Betrothed Novels & Stories

I felt my heart tighten and my teeth clench, grinding. “I did it to speed up things so we become more used to ourselves. This betrothal wasn’t good for us both. We are polar opposites and can’t stand each other’s gut”. He adds as we approached the statuesque in front of us. It was a beautiful sculpture in which she sticklike figure with her hands, all clothed in the ancient attire. “For the first time, I think you’re right about that. Why were we betrothed in the first place?”, I ask still calculating our every move so that we don’t end up getting lost.

The welts on my bare back scrape into the dirt and I push harder into the pain. I want to feel everything. Nathan holds my gaze as he pounds into me over and over, his pace quickening with the tempo of the acolytes’ chant. In his blood-red eyes, I see the depth of his claim over me, the finality of this moment. We can never go back now. We’ve joined here, in the ceremonial chamber, on Lupercalia, beneath the extra blessing of the full moon. We’re as joined in our lives as our bodies are right now.

.Chapter 23 Tension Meanwhile, burdened by the weight of betrayal, Nerissa desperately sought out Tritan, intercepting him on his way to training. The profound hurt of betrayal was etched on her face as she signed, her hands trembling with emotion, "Did you turn them in?" Tritan's expression hardened, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and determination, but he maintained a calm demeanor as he signed back, his hands firm and resolute, "No, I promised you I wouldn't! I would never break a promise, Nerissa." Tritan held her gaze, hurt that she would question his unwavering loyalty. After a moment of silence, Nerissa nodded, her eyes brimming with understanding, acknowledging Tritan's steadfastn

I ask him, leaning closer to him, a teasing smile on my face. “Hmm.” He hummed, stroking his chin, “I guess you could call me an expertise lover.” “Get out of here!” I said, shoving him playfully, before turning away and leaning across the table, my full attention now on Aphelion. “So tell me, Sparky, why are you and the Queen B betrothed?” “Sparky?” Aphelion asked me, giving me a not amused look, “And the right question is why were you betrothed? The keyword were, as in past tense.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was rougher than I’d ever heard it. “Her name is Helena.” The name alone scraped something bitter inside me. He exhaled slowly. “We grew up together.” Of course they did. “With the council watching us like hawks,” he added, voice quieter, “they decided, before either of us could protest, that we were to be betrothed.” My pulse stuttered painfully at the word that had just slid past his lips. Betrothed. The word echoed in my chest, acid and fire. “But I rejected it,” he continued, eyes locking on mine. “I rejected her. There was nothing between us then, and there is nothing between us now.”

I replied, not hiding the irritation I felt. Her next words shattered everything. "You were already betrothed to Alpha Jaden when you were fourteen." She announced and I promise, I didn't quite grasp what she had just said. For a moment, I forgot the actual meaning of the word "betroth." I was hoping I had either heard wrong or there was a different meaning to the word I didn't know about yet. I blinked rapidly. "What?" I asked with a breathy scoff. Mum didn't even flinch. "Yes, Kasmine. It was signed and agreed upon when his father helped your father seven years ago. He got us through a major crisis, and in return, a marriage alliance was secured. It is benef

he said. “And?” I asked. “A promised bond was officially created between us,” he said. I accessed the information about the promised bond through Cadence’s memories. Unlike natural mate bonds, a betrothed mate bond had three distinct stages: the promising stage, the binding stage, and the bonding stage. In the Promising stage, two families arranged a future mate bond between their children — usually at a very young age — in the presence of the Three Fates. Once approved, a Promised or Betrothed Bond was formed between them.

"Perhaps you'd like to explain to your betrothed exactly what this is." The word landed exactly where she'd aimed it. Betrothed. A term the council had used so carefully for months, softly, tentatively, as if testing how the pack would receive it before making it official. She'd never once heard Kade use it himself, not once, not in any of the stilted, formal conversations they'd shared over the past year. But the wolves around her didn't know that. To them, hearing it spoken aloud made it sound like a fact.

He turned to face the council, his posture shifting into the formal bearing of an Alpha addressing his people. "I publicly claim Camille Bell." The words dropped into silence. I felt my heart stop, then restart with a painful lurch. The elders exchanged glances—shock, calculation, and in Casimir's case, something approaching triumph. "A mating bond?" Helena asked carefully. "A betrothal." The distinction was deliberate, precise. "A formal commitment, witnessed and recorded, but incomplete until we choose to finalize it." I understood suddenly what he was doing. A betrothal would shift attention from Luna to us—give the pack a different spectacle to watch, a different story to tell. The proph

“What is it?” Betty moves closer to Trevor, sliding her hand into his. Possessive and claiming. “We’re getting mated,” she announces. My breath leaves my body. Trevor nods. “It’s official.” Official. I search his face for something—guilt, hesitation, a memory of us. Nothing. Just calm detachment. “I thought you should all know,” Betty adds sweetly. Mother forces a smile. Father looks relieved. Relieved. Because one daughter secured. One daughter sacrificed.