All Chapters of Chosen to be Betrayed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Once a male wolf gives a mark, the she-wolf is bound to him forever. The bond or the pull I'm feeling towards Orvyn, which I'm trying so hard to suppress, will only grow stronger. That’s enough to make me lose control over myself, and the freedom I’ve been dying to get! At least with a wedding, there’s divorce. But a mark... it can never be erased, let alone dismissed. With desperation and fear giving me strength, I manage to lift my hand and slap! It connects harshly across Orvyn’s cheek. I push up to escape—but he pins me down again, continuously trapping me underneath him using his heavier weight and larger frame. However,... He doesn’t dare try to mark me this time. Instead, he buries his face into the crook of my neck and shoulder. His chest shakes as he whispers through sobs, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Gautnier’s presence is truly a threat to him. He doesn’t seem like the Orvyn I once knew. He seems so weak and vulnerable now. Is this my sign? Should I keep breaking h

Gautnier’s voice is almost a whisper to avoid being heard by anyone. “King Orvyn, with the help of the Bloodbane Pack, Victoria, and Queen Aurora, are discreetly gathering pieces of evidence of the Frostveil Pack’s corruption. And they want you to do the same for them.”“You’re specifically chosen to be their spy. They’ve planned everything from the beginning.” “If they succeed, they’ll expose your pack’s wrongdoings… and then wipe out every single member. That way, the other packs won’t question their cruelty. It will look like justice.” I gasp as air is sucked out of my lungs. Every member? I don’t care if the corrupt leaders are punished or killed. But the non-officials, the lowborns, the children, who have nothing to do with these corruptions? Orvyn and the Bloodbane Pack can’t kill hundreds because of a few wolves’ greed! “But this is the worst part, if you refuse to help, they’ll kill you. If you obey, give them everything, and are no longer useful… they’ll still kill you.

My wolf whimpers softly in my chest, no longer scared, only hungry for Orvyn’s touch. His lips touch my collarbone as he takes off my nightgown. Meanwhile, my hands rub his buffed arms, shaky at first, but steady now. He lays me down to bed, then moves above me. He controls the pace, guiding me with every kiss, every caress, and every thrust."Am I too rough?" he asks, his voice breathless against my skin."No," I whisper, biting back a moan. "Don’t stop."The bed creaks as we keep thrusting our hips in unison. My fingers dig into his back, while his lips find mine again. I feel like I’m floating, my body no longer mine but his—ours.I keep trembling whenever we reach our peak together. Again. And again. Five times. I’ve never known pleasure like this, never trusted someone enough to give in fully. But with him… I can’t stop myself.When it’s over, Orvyn collapses beside me, sweat glistening on his chest. I, on the other hand, am dazed and breathless. His arm wraps around me gent

A harrowing scream bursts from my stinging throat as sharp canines savagely pierce through my ankle. Then, the wolf yanks my ankle backward with force, causing me to lose my balance and collapse hard onto the forest’s stony floor. My elbows scrape the rough ground and my face hits the dirt."Leave me alone!" I cry out."But you are already and always alone," one of the wolves sneers. The words sting almost as much as the bites.With the last bit of strength I have, I kick my wounded leg, trying to break free from the wolf's mouth. But the wolf doesn’t let go.Another wolf pierces its canines into my other free ankle, making me shriek as new pain explodes through me.The two wolves begin to drag me until the seaside view is completely gone and only shadows remain. My fingers dig into the ground, trying to hold on to anything. Dirt fills my nails, while pebbles scrape my arms.The third wolf, the only woman among them, walks behind. Sometimes it snaps at the others, barking orders. Ot

VICTORIA’S POV: I pace my bedroom anxiously. The air-conditioner is on, but sweat still runs down my forehead. Why haven’t the Gammas called back? Did they kill Thalissia already? Or did she escape again?I grab my spare phone and try one more time, pressing Yssa’s number.One ring... two... Then finally, she answers.I open my mouth, ready to scold her for ignoring my previous calls, but my instinct stops me. Yssa doesn’t say anything either, as if waiting for me to speak first, which is strange. Until, a moment of tense silence later, a voice, I don’t recognize, echoes.-[“This is the Chief Police from Amantheia Paradise Island. May I know who I am speaking with?”]-My blood runs cold, provoking me to hang up at once and throw the phone into my cabinet.Chief Police?! They’re caught! Did they tell them about my involvement? Have they killed Thalissia, or was she lucky again?I force myself to breathe deeply, trying to calm the panic. Suddenly,...I jolt, fear wriggling back thr