The Mark Of Betrayal Novels & Stories

my father added calmly as he stood, "prepare to face the consequences." "What consequences?" I asked. "That is not up for discussion," my stepmother snapped. "You have to understand that this family will not protect you anymore." Silence closed in. I straightened my back. "Then I refuse." My stepmother scoffed. "You are foolish." "No," I said quietly. "I choose myself." I walked away to my room, feeling angry and sad. I thought betrayal was the worst thing that night would bring, but I was wrong. It was a marriage I never chose.

A dark mark appeared on her skin, pulsing with black light. “This mark,” Hellspawn said coldly, “will burn whenever you lie. It will pain you whenever you disobey. And if you ever even think of betraying me again… it will consume you from the inside out.” He stood up, looking down at her writhing in pain on the ground.

“ L-Listen..” “ You don’t want me to mark you,” I darkly chuckle to myself, feeling all of the pity and betrayal washing over my spine. I didn’t move, just barely staring at her as tears drops on her beautiful face. Don’t wipe her tears. Don’t wipe her tears. And yet, I found myself brushing my thumbs over her delicate skin and fixing her…even if she just ruined me. My body tenses when her hands gripped mine. “ I-I…” I made the decision to betray my pack, my tri-alpha, and turn everything down just so I can mark her.

“They wrote histories about exile. Made up stories about feral wolves and ‘dangerous ground.’ Drew new borders so information couldn’t travel easily. All of it to make sure the next wolf with the Mark would be alone and easy to isolate.” I looked at Soren. He watched me with that raw, unguarded face, still silent. “What?” I asked. He hesitated, then spoke quietly. “When did the Mark show up for you?” I thought back, my room, the candles dying, the air changing, Zevran’s face seeing my shoulder. “The night of the ceremony. The night I heard what the Elders had done.” He nodded, almost to himself. “The rage, then. Not pain. Not the ceremony. The moment you learned you’d been betrayed.”

“You betray your pack for money? You endanger my wife and child!” “He promised I would be his Beta,” he blurted out, his hands shaking violently. “He said the pack was better off without you and the people needed to see it. It was only to scare them, to make them rally against you. That was what he told me. I had nothing to do with their chant.” My hand wrapped itself around his jaw and I squeezed tightly. He whimpered as his eyes rested on mine. “Who promised you?” “Trevor.” I nodded, my eyes red with anger. “Did you kill him to protect yourself?”

Every detail I had adjusted. For tomorrow. For being his Luna. For proving I was worthy. And now it was all a joke. "Tell me, Isaac!" I jabbed a finger at the mark on my neck. It used to be my pride. My entire world. "Look at this mark and answer me! You marked me. I am your fated mate, blessed by the Goddess! How dare you betray our bond?" I focused my will, trying to channel the power of the mark. A true bond would punish the betrayer. A searing, soul-tearing pain.

Like Colton does. Ugh! There are so many ways to go about the mating marks. Blood branding. Where you... it’s painful, that’s all i needed to know. And biting after accepting each other as mates. The goddess therefore grants your marks a shared symbol. It’s something i didn’t actually know. I chew the inside of my cheek. This kind of devotion used to scare the hell out of me. It still does. I don’t want to keep using ezra and my father as examples of what this betrayal does to someone. It’s unfair to colton. It feels like I’m punishing him for something he didn’t do. If there’s one thing that man is not... is a cheater.

“Wait, you’re that Mark? Mark Akkin Castro, the once friend of my brother that had betrayed us?” Aimie looked in Mark’s way, and she saw how Mark froze on the spot when Angelus spake out the word about Mark betraying Angelo’s family. Aimie became bewildered by what Angelus was saying. It was supposed to be only Angelo who was betrayed by Mark over some pity things if it comes to betraying. Angelo and Angelus’s parents should not be included in those. “What are you saying? There’s no way Mark betrayed your family,” Aimie tried to correct the perception of Angelus against Mark since it might be- that Angelus had heard something wrong in the past.

Alexei finally spoke, his voice grave: “That’s enough, Dima.” But Sasha stepped forward. “Wait. There’s one thing missing.” He picked up the knife Dmitry had used, still dirty. “I’m going to mark each of their faces with a slash. So everyone in the mansion remembers what happens to those who betray.” Dmitry simply nodded. Sasha made thin, deep cuts on the cheeks of all three. The Runic symbol for “BETRAYAL.” A mark that would never fully heal, even with magic. Dmitry took a step back. His gaze turned toward the door.

“Your father betrayed him, too. Took what wasn’t his.” I stared at the drive like it was a bomb. Maybe it was. Thiago had always been a mystery, a man drowning in power and shadows. But if what Victor said was true… then I had something that could shatter everything. “Extraction team’s 90 seconds out,” Marcus’s voice came through. I turned to Victor. “Why now? Why betray Blood Mark?” He looked tired. Old. “Because I’ve already buried enough friends. And I’d rather die on your side.”