Fated To Three Betrayed By All Novels & Stories

"Pity doesn't make you remember my favorite things. Pity doesn't make you stay up all night with me when I'm sad. And pity damn sure doesn't make an Alpha betray the one he calls his destined mate, just to protect another woman." Betray. The word was a thorn that twisted deep in Joric’s heart. "I didn't betray Faelan…" "Yes, you did," Giselle’s tone sharpened. "You betrayed her, just like she's betraying you now. The only difference is, she was more decisive." Giselle walked back to Joric, her voice tinged with scorn.

I didn’t want to ruin the mood, but I knew he was withholding information from me. “Once we mark each other, there is no possibility for a second-chance mate.” As if reading the confusion on my face he continued. “If your mate dies before you mark them, the Moon Goddess grants you a second-chance mate. But if you mark your mate, then you are committed to them and only them.” He brushes a hair out of my face, but I push him back, sitting up. “Do you think that's a good idea though? Maybe we should see if I even make it through the full moon.”

Declan frowned “There are a few things that we do need to take into account, Layana do you remember the prophecy the seer gave to your father?” he said, Layana’s face paled remembering the comment about death, so much had gone on that she had forgotten about Azalea’s illness. Pushing the regret of not being able to say goodbye, and the fear that she may never see her again out of her head, she repeated the woman's words. “Prepare for the three. One of your closest will betray you, you will lose one to death and one will bring you hope, play your cards wisely my king for the end is nearing,” she said

As she slept in my arms, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to me if I turned to be her cursed mate. “I have been thinking the same. But the pull to her and Athena is far too great for us to be her cursed mate. I can’t be sure yet, but I think we are her fated mates.” Onyx sighed in my head. “I know, buddy, but the thing that has stuck in my head is what Tanda said. That we would both betray her and only one was forgivable to her. How could we ever betray her? There is not a fiber in my body that wants to hurt ever.”

Emotions overwhelmed me—a storm of hurt, shock, and betrayal intertwined into a tumultuous whirlwind. A sudden realization struck me, and the weight of it bore down on me like a crushing force, making it nearly impossible to draw a breath. The gravity of the revelation pressed against my chest, and the pain was unbearable. In that moment, I knew I had to escape, to run away from the overwhelming feelings of hurt, betrayal, and pain.

Lorcan huffs, shedding a tear. "We are all fated to each other," Xim replies more calmly from the bed as he cuddles Imagyn closer. "We are fated and home," he whispers to Imagyn, hoping to rouse her, and my tears fall. "I'm lost. I'm sorry," Helena blinks rapidly. "Yes, I have three fated, King Lorcan, Xim, and now our Luna, Imagyn." "Wow," Helena said flatly, looking over Imagyn and all of us. Her expression is quizzical, and I know she wants to ask more but doesn't.

“It seems like he has been working against you.” His expression blanked, no longer able to read what was behind those onyx eyes. For the first time, Lazarus strewed in silence, a clear blockage between us. “Family can betray you; I know that better than anyone else.” His sorrowful eyes locked on mine, swirling with disdain. “I told you Ma Cherie, I’m no stranger to betrayal.” Guilt clung to soul, squeezing my heart because I was one of those people. I betrayed him the moment I decided to join The Rebel’s Creed.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have let Amy suffer so Lily could keep playing her innocent act!” “You think Amy’s baby wasn’t mine? Well, guess what? The mafia lord’s mistress is Lily! Ha! “I gave up my wife! I abandoned my child for someone else’s bastard. How?! “Hahahaha!” “What are you talking about? Amy was carrying your child? “And Lily’s the one who’s carrying a bastard? No, that can’t be! That’s not possible!” Mary said, stumbling backward, unable to accept Sam’s words. Her hands trembled violently as she raised them, and despair crashed over her face. “I killed my own grandchild?”

He walk across the room and mumbling to himself, “It’s all her fault, she is the one for whom everyone leaving me, I’ll make sure Isabella pays for what she’s done, she will regret the day she ever crossed me.” Mia is walking alone in the street. And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable,

I murmur, my voice a mere whisper amidst the clamor of the crowd. Trust. I hear him whisper. The word echoes in my mind, a beacon of clarity from my recent findings. With a faint smile playing on my lips, I muster the last remnants of my strength. "Trust," I declare, my voice stronger now, infused with newfound resolve. Talerion's betrayal severed the bond between humans and Faeries, shattering the foundation of trust upon which it was built. In its wake, distrust festered like a poison, giving rise to the atrocities committed against us. The abduction of daughters, a grim reminder of the consequences of betrayal and the lengths to which they would go to maintain control.