All Chapters of BETRAYED BY BLOOD : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tanya's POV..Well, I never thought I'd end up like this.Awake, naked, on a soft woolen bed that isn't mine, and wrapped in the arms of a terribly handsome stranger that I absolutely do not recognize. As if that isn't bad enough, I have no memory of what happened the previous night.I shut my eyes for a few seconds, hoping, praying, that I'm dreaming. But I open them again, only to be faced with a pair of icy blue eyes, and I scream.I have no idea who the man is or how I got to the room. All I know is that the previous day was my eighteenth birthday. And just like everything else in my life, it was a total nightmare.One day earlier..."Fuck me, Brandon! Yeah, baby, that's it!"I was standing in the doorway of my boyfriend's room. We'd been dating for years, and yet... I was not the woman in the bed that he was pounding senselessly. The horror encompassing me at this moment contrasted starkly with how I felt this morning.I woke with an elated buzz in my system. Even if no one cared

Tanya's POV."Who are you?" the menacing voice growled."I..." I stuttered as I tried to say something, anything; but my mind was blank. It took all my willpower to stay awake and I lacked the energy to form any coherent sentence. The room was dark and all I could see was a dark figure in the shape of a man. The only source of light in the room was the dim rays of moonlight that spilled into the room from the open windows, but it wasn't enough to fully illuminate the room."Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" the voice said.I wanted to say this was my room; that he was the intruder; that he had no right to interrogate me, but all I did was stagger and stumble into his arms. I was shocked when I saw a pair of icy blue eyes and realized that it was the same man I saw in the crowd. His face lacked any emotions as he stared at me, patiently waiting for me to respond. He was naked, save for a small towel wrapped around his waist. The sight of his naked body completely disorien

Tanya's POV.The slammed door shakes terribly, making a loud sound that attracts everyone's attention; hence everyone turns to face Marco as he exits room 401. Shocked, I realize that I have underestimated how tall and huge he is. He is at least a head taller than everyone in the hallway and his cold, icy eyes sweep through the crowd in one swift glance."What's the problem?" he says, leaning against the doorway to his room with a cup of whiskey in his hands. "You all won't let us sleep.""It's this bitch," Alina yells. "She cheated on her boyfriend.""Is that so?" he glances at me as though he has never seen me before in his entire life. "And what makes you think so?" he calmly asks, his eyes still lock on my face. "What?" Alina asks, confused by the question."You march in here," he turns to face her, standing erect and dominating everyone with his incredible physique. "Yelling and screaming at the top of your lungs that this pretty girl just cheated on her boyfriend as though you c

Tanya's POV. The sharp knock on the door rings again, accompanied by a greasy voice, "It's Rick." My heart sinks with that sound. My first reaction is to run away, but this is my home, and where can I escape? I huddle in the corner of the living room as if that would make Rick unable to see me. "Welcome Mr. Rick," Alina greets the fat pervert with a very bright smile. "We've been expecting you." "Well," he cackles. "I'm here and I hope I'm not too late." "No, Rick," Richard says, his voice reeking of indifference as though he is bored and would rather be somewhere. "Come, let's get this over with." "Oh, there's my bride," Rick laughs. I know I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't show my cowardice in front of Rick, but when I muster up my courage to glare at Rick, my tears still fall from my eyes indefensibly. Rick seems to enjoy my tears very much. His face gleans with lust and he repeatedly smacks his lips as he looks me over. "Well, let's get to business," Maya announces. "Father!" I

Cathy's POV. A small crowd has gathered before the fitting room to see the results of the girl's stupidity. I am mortified that the clerk has allowed that pauper to wear the most valuable clothes in the whole kingdom. I have tried that dress multiple times and it never seems to fit, no matter how hard I tried. After many trials, I gave it up. I don't understand what gives that beggar the audacity to think that the dress will fit her when it won't fit me, the Princess of the entire Wolf Kingdom. The curtain to the fitting room slowly pulls apart and I am ready to burst into deep laughter at the monstrous figure that will appear behind the curtain. The girl slowly steps out of the fitting room and faces everybody. Instead of the mocking laughter that I've anticipated from the small crowd, they are all shocked; indeed, so am I. The clothes fit the girl perfectly. She looks like a perfect Luna but even that is an understatement; she looks like a divine goddess. The clothes hug her femin