Ash Betrayed Novels & Stories

"Never. I would never have harmed Lira. The rogues that attacked her, they weren't Theon's. They were another kind of monster." "You expect me to believe that?" I insisted, standing up, my chair grating on the stone floor of the Lake House. "You lied to me my whole life. You allowed me to grieve. You acted like you didn't care. And all the while, you were the one who destroyed my family." "It wasn't my choice," Ash pleaded, his voice breaking. He rose to his feet, his massive frame looming over me. "I was a tool, Rhea. A weapon. I did what I was told. I hated myself for it. Every day, I hate myself for it."

Ashara sat curled in Zev’s arms, her face buried in his chest as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Zev held her tightly, his chin resting gently on her head, his fingers stroking her back in slow, soothing motions. Around them, Zev’s friends gathered, their usual teasing demeanor replaced with quiet concern. No one said much—what words could possibly undo the pain of a father’s slap or the weight of nearly crossing into death’s grasp? Ashara had walked into a storm, into forbidden land, into the heart of vampire territory—into hell. And somehow, she had come back unharmed. That alone was a miracle.

He looked extremely disappointed in me. "Avril!" Vernon yelled my name furiously. I looked over and noticed he had stepped all over my things. He even stomped hard on the shattered pieces of the asteroid figurine. As soon as I looked up, Vernon slapped me without a word. "Apologize to Peggy! Why did you steal the necklace I gave her?" At that moment, I lost all hope. Vernon was still holding the million-dollar necklace he had given to Peggy, and the cheap figurine he had given me was crushed under his foot. The figurine wasn't even worth a fraction of the necklace.

My blood flamed at hus touch. "What us wrong with you Ashley? Why the sudden change of attitude towards him? Are you..."

He’d apologize to Bones later, when they were home and safe and away from this goddamn nightmare. A woman shoved herself through the armed guards working to secure every member of Alpha Team, snapping out orders in French, and at least this was a language Knight understood. He forced himself to not think about the blood coating his gloved hands as he wrenched his gaze away from Kira's body and watched her approach. “Baudin,” he ground out, anger and something more, something ugly, crawling through his voice. Lilia Baudin smiled at him, icy gaze sharp and assessing. “We are down 136 test subjects because of your interference. I suppose the scientists will have to make do with you.”

“Did you still love him, is that what you wanted?” Ivana frowned not understand what he meant. “What is that?” “To see him.” he said looking forward. .“You think I want him around me?” Ivana said sadly her voice breaking. “You think I enjoyed being humiliated by the man who betrayed me?” she yelled at him. Asher grip on the seat of the car tightened. “I wouldn’t know. You didn’t exactly push him away and he was all over you” Ivana sucked in a sharp breath, her anger building up. She just kept silent holding in her anger

He kicked my wrist, and the dagger went flying again. Then, a sharp crack echoed through the hallway. My cheek burned. The right side of my face went numb. He had slapped me. "Stop this, Elara," Kaelen's voice was ice. "I'll agree to sever the bond." He pulled a document from inside his suit jacket and threw it at my feet. The words "Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement" stared up at me. At the bottom was his neat signature. "You had this ready," I said. My voice didn't sound like my own.

she continued carefully, “M… what do you feel she was to you, really?” He did not answer immediately, and for a brief moment Aisha thought he might not respond at all, but then he shifted slightly in his chair, as though adjusting something internal rather than physical, and spoke in a tone that carried neither hesitation nor confusion. “She was the only person who stayed long enough for me to believe I was not something broken beyond use,” he said simply. The words settled heavily in the space between them, not because they were dramatic, but because they were ordinary in the way they expressed something profoundly irreversible.

Then, without looking at me, he said, “Because the club ruined my life.” “ You don't look ruined to me though.” I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t say it, and I didn’t push either. I knew that tone, I used to speak in it too and I didn't want to push. Eventually, he stood. “Get some rest, Ash. You leave before sunrise. No one needs to know you were here.” “Right,” I said softly. But as he walked away, I caught his gaze for a second and there was something there. I didn't know if it was curiosity or pity or even something else. But whatever it was, it pulled at me.

"I never knew he cared for her like that." "Don't be naive," a man answered in a low hiss. "It’s damage control. The Vance stock dropped twelve percent after the Coast Guard called off the search. He has to look like a grieving widower." My hands closed into tight fists against my knees, my knuckles turning white, my nails digging into my palms until I felt the skin break. I didn't turn around. I didn't scream. I sat there and let their words slice into me, accepting every drop of poison because I knew they were right about one thing: I had treated her like an asset, and now the world was paying me back in fake sympathy.