My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

Chapter 67

67. A Downward Spiral

THEON

From the moment I had laid eyes on her, I was unable to focus on anything but the temptation and beauty of the goddess-like woman before me. Her dress clung to her every curve, made to fit her to perfection. Nothing was left to the imagination, from the perfect ass that I wanted to grab and pull against me, to her breasts that were spilling out of her dress. Everything was on display in the sexiest, most enticing way.

I hadn’t been the only one with my eyes on her, every unmated man, and many who were mated, were watching her with a look of pure lust in their eyes. The urge to rip them all apart was appealing, and seeing none other than Bolton holding her… It had taken every ounce of willpower to control myself. Even holding back the hatred I felt for Andres didn’t compare to the amount of control I was fighting against to not murder anyone who set their gaze upon her. She was mine and mine alone. When she had turned towards me, it felt as if time had stopped. She had looked ever more breath-taking… The type of beauty you can simply sit back and admire. Not one flaw… not one imperfection… I had swallowed hard, unhearing as she said something from those soft lips of hers.

All I fucking wanted was to rip her from Bolton’s arms and mark her there and then. To show the fucking world who she belongs to. It was all a fucking haze since then, trying to fight my emotions. For once I was glad that Andres came over, but his reaction was… intriguing. It snapped me from the rage and jealousy within me.

Did it matter I was to be engaged to the fucking princess right now, when the woman I desired was on another man’s arm? I was trying to talk myself into calming down, the urge to kill them all right now…

Do it.

I frowned, struggling to keep myself from shifting. Fucking hell, focus Theon. I leaned against the wall of the courtyard, struggling to regain control of myself.

It was then that I heard her voice reach my ears as she talked to Raiden.

Jealousy reared its ugly head, and it was as if I had been bitten by a poisonous snake. My eyes flashed gold, my claws came out and the urge for blood overcame me.

I told her, I fucking told her she’s mine and mine alone.

I don’t fucking care if I left her.

She was still mine. Unable to hold myself back, I followed the sound of her voice, when I froze in my tracks. There right in front of me; she was in the arms of none other than Bolton, and what made it a

thousand fucking times worse was she was kissing him. A red-hot rage engulfed every inch of my body.

Anger burned through me and all I fucking saw was death.

Tonight, I’m fucking painting the snow with blood that belonged to none other than that bastard. In a flash, I was behind her, ripping her from his hold, throwing her to the ground as I turned my attention to the scum before me. “No one touches what’s mine.” I growled; my voice was barely recognisable.

To hell with it all, there was no way I was going to allow her to be with anyone else.

“Theon. She isn’t yours.” Bolton had the fucking cheek to growl back.

I smirked murderously.

He just fucking sealed his death. “Wrong. She’s mine or no one’s.” I lunged at him, grabbing him by his neck, slamming him to the ground with enough force to split his head open, but the bastard wasn’t as

weak as I predicted. His eyes blazed green as he placed his hands behind his head, saving it from being split open.

Several screams ripped through the air as blood spread from the back of his skull, staining the snow ever so beautifully.

Satisfaction filled me as I smirked coldly.

“Theon.” Her hoarse whisper came, my heart was thumping, my rage unquenched. All I wanted was to keep smashing his head into the ground until it split open. I wasn’t done. I raised my hand ready to end this fucker’s life, a small part at the back of my head told me that I should let him live, for her…. But I was far too possessive to let her go and far too fucking angry to let him go.

I wasn’t a fucking hero. 1

I didn’t care if she hated me for becoming the villain in her eyes. Maybe she’d learn to stay away from all men, or they’ll suffer the consequences.

I let out a menacing growl, plunging my hand towards his chest as our eyes met, when suddenly the wind began howling and the snow whipped around us as it began falling heavier. 2 “Don’t touch him!” Yileyna’s voice came trembling with anger, then I saw her in front of me as she shoved me away with more force than I had ever felt from her.

Through the blizzard, I thought I saw something different in her eyes, but I wasn’t sure.

“Move aside.” I warned her dangerously, unable to recognise the look of hatred in her eyes. That was an expression that she had never directed at me before, or anyone else… “No. What I do has nothing to do with you!” She hissed, standing before the bleeding man like a shield, only angering me more. I closed the gap between us, about to grab her throat when she raised her hand and I felt ice

beginning to wrap up my ankles, restricting my movements. 1

My heart thundered as I realised she had far more control over her powers since back then.

That Fae had indeed done a good job, but she was risking herself by displaying her abilities, if anyone saw beyond the blinding blizzard as to what she was doing, she’d be judged far more

“Stop it.” I growled.

“I will not let another person die because of me.” She whispered back, and for a moment, that burning fire of anger was replaced by sorrow and guilt.

If only you knew all those people you thought died because of you, were dead because of me…

“Get him to a doctor!” I heard her shouting. “Now!”

