روايات وقصص ضمن Betrayed, Then Claimed By Fate

hung in the air. They felt final and cold. I felt a mix of relief and dread. Victors face went pale. He didn't say anything.Isabellas eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Mom… please no…”“I've waited long for honesty. Too long for loyalty. And now I have neither " I said. My voice was steady.. My chest felt tight. "This stops here.”Victors hands clenched at his sides. I saw the battle inside him. He loved Isabella. He wanted to protect her.. He also knew I was right. He opened his mouth. Then he hesitated. He looked at Isabella. I saw the fear. Worry between them.I was sure of my decision. My hands were still shaking. I held my phone. I was ready to take the steps that would

She laughed weakly. "You should eat something," Damon said. “You barely touched dinner.” He moved around the kitchen, Sloane watched him pull out a bottle of water with glasses. “I’m not hungry,” she said. “She knew, maybe not everything but enough. I told her everything as my best friend. He walked back beside her near the window. “She betrayed you,” he said. “But that doesn’t erase every real thing that existed before it because people are complicated.” “You really believe that? I feel stupid.”

“You weren’t forced. You wanted it. I swear on my life. I don't remember much too but I swear, I did not take advantage of you. I would never do that to any woman” My lips parted, but no words came out. I wanted to deny it, scream at him, blame him for my misfortune but the ache in my body, the flashes in my head, the way my skin still burned with ghostly traces of his touch. It all betrayed me. For some weird reason, I believed this man. “This is insane,” I muttered, rubbing my temples as if the pressure in my head could be pushed away. “I can’t believe this is happening.” He sighed, running his hand down his face, then sat at the edge of the bed, his back facing me. “Trust me, I didn’t pla

The night hung thick and heavy, a suffocating weight pressing against the land. Even the stars seemed hesitant to bear witness to what was about to unfold. Veyra stood at the edge of the gathering grounds, the cool wind tangling through her hair, the stoneblade cradled carefully in her hand. It pulsed against her palm, a slow, ancient rhythm—like the beating of a heart that wasn't her own. Her heart raced, but it wasn't fear. No, it was the unbearable weight of fate. The prophecy—One must betray. One must die. One must ascend. Those words, once only a whisper in a vision, now flared into reality, searing themselves into her skin.

Betrayed. And deep inside, the prophecy’s weight pressed heavier than ever. Fate had dragged me here. But fate, it seemed, had also shackled me to the one man who would destroy me.

I tried to keep my head high as I was led away, but even pride needed air to breathe, and right now, the air was thinning, my pride slowly slipping but I managed to hold it. Tristan on the other hand, his pride was hurt. It had been blatantly obvious in his eyes, hurt by how things had taken a turn. He'd thought that he had captured me, forced the blood pact on me, punished me and when he was done breaking me, he would break off the blood pact, and then kill me. But fate had laughed in his face. It didn't work that way. It was cruel. Unpredictable. I didn't like fate because it never played in my favor… until now. For once since everything that had happened I felt hope. I felt fate at my sid

"The forest let me go. But only because it needs all four of us for the prophecy." Liora rushed forward, hugging him tight. Her marks flared hot, feeling his warmth mixed with sadness and relief. "I thought I lost you," she said, tears starting. Ash buried his face in her hair, breath shaky. "Never. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't leave." Kael stepped closer, awkward but honest. “Things are different now. The forest wants us to trust each other.” Ash nodded grimly, turning to Kael. “I remember more now. The prophecy’s ‘betrayal’ isn’t about hatred. It’s about going against fate, choosing your own heart, even when the world expects otherwise.”

I still can't believe what kind of game fate is playing with me. It seems like every time I think things are finally going well, something unexpected happens to throw me off course. It's as if fate enjoys keeping me on my toes and testing my resilience. Everything started with losing my family at my wedding, and then my child Liam came into my life. I was happy, but then Brandon came and swiped me off my feet with his charm and charisma, making me fall in love with him at a time when I thought love was not for me after losing Jared. However, just when I thought I had found happiness again, fate decided to test me once more. Brandon changed and revealed a side of himself that I never could ha

"I could never, not after asking the Moon Goddess that there will be no fated mate for me. And how could I still have any good feelings for Jacob after what he did? Fated mates can betray you, so what is the point… I can't be betrayed again." "The drive towards one's fated mate is a powerful force. I should know. You are my mate; I smell you and I couldn't want anyone else." "Weren't you listening?" I sat up a little cross. We were supposed to be feeling closer to each other than ever, but he seemed focused on the wrong detail. "I want revenge on Jacob and Jennifer. My fated mate betrayed me, and I never want to feel that again in my second chance at life." His sympathetic eyes understood, a