He Betrayed Me For A Human

"Luna, are you okay?"The voice came slowly—deep and trembling—like a hand reaching out from afar, touching me without truly touching.I saw him—a tall figure clad in black armor, reflecting the dim light of the torches on the cave walls. He stood there.His eyes—I knew them. Not the cold, condescending stare of Kaelus. Not the disgusted looks from the guards. His gaze… was different. Filled with unease. With pain. And deep within, there was concern.He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.His face tightened, his jaw clenched, and his breath caught—like he was trying to hold back a rising storm inside him.And somehow, just by standing there, he pulled me from the darkest pit that had swallowed me whole. As if his mere presence became the final thread brushing against the edge of my frayed soul. As if his voice—the voice that once called my name on the battlefield, the voice that once proudly addressed me as Alpha Moonveil—still remembered who I truly was, and re

The steel handle rattled. My breath caught as the sound of the lock turning echoed in the silence. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to disappear into the shadows before the door opened and swallowed me whole. But my body… refused to move. My legs were frozen, my hand still pressed against the damp stone wall, fingers trembling with the weight of truth that had just poisoned my veins.My ears rang with the sound of my own blood in that moment. The corridor felt impossibly narrow, even the air seemed to lean away from me, unwilling to carry the confession that had just arrived like a blade. For a second I only existed as reaction—a tightened throat, a fist that would not unclench, a body that refused to obey the simplest command of flight.He ordered it.The words settled over me like a verdict. Not rumor. Not a rumor twisted by someone else’s malice—his command. The syllables rearranged the architecture of my life. Every promise he had ever touched became suspect. Images I had sto

The ground bruised my body as they dragged me through the undergrowth, stones and roots tearing at my skin. Every breath I pulled tasted of soil and iron, thick with the musk of rogues. Chains bit into my wrists, tighter with every tug, the iron steeped in wolfsbane that burned like fire against my flesh. My wolf whimpered, scratching faintly at the corners of my mind, then fell silent again. Smothered. Unreachable.The forest floor seemed endless, every jagged stone branding itself into my body, every twist of a root stealing a shred of skin. I could feel my flesh splitting beneath the iron cuffs, skin wet and raw. Each heartbeat pumped poison deeper through me, like fire dripping slow into my veins. I wondered how long it would take before I simply stopped feeling anything at all—if the forest itself would drink me dry before the rogues ever let me go.Beside me, Chloe stumbled, her cloak torn, hair tangled with leaves. She screamed Kaelus’ name over and over, like a litany, like a s

Julian.His name carved itself into my marrow.For a long second, I thought the wolfsbane was birthing another hallucination, that my mind, desperate and collapsing, had shaped his figure out of dusk and memory. Yet the crunch of his boots on soil, the sure weight of his breath, the measured way he cut through the clearing—it was no dream. It was him.My heart clenched, caught between relief and dread. Julian—the exile, the man who had once been my Beta, who had fought beside me when Moonveil still lived, when I still bore the Alpha mark. He had vanished with the fall of our pack, swallowed by the shifting loyalties that carved Moonveil into a grave. And now, impossibly, he stood before me."Elara." His voice was lower than I remembered, roughened by years of ash and exile, yet still carrying the command that had once steadied me. "Don’t move."A bitter laugh threatened my throat. As if I had the strength to move at all.He came closer. His blade whispered against rope and wood. Spark

The forest swallowed us whole.Every step was an argument between body and will. My legs shook beneath me, my lungs burned raw, yet I stumbled forward because Dareth would not allow me to collapse. His hand clamped around mine, iron and unyielding, dragging me along as if he could bend my bones to his command.On his back, Julian’s body hung limp, his head lolling against Dareth’s shoulder, strands of his hair brushing the Beta’s bloodied tunic.The night pressed down heavy, suffocating. The stink of blood clung to my skin, mixed with wolfsbane and dirt, a stench so sharp I swore I carried it inside my lungs. Behind us—only corpses, and betrayal. Ahead—nothing but shadows, and a silence that mocked the hope I no longer dared to hold."Keep moving," Dareth’s voice was gravel, his breath harsh. "Don’t stop, not now. We're not safe yet."My throat was too raw to answer. A question fought its way out anyway, ragged and uncertain. "Where… where are you taking us?"His grip tightened, pulli