Those who had been watching the scene unfold seemed to suddenly unfreeze, and I saw Ryan and Charlene rush forward, along with the bastard’s father. I knew the repercussions of my actions were going to create an obstacle in my path, but I didn’t really care right now, all I could see was the way they were kissing, replaying again and again in my mind…

When she first came into the hall, I had thought she was trying to piss me off, but to kiss him out here when she was alone… It wasn’t just a game to her, she had wanted it.

She was now crouched down near Bolton, her heart pounding as she cupped his face, only creating more resentment in me.

“He’ll be fine. I’ll take him.” His father Henry said curtly. His voice was hostile and cold as he glanced at me, before lifting his son with the help of one of the guards.

I broke away from the ice shackles and closed the gap between us. I grabbed hold of her arm, making her head whip towards me.

“Do not touch me!” She hissed. “Don’t push me, you brought this on yourself.” I said venomously, yanking her close. She scoffed bitterly.

“I hate you Theon, get out of my life.” She spat.

“Calm the fuck down.” I whispered, her ability was getting out of control, and something told me this raging storm that was brewing was her doing.

How though? She wasn’t speaking any enchantments nor was it in a fae’s capabilities to do so…

There was only one species on this planet that could manipulate the weather like this. My heart thrummed as I stared into the beautiful fearless face of the woman before me. My stomach twisted, and I didn’t realise my grip had loosened until she had wrenched free. My mind was too consumed by the thoughts in my head.

Why had I never realised it…

The way the droplets of water seemed to glitter like gems when they clung to her… Hair, a colour so rare for our kind… A body that enticed all men…

No.

This was some sick twisted reality.

I wouldn’t believe it, I couldn’t. There was no way that I would fall for a… 2

The signs had been before me… Had I really been that clueless or had I just been too blinded? She faced a siren and lived…

Her love for the sea…

I ran a hand through my hair, unable to focus on the shouts of the onlookers.

I looked up at her slowly, watching the princess say something to her. She was shaking her head, my own head squeezing with the shock of the revelation.

She smelt like a werewolf though… Was she a siren hybrid? 2

Something orangey peeked out from between her breasts, capturing my attention, but before I could focus on the item that was a stark contrast to the rest of her ensemble, I sensed Andres’s

aura.

“What is going on?!” He thundered, his eyes assessing the area. Taking in the blood that stained the snow, before he scanned the sky. His face that looked pale seemed to turn even ashier.

Something in his eyes changed, and I felt a flash of fear as his gaze moved to Yileyna.

Was he making the link?

The urge to divert his attention made me step forward. My own mind was a reeling mess, but I couldn’t allow anyone to figure it out. 2

“Forgive me, Alpha. I lost control and ended up hurting future Gamma Raiden.” I said coldly, my voice clear and hard.

I didn’t want forgiveness, nor was he my fucking Alpha. I didn’t care for repercussions; he had deserved it and I wanted to do far more to him than I already had.

“I…” The king cleared his throat. He seemed disturbed, the same as he had been when he had walked away the moment he had seen Yileyna. “What was the cause for this behaviour, Theon? I wasn’t expecting this from you.”

“I have no excuse for my behaviour. I’ll accept any punishment.” “Punishment? You deserve far more than that! You almost killed him!” Yileyna snapped, stepping forward.

To my surprise, Andres said nothing. I frowned, refusing to answer her. “Father, I refuse for this union to take place. There is no way that I will ever take this man as my mate.” Charlene added, and I resisted a smirk.

Like I wanted her.

She was nothing more than trash.

“It was over her…” Someone murmured in the crowd.

“She was with the Bolton boy…” “Ah, so there we have it! He is not to blame, it’s obviously her fault.” Soleil spat, making my eyes flash. “It is not her fault!” Charlene snapped back at her mother.

“Can we please take this elsewhere?” Ryan added quietly. For once, he fucking said something wise.

“Tonight is a big night, my king, we need to carry on. We can deal with this incident later. Let’s have the ceremony over with.” Soleil said, placing her hand on Andres’ arm.

The ceremony… I needed it to happen…

I scanned the crowd behind Andres, wondering if one of my father’s spies was here…

Would he learn of what happened over a woman?

Over her? I looked at her; she still looked as beautiful as ever, even with the blood staining the skirt of her dress and her chest heaving with anger. “You have to give Charlene until the full moon is at its peak to at least see if her mate is present or not.” She said to the queen. “How can you simply want to pair her off to a man who almost killed one of our own?!”

“Hold your tongue, child.” The king said quietly, before turning to the guests. “Leave us!”

Was he that fucking shocked at my actions that he couldn’t even speak?

“Hold my tongue, Alpha? I have said nothing wrong. How can you tie your daughter to a man who can’t even control his anger?! He isn’t one of us. This proves it.” Yileyna shouted, her words stinging, but I remained silent.

