Harry Potter Fanfiction Betrayed By Parents Novels & Stories

I joined in but stopped when his face came back stern and the danger signals began to ring in my head. “That old bastard killed my parents.” He clenched his fist. Father killed his parents. No wonder he hates the Moon Hound pack and wants to crush us so bad. But then, his parents might have done something wrong. “Harry wanted my mother as his mistress since she danced at the pole just to feed us. My father had been cut off from Harry’s soldiers, so he did not have a single job, which left my mother with the job. He didn’t like it, but he had no choice but to accept it so we could survive”.

“You gambled with our lives for power. Don’t twist this into something noble.” I clenched my jaw, his words cutting deeper than I’d anticipated. He had no idea what I’d sacrificed. “I lost your mother for this,” I said, my voice low but firm. Killian froze, the fire in his eyes flickering. “She didn’t leave because of you, Killian,” I continued, my chest tightening with every word. “She left because of me. Because I chose power over family. Over her. When I used the black magic to forge that first bond, she saw me for what I truly was — a monster.”

He glared at Damien, his face contorted with rage. "Dad....." Damien ran a hand through his hair, "How can I explain this to James? The bride just ran away through the damn window!" His voice was wobbly. "How could she betray her own family?" The sound of footsteps broke the silence in the hallway as William's parents arrived, their faces filled with concern. Damien and Blackwood stood frozen, hearing William's voice from outside, but he didn't express it.

Olivia had systematically taken everything from me, piece by piece. It started years ago. William Stone, my biological father, turned against me in favor of his "real" daughter. The rejection still burned after all this time. Vivian Silver and Margaret Stone followed his lead. They withdrew their affection as if I'd never existed, treating me like a stranger when we crossed paths. Then came Ethan, falling for Olivia at first sight despite our mate bond. That betrayal cut deeper than any knife could reach. And Emma, my own daughter, who now wanted Olivia as her mother instead of me. That was the wound that never stopped bleeding, fresh pain every time she called for "Aunt Liv" instead of me.

So when the Graves Pack chose me for an arranged mating, my parents agreed without hesitation. I never imagined that Thalia had already set her sights on my mate. She had orchestrated my abduction, had me defiled, all in a bid to take my place. And my parents… and Corwin… they had known. And still, they had chosen her. A sob tore from my throat, raw and agonized, as I collapsed under the weight of betrayal. Just then, my mother’s name flashed across my phone screen.

It was a mixture of pineapples, cherries, and peaches. Her scent reminded me of the first break of summer. I started walking down the stairs wanting to inhale more of the scent. Kael went absolutely insane inside my head. Howling and screaming non-stop. ‘Mate Hunter. Mate. MATE.’ No. That was impossible. I already had Morgana, my mate. Even if our bond was broken in everything but name, the mate bond, however, can't just transfer to someone else. Especially my son's mate. But Kael didn't care about logic. He wanted her. He wanted me to claim her and mark her right there in the hall.

The majority of the agony that Bella could never forget came from the thoughts that followed. She realized that whether it was love or friendship, no matter how important the other person was, in the end, betrayal was inevitable. She feared the feeling of being betrayed, of being abandoned by someone she had trusted and loved. She was afraid that her father would once again be disappointed in her—the foolish daughter who had once been blinded by love and defied his words. Her father was already old…

They hadn’t stepped forward to protect their child; instead, they had made the unforgivable choice of betrayal. "How could this...?" Dean could hardly catch his breath. For money, his parents had chosen to sell their conscience, their hands stained with filthy transactions. "How could they... abandon their own child for money?" His tears, once again, blurred his vision, as the weight of this betrayal drowned him in despair. The once warm home, the place filled with love and hope, was now nothing more than an atmosphere of hypocrisy and indifference. In his parents' eyes, there was no longer any trace of love or care—only the lure of money and the cold transactions of self-interest.

But a stain to my father's name was a call for war. I turned to the girl who had spoken to me, I could tell that I was vibrating from anger. "Did you just call my father a traitor?" I asked her. "If he is not a traitor, then what would you call him? You're the daughter of a fucking traitor and deserter." She said to me, "And you?" I asked her. "What about me?" She asked me. "Hannah, we all know your story. Your mother betrayed your father's mate bond by sleeping with an Omega and thus, you were born. Her treachery drove your father over the board and he poisoned himself with wolfsbane." I said to her,

he confessed but I wasn't listening to his lame excuses. “And you just let him?” I demanded, my voice rising. “You let him manipulate you like that?” “I was weak, and I was angry,” Dad admitted, his voice cracking. “I love him. I shouldn’t have let him get in my head. But I did. And I’m sorry.” His apology did little to calm the storm raging inside me. I could barely think straight, my thoughts consumed by the betrayal, by the knowledge that Harry—Harry, who I had never trusted, never liked—had been the one pulling the strings.