All Chapters of Betrayed, Then claimed by my God mother's husband. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82. MADISON POINT OF VIEW. I stared up at him, my chest heaving, my body aching from how close he was. Our eyes locked, and my face flushed slightly. I suddenly felt shy. Damn, Madison… what are you doing? Slowly, my hands slid down his chest as I tried to look away, my nails dragging lightly over the hard ridges of his abs. I paused at the band of his pants. “You want me to continue, sweetheart?” he murmured. I nodded, breath shaky. “Yes… please. Fuck me. I want you to ruin me.” That was all it took. The words had barely left my lips before something in his expression snapped. His eyes went dark—feral, hungry. A low sound tore from his throat, almost a growl, like he’d been holding himself back for too long. Then he moved. His hands grabbed me instantly, rough and impatient. He hooked his fingers under the hem of my shirt and yanked it up in one swift motion. Cool air hit my skin as the fabric cleared my head. I shivered, my nipples tightening against the thin

CHAPTER 84. MADDY'S POINT OF VIEW Later that night, he did just as he promised. He wrecked me a few times before morning, and I could barely sleep. The weather was also very cold, so he cuddled me to sleep. However, the next morning, I woke up late—who wouldn’t? After the different places and styles he’d flipped me across this bed, I needed the sleep. When I woke up, I realized that I was still naked, but covered in the bed sheets. I sat up slowly; my whole body still ached from last night, and my middle still throbbed with emptiness. The thick, suffocating smell of the room hit my nostrils, and I sat up straighter. I thought of leaving the room right away. I should be with Vanessa right now—we should be packing our bags. But here I was, still laid up in a man’s bed. Not just any man—the Alpha King. Seconds slipped into minutes, and I finally decided to get up. I stepped down gently from the bed; my feet kissed the cold floor. Then I turned around, my eyes darting everywhere for

CHAPTER 86. THIRD POINT OF VIEW. It’s been over an hour since Alpha Rowan put a call across to his beta, asking him to sabotage his daughter's file so she wouldn’t get in—but it turned out to be too late. The files had already been submitted, and even the beta had no right to tamper with them, even if he wanted to. He had told Alpha Rowan to calm down and let his daughter attend. Since they were both going to be professors there, he promised they would keep an eye on her. But even at that, Rowan still wasn’t convinced about his only daughter, Sloane, going to what he had always referred to as hell. Up until now, he still doesn’t understand her obsession with going to the multipurpose academy. To him, it’s overrated and deadly. He’d never advise anyone he knows to go there—and now his only beloved daughter would be attending. What a cruel twist of fate. After his beta revealed that it was too late to sabotage Sloane’s admission, Rowan resigned himself to bed instead of going to wo

CHAPTER 88 ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW. My breath hitched. Everything inside me went still—like my body forgot how to function. No. No… it couldn’t be true. De-Shawn? What the hell was he doing at the academy? Did he come to drop someone off or… was he a student? I shook my head, refusing to believe the truth right in front of me. The wild screaming and loud shouts suddenly faded in my ears. My heart pounded aggressively—fast, erratic, painful. My fingers trembled at my sides, a sudden cold washing over me despite the noise, the heat, the crowd pressing in from every direction. The plan had been to escape… to come here. To get away from De-Shawn. So how was he here? Or was he here to sabotage me, as usual? Did he know I was coming? If he did… how? This place… it was supposed to be far enough. Safe enough. But I guessed I had underestimated how far he could go. My throat tightened, my lungs struggling to pull in air. I glanced at him again, and he stood there like he owned the plac

CHAPTER 90. THIRD POINT OF VIEW. Deshawn walked in, shoulders squared, face set. He carried himself like he owned the place. Two boys trailed behind him, each carrying one of his bags. They quietly dropped the bags in front of his bunk. It was a lower bunk—right next to Madison’s. The moment she saw him approaching, she lowered her head, slowly turning her face away. Her heart pounded violently in her chest. Her fingers trembled as she shifted, angling her body away from him completely, silently praying he wouldn’t recognize her. She wished—desperately—that she had some kind of power… something that could let her disappear. Teleport. Anything. Just when she thought she had escaped him… Here he was. In the same room. On the bunk right next to hers. She couldn’t escape him this time. No… she couldn’t. Deshawn tilted his head, his eyes sweeping across the room. His gaze lingered on Maddy for a moment, but there was no recognition. Then he turned to his friends. “Thank you.