“Silence, you insolent filth!” Soleil snapped, and to my surprise, she stepped forward, slapping Yileyna across the face hard.

A menacing growl left my lips, and I was by her side in a flash, grabbing the queen’s hand, the urge to crush it in my hold overcoming me. My wolf’s rage was beyond anything I had felt from him before. “Mom!” Charlene gasped, but Yileyna remained indifferent, as if it’d had no effect on her.

She looked up at me, and our eyes met, but all I saw was anger.

“I can hold my own.” She said coldly before stepping away from both Soleil and I.

I let go of Soleil’s wrist and she clutched it to her chest, massaging it as the bruise began forming. Her face was pale, as if she had not expected that from me.

“Let’s return to the ceremony.” Andres said quietly.

“What about what happened to Raiden?” Yileyna asked coldly. “By taking his attacker and applauding him, you are showing that it’s fine? Where are your duties to your people?! What will the Boltons think, that their vears of lovalty are not even valued?” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Yileyna, not now.” Andres’s voice was strained as he stared at her.

Soleil scoffed. “Andres, what is wrong with you? She is insulting us!” “I am not insulting anyone! I am stating the truth! Raiden almost died and it was my fault.” “Hal Exactly! It was your fault! You caused this!

Like your parents, you are simply a conniving …” Soleil trailed off, frowning as her gaze fell on something. “I’m not conniving… I didn’t mean for him to get hurt… That wasn’t-”

She was cut of when Soleil jumped forward, grabbing the chain that hung around Yileyna’s neck.

“By Selene…”

My eyes flashed, I was about to intervene when my gaze went to the pendant that Soleil was now holding up. Even through the falling snow, the amber jewel dazzled clearly. A pendant that I would be able to recognise anywhere… How did she have it?

My stomach twisted, my heart pounding as my gaze snapped from the necklace to Yileyna’s face. A look of confusion clear on it, and with sinking realisation I saw she had no idea what she possessed. But her innocence wasn’t going to be enough.

I don’t know where and I don’t know how she got that necklace, but she had just sealed her own fate.

My head was squeezing as I stepped back involuntarily, trying to reign in the storm of emotions that were tearing me apart inside. “That is…” The king murmured.

“The very insignia of the Obsidian Shadow Pack! She is a traitor! She is the daughter of a traitor! For those who had any doubts about the De’Lacors, here is your proof they were traitors! Throw her into the dungeons!” Soleil screamed to those who had remained, Ryan, Gamma Grayson and his wife. Several guards, including Madelia and another Mage. “What? No! I got this.” “I always had a bad feeling about you!” Soleil screamed, slapping Yileyna across the face again. The urge to snap her hands off and break every fucking finger by fucking one was growing ever stronger. “Mom, stop it! It can’t be true! Let her explain!” Charlene cried. “Take my brat to her room! She is far too blinded to see logic! Throw this traitor in the dungeon, now!” 1

All sounds faded from around me, and for a moment I felt as if history was repeating itself.

Yileyna’s horrifying truth screamed in my mind, but even then… where I should have been repulsed and angry, I wasn’t. All I could think of was the accusation that was thrown at her.

Two guards grabbed her arms as the queen tried to rip the necklace from her neck, slicing into her skin, but still, the necklace didn’t come off. It wouldn’t, it was made from the strongest metal on this planet… I stormed over to her, as her blood seeped from the two long cuts made from Soleil’s violent

pull. Taking it from the queen’s clutch, I pulled it off over her head. Our eyes met, and she shook her head slowly as she looked away, refusing to hold my gaze. “I’m not a traitor.” She whispered softly, making something in my chest tighten. I said nothing as the men pulled her away, leaving me standing there holding the necklace that once again was tainted with the blood of someone that I truly cared about…

I watched as they dragged her away, yet not once did her eyes hold fear. Determination, anger, and confusion were in them.

Look at me.

Come on… I needed to see if she was alright, but not once did she even glance my way.

Once again, I just stood watching as someone who meant something to me was in need of help, but all I could do was stand here like a coward. And what fucking irked me the most was, I triggered this off. Do the right thing for the greater good… I was doing the right thing – the logical thing, right? The storm faded away and I stared down at the pendant in my hand. I couldn’t pay attention to the murmur around us, the questions, the cries of outrage, or the sobs of someone who truly cared for Yileyna. My own mind was wreaking havoc within me. Where the fuck did you get this necklace from, Yileyna? A question that no one had fucking given her a chance to answer. The buzz of talk only grew louder as Ryan forced Charlene to go with him. Everyone else was talking about what had just happened, but my attention went to the king who was gripping the stone pillar next to him, his face greyer than I had ever seen it. It wasn’t

his appearance that caught my attention, but the words that he whispered ever so quietly that perhaps no one would have heard them.

“What have I done?”