All Chapters of Scent of Betrayal: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kaidën "Good. Now take me to the dungeon." I say without thinking about his words any further. If Aria needed to use the shadows I gave her, then she must have been in real danger. The man with my shadows wrapped around him groans in pain, and I lessen my hold. My shadows have an uncontrollable habit of sucking dry whoever is in their hold. I think that might be the source of their powers, but I've never paid much mind to it. In fact, everything about my shadows is more or less a mystery to me. If I remember correctly, my father never had shadows—and I think I remember waking up one night from a frightful dream. My body soaked in perspiration, and my mind feeling like it was departing from me. The next day, I'd fell terribly ill, and even came to the point of death. I remember crying faces surrounding me, and my father who usually looked stoic and grim, having a marring frown on his face. All I knew was, I had been prepared to die. Then suddenly the next day, I woke up feel

Kaidën After the death of his companion—or fellow guard, I'm not sure which it is, but after his death, the smaller man is more complacent. I almost glare at how skittish he is, because I never meant for him to see me as a monster. Although on the other hand, these aren't the kind of men I should care about their opinions. Now, he is leading me down a dark and dry path, while I strain my nose to pick up on anything. I frown to myself when I realize that the one person I want to be able to smell, I can't. Because she has no scent. Clenching my fist, I can only walk studiously behind the man who's still shaking. He looks nearly too pale as all the blood has quite possibly been drained from his face. "It's just a straight walk from here. You'll see a stone ledge, that's the second door to the dungeon." He rambles out. I quirk a brow at him. "Don't take me for a fool. If I take this path, won't I land in the middle of the dungeon?" I almost laugh when his brows shoot so high, t

Kaidën "Does it matter who the person is to me?" I give the man in front of me a pointed look. A jarring smile lines his face, enhancing his harsh eyes. I finally notice something I have been ignoring—something so glaringly obvious—something that has been staring me right in the face. As if picking up that I've noticed the oddity he is, he quirks a curious brow at me. "You're different too, aren't you? I can sense it." He takes a step closer, but doesn't drop the sword he has pointed at me. "I don't know what you're talking about." I give him a bored look, deciding this talker might not have the intention of killing me. He moves the sword lazily, his eyes tracing my every movement, not missing a thing. I don't know if he's aware of my shadows yet, but the thing different about him isn't his ability to handle a sword with shocking agility. No, it's his scent. The thing is, this stranger doesn't smell at all like a wolf—it's not like he doesn't have a wolf inside him.

Riven It's been eight hours since I've seen the Alpha, and the link between us isn't telling me anything. Normally, it doesn't say much since the alpha is a really private person, and he likes to mask his scent well, but it hasn't been this dead before. No matter how much I reach out to him, I get nothing in return. These troubled thoughts have been plaguing my mind ever since he left without a word. At least if he'd told me where he was going, I wouldn't be so worried. A part of me thinks, maybe despite his words on the matter, he might have gone to search for the Luna. The Luna. Could I even call her that yet, considering she doesn't have the Alpha's mark on her. She's also an omega—not the strongest choice for Lunas. But now that I think about it, I've always heard that in the pack Shifters realm, they love to pick Omega's as Luna's. I'm not sure if this is because they want someone weaker than the Alpha for a Luna, or just the work of fate making Omega’s Alpha’s m

Kaidën I clench my fist and pin him with a hard look. "I don't have the time for this."Before he can blink, I pull out my sword again, already letting my shadows peek out until I can feel them on my fingertips. One wrong move and I'll let them suck the life out of him without losing sleep over it. After all, this man stands in the way of me and reaching my Aria—no, just Aria. I furrow my brow with a mix of annoyance and confusion. When did she become my Aria? Darien chuckles. "Unlike you, shadow King I know the full extents of my powers, do you really think you can win a fight against me?" I bristle at the meaning to his words. I've long stopped wondering how he knows what he knows. How he knows that I don't fully understand the extents of my shadows. It doesn't matter, because they've never failed me before. "Alright, if you still want to raise your sword against me, then be prepared to die, because those shadows of yours won't save you this time."The words roll out of his l