All Chapters of The Mark of Betrayal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RomanThe next morning, I wake up late. I still feel mentally exhausted after everything that I learned last night.Sawyer. The man I thought was my friend. The man I grew up with, who grew up with Theo, betrayed us. If Samara hadn’t shown me the evidence from her memory, I’m not sure I would have ever believed it.Overnight, the grief has turned to rage and fury. The man I considered one of my best friends will die for what he did to Theo and his family. He will die for putting Samara through everything that she has suffered.Samara. I smile, pulling my mate closer to me. I not only found her, finally giving myself some peace after nine long years, but the woman is mine. No wonder she knew who I was at the Alpha meeting. I probably look very similar to the seventeen-year-old she remembers. She, however, looks very different from the gangly nine-year-old that I remember. The tomboy has matured into the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Intelligent, strong, and beautiful. S

RomanI’m not sure I’m going to be able to pry my mother’s arms away from Samara. As soon as we walk into my office, she pulls my mate onto a couch beside her, hugging her tightly again. My father stares at them then turns to me with a look that is equal parts relief and grief.“Have a seat, Dad. This story isn’t a good one.”My father and I pull up chairs, creating a small circle. I know the story is hard for Samara, so before I ask her to start, I tell my mom she has to let her go and I pull her into my lap.“Start where you started with me,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her as she leans against me. I connect to her mind, watching it replay again as she tells the story. I feel her fingers intertwine with mine as the emotions of her memory resurface, her hands clenching tighter as she gets closer to the point where Sawyer killed Theo.I was so focused on Samara, wanting her to know that she’s not alone, that it wasn't until she finished that I realized my mother was crying and

RomanOver the last week of training, Ayla has alternated between excitement and frustration. She’s a quick learner, but my father was right. She wants to learn more quickly than she is and that causes her to be frustrated.Each night, she falls into bed exhausted. Between the four hours a day of sparring training for Samara and another four to six hours of training for Ayla, my mate is exhausted. One night, after I’d gone over some pack business after sparring all day, I went up to our room and found her asleep in the tub. I’d finished bathing her then sat in the tub with her, letting the Epsom salts relieve my aching body as well. Each day, Ayla is getting stronger and it’s forcing Pierce and I to work harder to keep from getting pinned and to pin her.My father has been great. It has been so many years since I’ve seen him have a purpose. He is once again acting like the man that he was when Alpha Royal and Luna Jessica were alive. I realize that it’s all because of Samara. I’m not s

SamaraHe slides into me slowly, the feel of him stretching me makes me hiss as my body tries to adjust to the stretch.“Relax, baby. I’ll go slow. It will be easier if you relax,” he says, kissing the side of my mouth and making his way to my neck. He begins sucking on my marking spot, and I cry out at the pleasure of it as he begins moving in and out of me slowly. There is pain, but now, the pleasure of him sucking on my marking spot, feeling his teeth grazing over it, overpowers the sting of his body filling mine.I lift my neck, feeling him purring against my throat as I do.When he stops moving, I begin to whimper. “Why did you stop?” I ask, practically desperate for him to keep moving, to keep rubbing against that sweet spot inside my body.He lifts his head to look at me. “I’m all the way inside you, Samara,” he says, pressing his hips against mine. “I was letting you adjust to my size.”“I need you to move. I need you to keep moving,” I say, practically begging him.He frowns a

SamaraThe next morning, Roman drags us both out of bed. While neither of us got much sleep, I feel energized and happy. When we walk downstairs for warrior training, the pack cheers and howls in excitement.“Let’s see it,” Luna Devi says, walking up with a huge smile on her face. Since I’m wearing a tank top for warrior training, I move my hair aside to show her.“Beautiful, just like you,” she says, pulling me into a hug.“And yours?” she says to Roman when she releases me. He isn’t wearing a shirt, so he leans forward giving his mother a closer look at his mark.“Perfect,” she says.I pull my hair into a ponytail and watch as the pack members look at my mark and grin. The feeling in the pack is happy and excited.Roman doesn’t push me as hard in training today, recognizing that I’m a bit sore after all of our activities yesterday and last night. Instead, he works on my form and how to stop giving my opponent ‘tells’ into the moves I’m about to make.At breakfast, Alpha Sterling begi