Percy Is Betrayed And Becomes Cold Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I only have a moment to consider that when he’s back in my mind, carefully and slowly going through my memories. “You were alone on your first shift?” he asks, obviously not happy about it. “I have always been alone when I've shifted,” I tell him. His eyes quickly focus on me, watching me for a moment. “And you won’t reconsider letting Ayla run with Pierce?” I slowly shake my head no. “Not until I’m sure I can trust you.” “Are your shifts still painful?” “No,” I say smiling. “Of course they aren’t. My mate is strong,” Pierce purrs again. “I look forward to the day when I can run with you, my fierce Ayla. I bet you'll make me work hard to catch you.”

That night when I lost control, I kissed her and she kissed back like air then things escalated from there. We had a baby. A real baby. Not a contract. Not a transaction. A child. “Mia” “He says if you want us to live, you come alone at midnight. No tricks. No backup. Just you.” Her voice cracks. “Angelo, don’t. It’s a trap. He’s going to kill you.” “I know.” “Then don’t come. Please. Just..” The call ended. I stood there with my phone in my hand, staring at nothing.

He was the coward who lacked the courage to stand up to his father, yet somehow, I was the one blamed for everything. His voice turned cold. "But if you dare to hurt Dora again, I won’t hesitate to make you disappear for good." He stood up and ordered his subordinate, "Take Madeline back to her room. Make sure she rests properly." I didn’t resist. The yacht was filled with his men. I had no chance of escaping. For now, I could only return to my room. After changing out of my soaked clothes, I looked around, a storm of unease swirling inside me.

I’d long finished the cake, but the scent of red velvet -my favorite scent- was stronger than ever. I kept walking towards him as if pulled by some unknown imaginary string. It wasn’t until Marietta grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her was whatever spell that came over me broke. I blinked, the rest of the room coming into focus. I almost didn’t believe what had happened, if not for the red rage in Marietta ’s eyes and the shock emanating from everyone else, I would have probably gaslighted myself into believing something else. But it had happened. Lucas was my mate. My heart raced as I stared at him.

Anaya took a small step towards her, hoping she could talk her out of this madness. “I said don’t move!” Theresa yelled, taking another step backwards. “No, please!” Anaya fell to her knees. “Please, please, don’t do this. Don’t punish Ryle for nothing.” “Theresa, hand Ryle over so we can talk about this like the adults that we are.” “I don’t know why you’re obsessing over Ryle. You have a new life now, Henry. A new wife and new baby. Let me have Ryle so you will start afresh.”

Percy winces once when she dabs antiseptic, but he covers it with a joke. “Careful, love,” he tells the nurse. “I’ve got to hold pretty girls’ hands later. Can’t have it smelling like alcohol.” The nurse nods slightly. I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling a little. He’s making this whole thing feel like nothing. When we’re alone again, he turns to me on the exam table. “Hey. Stop looking so guilty.” “I can’t help it,” I say quietly. “He never should’ve touched you.” Percy leans forward. “Lyssa, listen to me. I knew what I was walking into when I kept texting you. I like you. I’m not blind, I knew there was someone else. Doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being your friend.”

I stare at the mark, my vision blurring at the edges. Its sits proudly on Amy’s skin like a brand of victory. My hands start trembling in my lap and I grip the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turn white, trying to hold myself together. “You’re lying,” I whisper, but my voice comes out hoarse, barely audible. “You have to be lying.” Amy’s eyes lock onto mine, dripping with fake pity. “Why would I lie about something this beautiful, Ivy? I’m carrying the future Alpha. The Moon Goddess has finally given me what I deserve.”

His touch was soft, yet it remained setting off something she couldn’t quite ignore. “You want freedom,” he replied, his voice lower. “From her shadow. From the part of you that wonders if you’re more like her than you want to admit.” Ava pulled her hand back. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.” He laughed, the sound deep and low. “It’s not psychoanalyzing. It’s recognizing someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.” They worked late into the night, piecing together the maze of agreements and betrayals that related Evelyn Sinclair to Roman’s past. Ava couldn’t refute his insight, but she kept her guard up, refusing to allow his appeal distract her from the task at hand.

" I held on tight to my gown to stop it from being torn open. Being called a tramp drained all the strength in my body. I looked at Rachel listlessly. Helpless, I took out a handmade silk fan that I had stayed up several nights crafting, placing it on the table. "May you have a happy wedding. I'll return the gown to you in a while." Rachel eagerly picked up the fan. I thought that this situation was about to turn around, so I said, "I worked on that fan for a long time. I even burned my fingers. It's in the style that you like." The next second, Rachel threw the fan on the ground, smashing it to pieces.

Not after everything we'd been through together. But there was no mistaking that face, those eyes, that familiar presence twisted into something monstrous. "Welcome to the future, Theo," the Serpent said, smiling. "The age of pure supernatural beings is over." I stared at the face of someone I'd trusted with my life. Someone who'd fought beside us, bled with us, earned our loyalty and love. Someone who'd been betraying us the entire time. And as the full weight of the betrayal crashed down on me, I realized Thelma's vision must have shown her this same face.