The Mark Of Betrayal Novels & Stories

"If there's an injustice that needs to be addressed, I'll do everything I can to resolve it. Just say the word." Hudson pressed himself as close to her as he could, his voice trembling. "I'm scared…" Rebecca clapped her hands, and someone stepped forward to remove their blindfolds. She then said to me, "Arthur, everyone involved is here. Whatever you want to do with them is your call." I looked at the people across from me, but there was no sense of satisfaction in me at all. All I felt was hatred and disgust. The moment the blindfold came off, the tension on Winona's face eased a little. She looked at me with the same unreadable calm she always had.

"Grandma has passed away, and this necklace was made from her ashes. How could I not jump in after she threw this necklace into the water?" Meanwhile, Sarah tugged his hand pitifully. "Hunter, didn't Jerry say that her Grandma is doing well in the hospital?" Hunter's face grew even more stormy. "Audrey! That's your own grandmother you're cursing, for God's sake! How could you curse her like that just because you're jealous of Sarah! Retrieve the necklace and apologize to Sarah!" I felt my body freeze from his betrayal. I scrambled miserably to the poolside after retrieving the necklace from the bottom of the pool.

Damian replied, his desire to mark Elara again until his teeth left their imprint on her skin. "Among their kind, lycans and werewolves alike, the most profound mark signifies the unbreakable bond between mates. It also serves as a warning to any other he-wolf that Elara is claimed, the profound mark a symbol of his devotion to his fated mate. "Elara, I want to deepen my mark on you, as if I could bite into your very soul to ensure no one else dares to claim you," Damian replied, flushing Elara's cheeks with embarrassment.

Then she turned to me, “A way of honouring your pairing with Anthony. Any day now, we can expect you to be marked.” Marked. The word sliced down my spine like a dagger of ice. My fingers tightened around the phone in my lap. I almost gagged at the thought of being marked by Anthony. Not because he was unkind, or brash or conceited. He wasn’t. but because every instinct in me rebelled at the image of another wolf’s teeth on my skin. Of a bond forced, blessed and sealed over a lie. My wolf would destroy me. Or destroy him. Dawn growled softly. I’d rather be exiled.

The confident, vibrant spark that once defined him was gone, replaced by a palpable weariness. But what did that even matter? He was the one who'd caused all this damage. I stepped back, my voice cold and steady. "Don't pretend I'm the only one for you. You had a mistress while we were in a relationship. What makes you think I'd cling to a man already stained by betrayal?"

Lena's stomach twisted into knots, the thought of it, the bond still connecting her and all of these other poor women to that murderous monster made her feel dirty, what Kate had been through was beyond words, he actually made her fall in love with him before marking and betraying her, she was so young. Kate's hands trembled as she added one last thing to her monologue "He doesn't need us marked to own us, it's not like we can leave, we are his whether we like it or not...But when he touches Ally or Lorna, it burns, the pain, I can't even describe...You will feel it, we all do, when he's with one of us, he betrays the others mark...And we suffer whether we are the one chosen for the night or

I say, feeling my throat get tight. Samara’s arms tighten around me and she looks up at me, my sorrow reflected in her eyes. “A person I trusted, a person Theo trusted, betrayed him and his family. My pack, we are going to war. I will finally be able to avenge the death of my friend and his family. And we will do that with his sister at my side.” “Alpha, who betrayed them?” Austin asks. I look at my pack members. Sawyer has been my friend my entire life. He’s spent time in this pack. Most, if not all, of my pack members know him.

he roars as he drags me by my hair out of the room all the way to the entrance. Then it happens. Jordan, my mate, rejects me and makes me a rogue. The bond between us weakens, causing me pain like I never felt before. While I try to breathe through the pain radiating from my chest, Jordan claws my right shoulder, putting a mark on me that no werewolf would ever want—the mark of the Betrayer, a mark that will be with me until the day I die, letting everyone believe I was unfaithful to my mate. Safia whines loudly before retreating to the back of my mind, leaving me alone. Utterly alone.

“And because I know that no matter how many times they try to knock us down, we’ll always get back up.” He looked at me for a long moment, then nodded, his grip on my hand tightening. “I don’t deserve you.” I smiled faintly, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Maybe not. But you’ve got me anyway.” The betrayal had shaken us, but it also strengthened our resolve. If Mark’s actions had proven anything, it was that we couldn’t afford to trust blindly anymore. We needed a new strategy—one that accounted for every possible threat, both external and internal.

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,