Betrayed, Then Claimed By Fate Novels & Stories

My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal. I try to hold myself back from crying. I try to tell myself that I am stronger than this. That I am a Luna. But when reality comes crashing down on me, it crushes my spirit as well. Squeezes my heart to the point of bleeding, leaving me breathless.

Declan’s words traveled through my ears and a sharp pain cut through my heart immediately. The council fell into a wave of mutterings as necks flung and gossips rolled around. “You don’t know what you are saying, son. You can’t possibly be mated to a traitor of the pack!” I screamed. My eyes bulged out of their sockets, and I gritted my teeth in annoyance. “Freya isn’t a traitor. Her father was, and she is not him!” He fired back at me, and my jaw dropped in shock.

My father’s voice echoed around the walls, washing behind me as I dragged myself over my heavy and unsteady feet. Davon screamed a response but I could not hear exactly what it was he said. I looked back just in time to catch Selene’s gaze. And a smirk spread across her lips before she threw herself at Ronan. And then, it dawned on me. This was not an accident. No. This was something deeper. Betrayal. Coldest in its form. Carefully planned and perfectly executed. And I walked straight into it!

The words hung in the air, suspended between us like a fragile thread, connecting our hearts in a fragile dance of vulnerability and reliance. Deep within, I made a silent pact with myself, a solemn oath that reverberated within my being. This trust I was extending, this leap of faith I was taking, it would be the final time. The last instance I would surrender myself to this enigmatic dance of trust and betrayal. For if the fragile bond we were weaving shattered again, if he proved himself unworthy of the delicate trust I was bestowing, I knew then that I would become more than just the aggrieved; I would inadvertently metamorphose into the harbinger of his downfall.

She again took me in a hug. " W-When he was speak-king , the hurt , the b-betrayal shone in his eyes. He hasn't forgotten anything, Bri. He spat each word with so much d-disgust like he was pained at the s-sight of me." I tightened my arms around her , trying to relieve a bit of the pain that was consuming me from inside and I don't know when I fell asleep like that in her arms , crying my heart out. ………….

I say with a hollow voice, my eyes becoming glassy. He reaches out and gently strokes my face. “I’ve messed up a lot, especially with you, but this way I no longer will. We’ve come so far as to lose our friendship and I’ll always be close by. I’d say come with me, but your heart is here, with your alpha, and so is your destiny. I wish he knew how lucky he is to have you as his.” Why do I feel like I am about to lose a part of myself? Why does his choice feel like a betrayal?

My first mate, a figure I had trusted implicitly, concealed his treacherous intentions beneath a façade of loyalty. As the moon goddess's blessings were invoked, sealing the pact with an ethereal glow, I could not fathom the darkness that lingered in the shadows. It was when the vows were exchanged that the betrayal unfurled its wings. In a chilling twist of fate, my mate turned executioner, ruthlessly slaying my family and the esteemed members of our royal lineage.

I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them. The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.