All Chapters of The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aria’s POVThe murmurs were always before daylight.Little, keen, passed along the passageways like poison in the air."She's bewitched the Alpha."“He does not even glance at anybody anymore.”“She is too dangerous... she is not one of us.”I told myself not to listen. The fact that their words were merely noise. However many times I said it, the sting never wore off. It was one as at Silvermoon - the same sadistic laughter, the same glares that gazed through me as though I were under dirt.Only this time, it hurt more. This was because I wanted to fit in this place.The Winchester pack was stiffer, meaner, harsher. They appreciated power, fidelity, and blood. And I was an omega who carried the child of another Alpha. Each of my actions was met with silence, but it was not respectful silence, but judgmental.So I fought harder.By the time the sun set every morning, I was already on the training grounds, all covered with sweat, fists raw and knuckles bruised. The other wolves sneered

Aria’s POVThe air was thick in the morning, filled with the scent of wild roses and promise of the Blood Moon. Even the sky seemed different - bruised red at the rim, in disquiet. Wolves spoke of the Blood Moon as a time when the primal side of wolves overtook their rational side, and when even the most powerful Alpha has no control. I told myself I wasn't afraid. But underneath, I was terrified - of what my body did every time Damon was near.The Winchester warriors were sparring on the training field, and their grunts and growls were heard across the open ground. I tried to focus; to hold still as I moved to dodge a strike from Nymera. My wolf's senses were heightened too much, too keen. Each sound, each smell was harsher than ever before."You're distracted," Nymera said panting."I'm fine," I lied, although my heart was pounding far too fast. My skin was burning under the rising sun, and sweat dripped down my back like fire.And I felt it, a change within me, primal and deep. My

Aria’s POVThe air in the packhouse was different after that night - heavy, strained, whispering with things unsaid. All the hallways I walked down I could feel eyes on me. Wolves flicked their heads around when I passed them, but quickly enough not to hide the suspicion in their eye.They knew.Or at least, they thought they had.After word was out that the renegade I had wept was my brother, the whispers started -- at first quiet, like the sound of wind through dead leaves, then harsher, crueller. She hid a rogue's blood. Maybe she led them here. She's not one of us.I thought I had become immune to judgement. After all, the Redmoon Pack had prepared me for humiliation well enough. But this... this was different. These wolves were Damon's soldiers, his family. His opinions were significant because he was significant.And he hasn't visited me since that night.I never saw the flame in his eyes, never heard his voice, not even a word. Only silence, colder than rejectionI told myself

Aria’s POVHating Damon was simpler when he was absent.When the halls were empty and his scent had disappeared, I almost convinced myself that my feelings were nothing more...simply guilt, confusion, or some cruel twist of fate. Yet, each time I saw him, when those sharp grey eyes met mine across the room, that illusion shattered.The bond felt like a quiet ache inside, humming beneath my skin like a spark on the verge of igniting. I hated it because it made me feel so exposed. I told myself I didn’t want him...even after he responded coldly when I shared the news about my brother. But deep down, my heart couldn’t accept that. My body refused to follow that reasoning either.Over time, the silence between us grew. He spoke only rarely and kept his distance, yet somehow I always felt close to him. I would catch little glimpses of him in the training fields or the council chamber, his face a mystery and his presence unmistakable. The pack both admired and eyed him cautiously...yet they

Aria’s POVThe tension in the air was so thick you could almost choke on it.The Winchester Pack had grown quiet these past few days... too quiet. Warriors moved in pairs even within the camp, and every howl that echoed in the distance made hearts skip a beat. Something was approaching.Damon sensed it before anyone else. I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, how his eyes kept flicking towards the forest as if he expected the trees themselves to attack. He hadn’t slept much... nor had I.Every evening, he returned from the border, smelling of metal and pine, his jaw clenched. He spoke little, but his silence conveyed more than words. Whatever troubled the woods was not merely rogues; it was something more sinister.Tonight, even the moon appeared to hide behind the clouds.I sat by the window, gently brushing my fingers over my stomach ... still small, yet enough for me to sense the flutter of life. My wolf, Shira, shifted restlessly under my skin.Something’s wrong, she whi