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He saved the last sip of fresh water for me, leaning close to my ear and whispering, "Mia, as long as I have a breath left, the Grim Reaper won't take you away." How could that not be deep love? At that moment, I fell for him completely. On our wedding day, I grabbed his suit tie and seriously warned him, "Vincent, you know my bottom line. If you betray me, I will never look back." Vincent kissed the back of my hand and swore to the Virgin Mary, "That day will absolutely never come." Yet, half a month ago, I accidentally discovered an encrypted burner phone hidden in a secret compartment of his armored SUV.

I said. “She brought herself, " he corrected. “Don't insult me " I. His eyes darkened a bit not with fear but with calculation. “You think I planted a smoke device?" he asked. “I think you opened the door " I. A long pause settled between us. He walked toward the monitor, his hands clasped behind his back, inspecting the footage like he was reviewing profits instead of evidence of betrayal. “You always underestimated subtlety " he. Those words hit harder than shouting would have.

It was no longer just about possession or even vengeance for a wrong. It was about betrayal. A deep, intimate, unforgivable betrayal. And I was going to make them all understand the price of crossing Lorenzo Valenti. The cold fire in my gut intensified, burning away the last remnants of grief, leaving only a pure, focused, and utterly ruthless determination.

"What are you still standing around for? Do I have to beg you? Madam Pratt is lying there on the verge of death, and you're still not hurrying up?!" He didn't give me any chance to explain and dragged me toward the door. Looking at the faces of these two people who so desperately wanted me dead, a raging hatred burned in my heart. Since childhood, I had vowed to dedicate my life to medicine. In pursuit of breakthroughs in the field, I had worked tirelessly to reach my current position. I had never done anything to betray my patients. Yet, the director—the mentor I respected the most—was willing to sacrifice my reputation and other people's lives just for his own benefit.

And the betrayal… it was a physical ache in my chest a constant sharp pain that made it hard to breathe. I thought about all the times I felt I was not enough, unable to make Damon a father unownen to me that all that he never wanted a family with me, he never wanted me. All of it together was just too much. It made me numb, I couldn’t cry anymore instead I felt hollowed out like a shell. I hated myself. I hated the person I had been—so blind so trusting and weak. But then everyday the numbness started to crack and underneath it was extreme rage.

I watched it all. No pity. No satisfaction. Just cold, clear sight. "Liam. How does betrayal taste?" "I've got more. Want to see?"

And then I saw it. Scrawled in jagged, almost desperate handwriting, as though someone had written it in a frenzy: “Beware the betrayal by fire, for it shall sever what no force can bind.” My breath caught. The words seemed to leap off the page, wrapping around my throat like a noose. Betrayal by fire. What did it mean? Was it talking about me? About Rigel? Everything seemed to get me so confused and just as I earlier said, the more I thought I was uncovering things, the more tricky and confusing it became for me.

I trembled and glared at her. During the first four tries, I had gone into the operating room full of hope, only to be told that the match failed. I coughed up blood every night, and I lost large clumps of hair. I only thought that I was unlucky, but this was all because Seth and Julius wanted to take revenge for Jody. Hate burned in my heart. Out of nowhere, I gained strength and lunged at Jody like a mad woman to grab her neck. “Die!” Jody was not expecting me to suddenly attack her, and she fell on the floor. “Help! Elena lost her mind! Julius, Seth, help me!”

I let my gaze find him for a moment. His face looked pale, a mix of sadness and relief. He'd get mad, then calm down and become the guy I looked up to. I stepped back so the distance seemed ceremonial. Then turn to see all the spectators one by one. "This is the cost of betrayal," I said, "If you hope to hide behind family or history, beware. I will burn the threads you cling to." My skin gleams with a long-standing hunger, not for violence, but for the certainty of clear consequences.

Alpha King Betrayal has taste. Hard-to-chew, fermented justification. All for the name of love. All for the name of sanity and denying the treacherous act. It doesn’t numb the tongue. Nor the body. It does more than that. Enough dosage of betrayal numbs the heart and mind from functioning its liberty to choose what its morale. What is rational. I felt so betrayed. Never felt so betrayed in my whole life until now. Until I saw what was marked over her delicate skin.