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

77. Confusion

Sparks erupted through every ounce of my body, so intense that I wasn’t sure where they started and where they ended.

His hand that encased my waist, the way his hard chiselled body was crushed against mine, igniting that intense pleasure and desire that only he could. My core throbbed in response to his perfect plush lips moving dominatingly against mine. A soft whimper was on the tip of my tongue, when reality hit.

Stop.

Using all my anger to give me strength, I pushed him away roughly, and no matter how much I had enjoyed that kiss of his, I placed a disgusted look on my face and made the obvious display of wiping my lips. “How is that revenge?!” I growled, sounding far too breathless for my liking. I saw the tip of Charlene’s hair as she fled the room, shutting the door behind her. This gir.. “Oh, why not? Did you happen to enjoy it?” Theon asked coldly, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” I denied a little too quickly.

He scoffed lightly, his cold intense gaze on me. “Earlier you attacked me with your fists, and I’m not one to hit a woman… Unless of course, she takes pleasure in it. So I simply used my lips instead.”

There it was, that coldness and hatred in his eyes again.

“I hated it.” I said, glaring at him.

He had thrown me off, once again.

“And I hate you, so we’re even.” His reply came. 14 That stung. He had never said he loved me, but to express his hate so easily? That was harsh. Our eyes met before his gaze dipped down and I remembered what I was wearing.

“What do you want, Theon?” I asked, trying not to care.

“Aside from that, what you did today was fucking reckless. You say you care? You almost ripped that hospital apart.”

“So, you came here to lecture me? You, who doesn’t really give a fuck about anyone?” I asked, crossing my arms under my breasts.

He clenched his jaw.

“No, I don’t. However, the king expects me to train you alongside the Fae. He thinks you have the potential to actually become a true alpha, something that the fake princess does not have the potential for.”

princess.” I glared at

my father, he did not raise me. He will never be my father.” Something about my words made his cold frown soften slightly, almost as

fate though. You may not consider him your father, but he is still your

head “You don’t get it, Theon, you never will. You and the king are actually more alike; your thinking, your mind-set, and your values. Goddess, with the way he wants

said, looking

was pounding as I tried to not let his closeness

you both seem incredibly infatuated with women of siren blood.” I knew it was a low blow, but I wanted to hurt him. “Funny coming from two men who apparently hate sirens.” It had the reaction I wanted from him, hearing the way his heart thudded at my words. “You have no idea how much I fucking hate sirens. Don’t ever think that will change.” He hissed. His eyes flashed gold as he glared at me. “Hurts when

“Think whatever the fuck you want.” I thought he was going to say more, but he simply shook his head, turning and storming out. The door shut with a resounding thud, and I exhaled,

remained imprinted in my mind, even as I poured myself another glass of wine. The boisterous sounds of the Tavern were drowned by my own thoughts.

Then why was I only seeing her for her? Why had that kiss felt so fucking good, despite knowing

through my hair, refusing to let it get to me, but it already was… (Flashback – earlier

her do it. She would have been able to break this seal.” Andres said seriously,

wasn’t a monster… She wasn’t a fucking

the blood from her nose and lip, my own anger threatening to

was fucking bleeding?” I almost

was a

you don’t love her… Well it all worked out, did it not? You get to be with the one you wanted all along!” (End

be with

was only kidding

I ever admitted that out loud or not.

was coming ever closer and then she would become something to be used. A weapon for the most power-hungry… Dad could do

knew neither Alpha would give

to

to

suddenly, when I realised, I couldn’t

sat down again, running my hand

I say to her? To leave? That she wasn’t