A Warrior Exiled By The Hero And His Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You shouldn’t have allowed our soon to be king to be hurt. Only you have the right to punish his daft self.” I winced. Yeah, like I needed the scolding to feel bad about that. I hunkered down next to Moon, running my hand over his torn and muddied shirt. He groaned. The warrior pushed Morag away, before taking a step forward. “He needs—” “Woah, chill out.” I studied the way that she hungrily looked at Moon, even though she was trying to hide it. “What are you, like, his ex or something…?” The warrior gritted her teeth. “Oh, more like he was promised to me. And

His eyes were hollow. “So it was you,” he said quietly, too quietly. “You told Felda.” His laugh came out dry, cracked. “She used it against me. For that useless warrior of hers.” He walked toward me with the sword still in hand. Each step echoed in my mind. “That’s why I banished her to the rogues,” he whispered. “Knowing she’d already been poisoned by the hound in the dungeon. She should be dead by now.” He tilted his head like he was studying me. “You’re the only one I have to deal with.” His eyes softened for a moment. “But I love you. So I won’t hurt you.”

The mate bond between them pulled violently, a cosmic tug-of-war that made his chest heave as he stared at the girl he had loved, the girl he had been willing to abandon his crown for, now standing safely under the shelter of his father’s roof. The raw contradiction in his gaze—the absolute, unyielding love of a fated mate warred with the deep, toxic hatred of a betrayed warrior—sliced Avery’s soul into jagged pieces. Jake pulled against the heavy silver chains, the metal spikes biting deep into his wrists as he leaned forward, his voice a low, guttural rumble that carried over the roaring thunder, meant for her ears alone. "Did you come to see your handiwork, traitress?"

Darian lay defeated and broken, his reign of terror crumbling before him. Breathing heavily, Arystyn approached her fallen adversary, not with vengeance, but with a sense of pity. "Darian, your obsession consumed you, turning you into a monster far worse than any beast I could ever become. May this be a lesson for all who succumb to darkness – love will always prevail." With those words, Arystyn turned away from her ex-lover, leaving him to face the consequences of his actions. As she reunited with her husband and twin infants, they embraced, knowing that their family had overcome unimaginable trials together.

I addressed my advisors, assigning specific tasks and delegating responsibilities. The situation required swift action, and I trusted in the capabilities of my warriors to carry out their duties with precision and efficiency. As I ventured into the tumultuous realm of pack politics and battles, I carried Lia's love with me, an invisible shield that would guide me through the darkest of times. Our destinies were intertwined, and no matter the challenges that awaited us, I was determined to emerge victorious for the sake of our love and the future we shared.

“A few years ago there was a new warrior working under me and our alpha took an instant dislike to him. He made that warrior’s life difficult, giving him more and more difficult assignments in the hopes that one day he would leave or quit. But he never did, eventually the assignments got too dangerous.” “He was put in charge of a small group of warriors who were sent after a group of rogues. It was a trap, many of them were injured and one of them was killed. All of the blame was laid at the feet of the warrior who he didn’t like and that warrior ended up getting exiled from the pack.”

“Because he’s hot? Because he talks pretty when he’s not dodging questions? You don’t even know who he is.” “I do,” I said softly. Both James and Sadie looked at me. Sadie blinked. “You what?” “I looked him up,” I admitted. “The day after we got married.” Misha’s jaw ticked, but he stayed quiet. Sadie frowned. “What do you mean you looked him up?” I hesitated, then said it. “He was called the Warlord. A battlefield legend. There are forums about him. Articles, classified leaks, ghost reports from conflict zones. People called him a myth. Some didn’t believe he was real.”

But because I had finally understood what this was. Crescent Moon had never fully accepted me. They had merely been waiting for an excuse to cast me out. The underground cells were damp and cold, the scent of rust and stone thick in the air. Chains bound my wrists, their magic-infused silver burning against my skin. The guards stationed outside my cell refused to meet my eyes. I had fought for this pack. Bled for it. And now, they had thrown me away like I was the enemy. Atlas had tried to fight for me, but even an Alpha had limits. The Elders had turned the warriors against him, forcing his hand. If he had continued to resist, they would have removed him from power altogether.

Others claim she died of a broken heart caused by the betrayal of her lover. The stories were always spoken in secret because admitting a child dedicated to the gods—someone who should forever remain pure as sacrifice for our werewolf kind could fall in love was scandalous enough. But to say she fell in love with K'thar, the forbidden god of the night? That was the kind of heresy that could get you exiled as a rogue. I'd always wondered if the stories were sanitized versions of something much messier, much more....Different? After all, the victors write history, and the gods had definitely won that war.

His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-streaked face displayed a mix of shock and betrayal. “I can’t believe it.” She mumbled before she walked out and went to her room. “Elissa wait, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Alfredo tried to stop Elissa, but she did not listen and she didn’t look back. ELISSA’S POV I don’t know how many hours I’ve been crying in my room. The more I think of Dad replacing my mom, my heart aches so much. I hate Dad, I hate him so much. It was also the first time my dad had ever hurt me with his hands, and it was all because of his new fiancée. Will he choose his newfound lover over me and Mom?