All Chapters of The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aria’s POVThe night was unnaturally quiet. The air was dense with smoke and filled with the smell of steel and unease. From my window, I saw torchlight across the training grounds, warriors honing their blades, readying themselves for a war that never should have been my responsibility to start.But it was.Every clang of metal seemed to echo like a heartbeat, and every distant howl served as a reminder that Damon had drawn blood over me, over an omega who had already brought too much pain and destruction.He’d sworn a blood oath for me.I placed my hand on the cold glass, watching my trembling reflection under the faint moonlight. I couldn’t grasp why he would jeopardise everything, his pack and his peace, for someone damaged, marked by another Alpha.The door opened with a creak behind me. His scent, pine, storm, and a deep, grounding warmth, preceded him, making it difficult to breathe. Damon entered, clad in a black coat, with shoulders squared and jaw clenched. The burden of lea

Aria’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain.Not mine…his.It struck me like lightning, intense and blinding, piercing every nerve. I gasped, clutching my chest as my breath was ripped away. Damon’s pain felt raw, brutal, and genuine. My wolf inside howled painfully, its cry resounding through my mind until I could hardly focus.“Mate.” The word trembled from my lips.Something had occurred. I didn’t need anyone to tell me. I sensed it. The connection between us throbbed, weak and broken, like a heartbeat trying to persist.“Aria!” Beta Rowan’s voice snapped through the fog. “You can’t go out there. The borders are swarming with rogues. Damon gave orders”“I don’t care!” I shouted, the words breaking out of me like a snarl. “He’s hurt. I can feel it.”Rowan stepped closer, his hands raised in calm warning. “If you go now, you’ll walk straight into an ambush. We don’t even know where”“I know where.” I met his eyes, breathing hard. “I can feel him.”Rowan’s expression showed he understo

Aria’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain. Not sharp, but deep a dull, heavy ache that throbbed through every part of me. My eyes fluttered open to the soft flicker of lamplight. The smell of herbs, smoke, and blood filled the air. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was.Then I heard the steady rhythm of breathing beside me.Damon.He lay peacefully on the bed beside mine, his chest gently rising and falling. His bare skin was wrapped in bandages that were stained with silver burns, telling a silent story of his ordeal. Beneath the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the tent flap, his face appeared pale, yet his jaw was tightly clenched, even in his unconscious state. It was a quiet, poignant moment, filled with unspoken strength and resilience.The memory hit me all at once: the fight, the blood, his body collapsing beside mine. I sat up too fast, wincing as pain lanced through my ribs. My hands trembled as I reached for him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his foreh

Aria’s POVThe morning was cold, quiet, and still, almost as if the wind itself was hesitant to stir the trees. I found myself gazing out the window of my room, watching the frost gently cling to the glass as I tried to keep my mind from wandering to what today might bring. Damon’s command still lingered in my thoughts, a reminder of the uncertainties ahead.“Pack your things. You’ll leave at dawn.”No argument. No explanation. Just that.I knew this moment was inevitable, and I understood that the silence between us could only last so long before it shattered. Still, knowing didn’t quite ease the ache. My chest felt heavy as I packed the last of my clothes into a small leather satchel. Every sound seemed amplified, the rustling fabric, the gentle click of the buckle. The feeling of farewell weighed on me like a cold winter day, deep and unavoidable.I wouldn’t cry. Not for him. Not for what we could never be.I gently rested my hand on my stomach, feeling the slight curve that now br

Aria’s POVThat night, the moon hung low and heavy, its gentle glow softly spilling across the room, like a quiet secret I hesitated to face. Sleep was nowhere to be found. I kept turning over, my sheets tangled around me, my heart caught in a delicate dance between guilt and longing, making it hard to find peace.Every time I closed my eyes, I could still taste him, Damon. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips and the rough press of his hands, as if he was trying to memorise me, or maybe erase the distance between us once and for all. My wolf purred happily at the memory, but my heart trembled with a mix of emotions.I kept telling myself I shouldn’t have let it happen, but the words felt so empty. What we shared was difficult to define. It wasn’t love, not quite, but it wasn’t hate either. It was something intense, unpredictable, and deeply real.I sat up, running a hand through my hair with a sigh. The fire in the hearth had died out hours earlier, leaving the room