before—a quiet maid who kept to herself. Now, she stood in front of her, uncertain, shifting the tray in her grip.“My Lady,” Emilia said softly, her gaze darting to the bruises forming along Elisa’s arms. “Alpha Kieran sent me to tend to you.”Elisa exhaled, pushing away the sting of her injuries. “You don’t have to call me that.”Emilia hesitated but nodded. “I brought you water and food.”Before Elisa could respond, another set of footsteps echoed in the hallway.The sce

She stepped forward, draped in her usual elegance, her silk gown trailing behind her as if she were walking through a ballroom instead of a battlefield. Her golden hair gleamed under the torchlight, her eyes glinting with amusement.“I didn’t expect you here this late, Alpha Damon,” she purred.Kieran turned his gaze to her, unreadable.Izzy gestured toward the grand doors leading to the main hall. “Shall we sit? No need for bloodshed in the hallways.”For a moment, neither Kieran nor Damon moved. The tension was razor-sharp, but Izzy simply smiled, waiting.Damon was the first to move. With a casual shrug, he stepped forward, his men falling in line behind him. Kieran exhaled through his nose, then, without releasing Elisa, followed.The grand hall was dimly lit, the long wooden table at its center adorned with goblets of untouched wine. It was a place for war councils, not pleasant meals.Izzy took her seat first, folding her hands gracefully on the table. Damon sat next, his moveme

A smirk tugged at the corner of Emilia’s mouth. Not a warm one. Not one of approval.“If you do,” Emilia murmured, voice light, almost amused, “you’ll suffer more in the hands of Izzy.”Elisa’s fingers curled around the edge of the table.She already knew that.She just didn’t know how much.Kieran leaned against the heavy wooden desk, his hands braced on the surface. His knuckles were bloodied, but he barely felt it. His mind was still spinning from the encounter with Damon, from the way Elisa had looked at him—measured, searching, not running to the other Alpha’s side.Izzy stood across from him, swirling her wine in her goblet. She had the patience of a cat watching mice scurry, perfectly content to let the pieces fall as they may.“You let him leave,” she mused.Kieran’s gaze darkened. “He yielded.”Izzy snorted. “Did he?”His head snapped toward her, eyes flashing.She simply raised a brow. “You saw it, didn’t you? The way he looked at her before he backed down?”Kieran clenched