All Chapters of Scent of Betrayal: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kaidën "What do you want, Piper? You have everything she had now. You're the mate to the Alpha. You're the Luna of the Shifters realm, are you really so conceited you can't accept what you have?" Piper gives me a nasty look, and turns her head away. "You're right. All I'll ever be is the vessel for Aria's scent. I'll never be anything without it." Good she knows. But I know she's not admitting that because she's suddenly had a change of heart. Whatever she's planning to do might infinitesimally be more devious than every other thing she's done. I rub my hand over my face, and glance at the wide expanse of space ahead of us. Memories I don't care for rush forward-of the first time I met Piper, nearly a year ago. The wide eyed confident omega taken aback when she found out I was her mate. I curl my lips in annoyance. She'd hidden it well from me. How much she hated knowing she was my mate. I'd been fooled. "So what do you want?" I ask dryly. If she expects my pity, she must

Kaidën I don't watch Piper as she walks away, choosing instead to stare into the glittering stars in the sky. Their golden brightness reminds me of Aria's flowing gold hair. I smile to myself and run my hand over my face. Emotions surge from my chest, and I wonder what I can do next. If Piper really can't help me get Aria out of there, does that mean I'll have to trust her to get herself out? She has my shadow with her, but will that be enough? I suddenly remember the dream I had when they'd first taken her-the one where she was being beaten by Piper's guard. Is it possible that I can see when she's in danger, or is that a rare fluke? Either way, it's not like I can just sit here and wait. I still have a number of things to do, but Aria comes to the top of that list. Getting her out of the pack shifters realm is a priority, I just don't know how yet. I sigh and submerge myself into my wolf form again, despising everything about the shifting process. When my nose

Kaidën Both men stare at me like I've grown three heads, but remain silent. It's the smaller man who speaks first. "The dungeon is out of bounds to commoners. Only the royal family and criminals see the dungeons." I tilt my head to the side, clenching my fist in annoyance. "Take me there." The bigger man steps closer to me, inflating his chest and puffing himself up until he's just inches from me. "We aren't taking you anywhere so take your worthless piece of crap self and get lost." His friend eyes him warily and darts his eyes between the both of us. A smile tugs at my lips. "No, you're taking me to the dungeon, and you'll do it now." A growl rumbles in his chest, but I continue. "Who are you? A palace guard? Is this how you talk to everyone when you're nothing but a watchdog?" The sooner he gets riled up, the quicker it'll be to get rid of him. His partner is more cautious and might be an unexpected variable if a fight breaks out, so I should level the fight to

Aria Bands of bitterness wrap around my chest and circle my throat like a wire. The backs of my eyes grow hot with a festering resentment that mounts each time I think about my life. "Are you still there, dear?" His fake kind voice reaches my ears, and I wipe at my eyes angrily. I nod at him, but then realize that he can't really see me, so I speak instead. "Y-yes, I'm here." Despite the softness of my tone, he hears me and continues talking. "Clara and I thought of adopting a young child instead-" Eagerness bubbles inside me, and I cut him off without thinking. "So why didn't you do that?" He pauses and remains quiet for an extended period of time. I half wonder if I've upset him, and he's going to come back here to hurt me. The thought causes me to shiver involuntarily, and I wrap my arms around myself. "It's not that easy child," I tremble when he calls me that. A man who plans to put a baby in me yet he sees me as a child. What a gross pig! I glare at his

Kaidën Good. The smell of fear permeates the air, with both men shivering and staring at me. Even the smell of their fear is pungent, and irritating, like the smell of a rotten corpse, spreading all over. These men have done horrible things—things that have tainted their scent, and presence. "I just need you to take me to the dungeon." I say, evenly. Once they have taken me to the dungeon, I can dispose of them immediately, because their survival is impossible. "It will be difficult for a rogue to go to the dungeon, but we can take you there please." The smaller man says, spluttering out in a weak tone. I nod my head, and kick at the one on his knees. "Tell me what happened to the omega in the dungeon." The man's eyes dart towards his friend, and nearly all the color drains from his face. "Uh—sir, we can just take you to the dungeon. You can—" I press my feet on his knee, and he lets out a pained yelp. "Have you forgotten what I told you? Don't ask me any questions. Just d