All Chapters of He Betrayed Me For A Human: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The Council always feared silence more than blood.And now, the world had fallen silent.The Citadel’s ruin sent a tremor through every pack bond, every tether to moon and magic. Wolves woke screaming beneath fractured skies, their instincts rebelling against something older than law. The priests said the world had shuddered because the old wards had been broken.But I knew better.It wasn’t the world that trembled.It was the gods.***By the time the sun rose, the Council’s banners already blackened the horizon.From the cliffs above the valley, I watched them arrive—rows of soldiers in silver armor, their formation as sharp as blades. Their scent carried even from miles away. Ash, iron, fear disguised as duty.At their center, the Council’s emissaries rode cloaked in white, the symbol of the Moon Crown etched on their chests. The same sigil that once hung above my own throne.I could hear their whispers long before they reached the ruins. The wind carried them—half prayers, half cu

Silence had never been this loud. It pressed against my skin, against the air—or whatever passed for air in this endless white. There was no ground, no sky. Only a soft, shimmering expanse that looked like mist, yet felt like thought.My feet left no prints. My breath left no warmth. I tried to speak, but the sound dissolved before it reached my own ears.Was this death? Or had the world simply spat me out?I didn’t remember falling.One moment I was inside the roar of breaking worlds, the next—nothing.Not darkness. Not even light.Just this… silence that watched me back.Something pulsed beneath my ribs. Faint. Familiar.The bond that used to tie me to my pack—dead. The tether to Kaelus—long severed. Yet something older still lived inside me, throbbing like a second heartbeat.The moon’s mark.I called her name in my mind. Lira. My wolf.But only static answered.Then—footsteps.Impossible, yet there they were.A rhythm echoing through the whiteness, soft and steady, coming closer.

The world vanished in light.Not warmth, not fire—just existence undone.Every thread of shadow ripped itself from my body, screaming, and for one impossible moment, I saw everything. The wolves howling in their ruined lands, the moons bleeding into one another, the gods tearing their own skin apart just to remember how to feel.And at the center of it all—me.A hollow where the world once was.When the light finally broke, I was no longer standing on ash.I was above it.The Citadel’s ruin stretched far below, silver dust swirling like smoke across a corpse that used to be divine. The air burned cold, thinner than breath. I looked down and realized there was nothing beneath my feet—only light. It held me as if I belonged to it.Julian was there, a dark figure half-lost in the storm. He shouted my name, but his voice fractured, shredded by the sound of wings.The gods were descending.Their forms weren’t made for mortal eyes.Each one shimmered like a reflection on broken water—vast,

The forest no longer remembered what it meant to sleep.Every leaf hummed faintly under the breath of the new dawn, as if the world itself was relearning how to exist. Shadows stretched in colors they’d never worn before—soft silver, bruised gold, the hues of something half-born.We walked beneath them in silence.Julian moved ahead, his blade slung across his back, his every step measured. Cassian walked behind me, his limp faint but constant, the echo of an old wound that refused to heal. And I... I was somewhere between them, yet not truly with them.The earth pulsed under my feet like a living thing. Each heartbeat of the world resonated inside me, tangled with my own. I could no longer tell where my pulse ended and its began.Cassian’s voice broke the stillness. "You haven’t slept in three nights.""I don’t need to," I said.He gave a quiet snort. "That’s what people say before they fall apart."I glanced back at him. His dark hair had grown longer since I’d last seen him, brushi

The forest was still breathing in the aftermath of power.Not divine power—something older, wilder, and more alive. The air trembled faintly, carrying scents of damp moss, smoke, and fur. The silence that followed wasn’t empty, it pulsed like a living thing. Every breath, every shift of wind felt like the world itself waiting to see what I would do next.I stood in the clearing where everything had changed.Where the old had died, and something unnamed was trying to rise.Around me, wolves gathered—rogues, outcasts, exiles, fragments of shattered loyalties. Broken wolves who no longer remembered what it meant to belong.They had followed my call, not out of faith, but desperation. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, some golden, some pale blue, all carrying the weight of too many losses.They watched me like one watches a storm—fearful, yet unable to look away.Cassian stood beside me, posture alert, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Julian hovered near the fire, his