His Betrayal Octavia Novels & Stories

“Heath was the Beta at Blacktree. They attacked our pack when I was nine, and supposedly killed our Alpha and Beta. The Beta was my father, but they only thought they killed him. It was imperative to the plan of taking down Selene that everyone believed he died, which also included myself. Ezekiel took over as Alpha and gave my mother and me to Heath. My mother turned out to be working with them the entire time. Heath was tasked with breaking me, but he never did. He tried to kill me with wolfsbane the night that Alpha Xander, Alpha Kai, and Beta Ethan saved me. We apprehended Ezekiel, Heath, my mother, and Marsey. They will all stand trial and will never be able to hurt anyone again.” Her p

Matteo appeared at my door, obviously sent in by Gabriel to calm the storm and to talk some sense into me. “Listen, I can spare you two guys for the afternoon to help you clean up. I don’t know where Maria is, but I suppose she got the afternoon off. Put on a brave face, finish the week and we will talk about this tomorrow afternoon ok?” he said soothingly. “No! Fuck Gabriel and fuck this place! I’m leaving!” I screamed at Matteo. Taken aback by my outburst, Matteo grabbed me and hugged me until I had calmed down. Tears of rage, betrayal and disbelief ran down my face, soaking Matteo’s shirt while he calmly patted my hair and rocked me in his arms.

I told Aria immediately. The counselor looked at me seriously, and at that moment, Axel let go of the redhead. He approached me carefully, and I could notice his puzzled expression, but I ignored him. “Selene, I'm sorry,” he said. “Don't be sorry; you had this planned. You had the time to get your mistress pregnant so you could convince the entire council to have this meeting without me,” he said earnestly. “You betrayed me, your Moon, your mate, the woman you shared five years of your life with and who gave everything to help you restructure Crescent after the war. I couldn't go on with you in any way.”

Then I turned and left without another word. Because if I stayed longer— I wasn’t sure I’d still be calm. The Choice I didn’t tell Freya. I could have. Maybe I should have. But when I found her later sitting quietly with her journal resting loosely in her hands, her eyes half-closed from exhaustion… I knew. She was barely holding herself together. Another betrayal— Another confirmation that someone inside this family wanted to hurt her— It would shatter what little peace she had left. So I swallowed the truth.

He reaches out, his eyes pleading, but I jerk back, feeling disgusted that I let this happen to my innocent son. “My parents warned me!” I spit, my voice shaking. “Everyone warned me about you. And now my son is gone because I was stupid enough to let you close.” His face twists with pain, his hands clenching at his sides. “Stacy, I would never let any harm come to Liam,” he says, barely above a whisper. “You have to believe me—” “Believe you?” My voice is raw, every word drenched in betrayal. “If anything happens to him, I swear I’ll never forgive you.” My voice cracks, the desperation clawing at my chest.

"I'm so sorry, Amelia." "Sorry for what?" "For betraying you," she said, her voice breaking. "My daughter... he has my daughter. If I don't do what he says, he'll kill her." Dread washed over me. "What are you talking about?" But before Martha could answer, footsteps echoed from behind us. I spun around to see Lars emerging from the shadows of the wine cellar. He was escorted by two large men. "Did you really think it would be that easy?" Lars asked, his voice calm and mocking. "you wanted to abandon your responsibility?"

The same fiery anger and sense of betrayal she had felt when Lucas's true nature was revealed coursed through her veins once more. How dare he manipulate the narrative to suit his agenda? The audacity of Lucas and Maddie was staggering; they seemed to have no shame in distorting the truth to fit their own twisted storyline. As Olivia's mind reeled with indignation, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

“You wanted to please me, so you went and took her exam ticket! “Now that you see she got Early Admission to Harvard, now that she’s better than me, you want to dump me and go back to being her devoted childhood friend? “Jason, you’re disgusting!” “Shut up!” Jason yelled, flustered. Taking advantage of his distraction, I snatched the ID from his hand. Looking at them, a faint smirk curved my lips. “One of you is selfish and hypocritical, the other is vain. Don’t break up. Lock each other down.” With that, I turned and walked out of the café. After that day, I never saw Jason or Summer again. They had a huge fight in the café that day and completely cut ties.

Guerero was still standing where she had left him. His head was lowered and his shoulders were stiff. He looked ashamed. In front of him stood Alpha Dave. The pride on the Alpha's face was gone. Now he looked cold and angry. No. Not just angry. Betrayed. Azerbel slowed down. What was happening? Why had Guerero returned holding another woman's hand? Why couldn't he look at his own mate? And why did his parents seem to know that something was terribly wrong? Azerbel turned back to Lorraine.