All Chapters of The Mark of Betrayal: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SloaneI’ve been forcing myself to remain focused, acting like I’m fine while Aunt Samara helps me unpack. They set up my room exactly like it was back home and I hate it. It just reminds me of what my mother and my maybe father did and my life that was built on lies and betrayal.But I don’t want to say anything. I don’t want to make them mad. I don’t want to give them any reason to hate me for what my parents did. Or worse, I don’t want them taking out any anger at me on my brother or sister. They’re too young to understand, but I’m not.When I hear Aria begin fussing on the baby monitor, I nearly collapse with relief. If Aunt Samara leaves, I can stop pretending that I’m fine. I’m anything but fine.“Sloane, are you going to be okay in here by yourself? I need to go take care of Aria,” Aunt Samara says.“I’ll be fine,” I say.She comes over and hugs me. “I know it’s a tough transition, but hopefully having your room like it was before will help you adjust.”“Mmhmm,” I say, nodding a

Samara“How do you know all of this?” I ask Roman when we’re back in our room. Everything about Sloane and Scarlet seems so intuitive to him while I feel like I’m watching a play in another language and have no idea what’s going on.“Samara, Scarlet and Sloane are starting out the same way that Theo and I did. That’s how lifelong friendships begin. You wouldn’t know that because, first, you were so much younger than us and your sister,” he says, making Ayla growl.He kisses my forehead, but continues, starting to unbutton my shirt.“Then, you were so busy trying to spend time with us, that you never made any friends yourself. Once you were hiding as an omega, and I’m guessing you never created those types of friendships. It didn’t seem like it when we left anyway,” he says, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and pulling it out of my pants.“So that’s what friendships should look like?” I ask him.“Well, yeah. In the early stages anyway. Did you see them hooking pinkies?”“Yeah. What’s t

SamaraOver the next several days, Roman and I fell into a pattern of bringing new members into the pack, having them accept us as their ranked members, and learning how to manage three pups all at once.Sloane and Scarlet have become nearly inseparable. When I asked Roman, he reminded me that he and Teddy were the same and that it’s probably the best thing that could happen to Sloane right now. While she’s still sad and I know she’s struggling, replacing everything in her bedroom made a big difference with her and she’s starting to settle into her new home with Scarlet's help.Slade, on the other hand, has become extremely clingy, wanting Roman to hold him all the time. He’ll accept me on rare occasions, but Roman has set up a play area and put a small bed in his office so that Slade can stay with him during the day. One of the only times he’s okay being away from Roman is if he’s with Luca. Anytime Roman and Austin need to meet about the upcoming confrontation with Dylan, they have E

SamaraOn the morning we left for Dylan’s pack, Sloane approached us.“You’re going to Uncle Dylan’s pack?”“Yes.” As much as I want to protect her from everything that’s going on, I agree with Roman. We’ve all had enough lies in our life.“Are you going to kill him too?” she asks.“If he played a role in killing the Brenner family, yes,” Roman tells her.“What about Aunt Priscilla and my cousins?” she asks.“Detective Timothy will be there to offer her the option of moving to another pack. I doubt she’ll want to stay in that pack with her pups if Dylan was part of the betrayal.”She looks past us to where Detective Timothy is waiting for us.“Could she come here?” she asks.“It’s an option that I’ll give to her. But she may choose a clean slate with her pups away from all of this. That will be her decision,” Roman says.She looks back at us. “You think Uncle Dylan is guilty, don’t you?”“Yes I do. But that’s why I’m going to interview him. Detective Timothy is going with me. He’s a pr

PriscillaThe pain of my rejection to Dylan was almost more than I could bear, but I stood, needing him to finish it so his death didn't kill me too. Our daughters deserve more than losing both parents because of his betrayal.His acceptance of my rejection felt like half of my soul was ripped from my body, like my lifespan was just cut in half and I’m now on the cusp of death.The pain had been too much, and I’d collapsed, only to be caught in the arms of a man who shouldn’t smell nearly as good as he does. His arms around me shouldn’t feel healing, but they do.“How?” I ask, my voice shaky. “Why?”“I don’t know. The timing couldn’t be worse, but I believe everything happens for a reason. There’s a reason I came here today. I didn’t need to be here, but I felt something deep inside me pulling me to this pack. Now I know why.”I should move, I want to, this is wrong on so many levels, but being in his arms is already healing me. I hear the whistle of Roman’s claws through the air a mom