All Chapters of Scent of Betrayal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kaidën "Kaidën," the voice is like a breath in the wind. Aria. She's calling out to me. I can feel it in my bones. The pain she's feeling, her jumbled emotions. The way she's trying to breathe in roughly, but barely. I want to reach out to her, and hold her, but deep down I know I can't. Something is holding me back-my present self. Because it knows we're far from each other. Around me is what looks like a room covered in white walls, and I turn around, taking in this environment in front of me. My eyes widen when I notice the blackness creeping up onto the walls. Like flames spreading over a house on fire. The black shadows fill up the entire space of the room, until the once white room doesn't exist anymore. It's all just darkness. "Kaidën," I see a tear drop. No, it's not a tear drop. It's blood. My veins throb painfully. And it feels like someone has hit me. My knees drop to the ground forcefully when I feel the blow again. It happens again, and again, and again. U

Kaidën The dungeon has dark dim walls that don't allow any light to come in. Anyone trapped in here would lose a sense of time. It's like being trapped in perpetual darkness. Only the most horrible crimes deserve that. Surprisingly, the woman who kidnapped my supposed mate and Luna isn't locked in here. Her crime is worthy of it-no doubt, but she's not just a common criminal. No matter what, I have to remember that she's Eliana Greenleaf too. The daughter my father never had. The girl I grew up with in this place where family is a fleeting memory. In a separate cell, not too far from the dungeon is where I have Eliana locked up. Because whether she's like family to me or not, it doesn't excuse the crime she committed against her Luna. And that's where I see her-her mass of familiar dark hair falling over her face, as she holds her head down. Her hands are bound by chains connected to opposite ends of the wall. When I arrive in front of the cell, she doesn't rea

Aria There's something my grandmother always tells me-Aria, being a Luna isn't all you're meant to be. The first time she said this, it was because I had lashed out at her, complaining about going for my Luna training. In my words, "my life isn't just made to be a Luna. I'm a person too, grandmother." Ironically, I wanted to escape my duties to hang out with Piper, and learning to be a Luna felt too stifling anyway. It isn't like some people don't get thrown into the position, and have to work with what they have. That is a natural possibility. Grandmother was just someone who didn't like being thrown into things. She always believed we must take our stand for what we wanted-that was the way of the Flynn women. A long standing line of strong Luna's, who had ruled beside equally strong alphas. Her words that day had been, "it isn't all you're meant to be, but it's a great honor, and something you should not take for granted." Then she'd taken me outside, "Look at

Kaidën Finally feeling a different type of soil under my paws, I shift back. Stretching and groaning to ease out my stiff muscles. It is safer to do this as often as I can, so my body can get used to it, but I don't care. It will be better if I lost the ability completely, than shift anymore behind my camp members back. When I'm done stretching, I walk down a further path, trying to find the exact spot I'm looking for. It takes me more than a while, due to the darkness-even though every time I come here, it's under the cover of darkness. Maybe my mind likes to believe meeting up here is something of a make believe. Something I can't possibly be doing, but I'm desperate. I hate that after seeing Eliana's slumped body, dead and without life, my first thought hadn't gone to her killer. No, I had shamefully been more worried about who was after Aria's life again. I shake my head, and clench my fists in annoyance. "This is even worse than a mate bond." I mutter to myself, sudde

Aria The sound of the dungeon gates being dragged open is followed by a loud booming voice. "It's time for the picking." A mocking laugh follows the words, and I can tell that it's the other guards laughing. What does he mean by that? And what's amusing about that announcement? Rachel beside me seems to have frozen into some kind of lifeless statue, her face paling quickly. "Everyone here knows the drill. Don't resist, or I'll enjoy it too much." The same voice is still talking, and everyone seems to be shaken up. I don't understand what's going on, and when I try to tap Rachel, she flinches. "Rachel? What's wrong? You zoned out. Are you okay?" Instead of answering me, the shaken girl grabs my arm firmly, as if afraid I might disappear. Her cheeks are still as white as snow, and her eyes look dead and lifeless. Fear courses through me when I take in the state she's in. What can cause such a reaction from her? And it isn't just her. The whole place is in a state of distres