My Alpha’s Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance by Moonlight Muse

The Darkness In The World YILEYNA

What do I do? I mean, I needed to help her, but how? Doing a quick scan of the situation, I frowned, seven men… Two were mages, some werewolves, but most were fae. The fae are the one species who were immune to the siren’s song. One thing was clear, they were all dangerous … Each one of those men would kill me without a second thought but I can’t just let them do this.

“Make sure she feels the pain.” An eighth man hissed, making me shudder, there was something odd about him and I felt as if my entire body recoiled from his voice.

“Of course.” Another added.

How many of them were there? There was no way I’d win in a match against them all… I could count thirteen now.

This wasn’t Astalion where wolves stuck together… This was a place entirely different, with a mix of species working together, but I wouldn’t let it fool me, it was only for their own goals. I

almost gasped when I realised the raspy voice belonged to a Naga… My stomach churned.

If they discovered me, I’d be dead within minutes…

Think quick, Yileyna…

Maybe if I somehow caused a distraction I could

Suddenly a hand clamped over my mouth and a strong arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the ground as I was pulled away. I struggled, my heart was thundering in my ears, panic flaring inside of me. Did they see me?! “Calm down.” My captive whispered, his warm breath on my ear, making my stomach flip. I relaxed, relief flooding me. I slumped against his chest, my heart pounding hard. Oh, thank the goddess. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked ever so quietly. I turned my head, looking up at him, trying not to focus on how good his body felt against mine.

Focus Yileyna! Why did he make my body go crazy like this? I tried to pull free from his hold, but he didn’t let go, only removing his hand from my mouth. His other hand still gripping my waist tightly. “I heart a girl cry for help, you saw them, they’re torturing her.” I whispered quietly, knowing even though he had moved us away we might still be overheard. His amber eyes narrowed calculatingly and he loosened his hold on me. Although I was unable to pull away, I was able to turn in his arms and look up at him, my chest crushed against his. “You do know that she’s a siren?” He murmured; his voice so quiet I could just about hear him.

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“A young one, she doesn’t deserve this.” I countered.

“She will grow to become a killer.”

“I know, but they are torturing her.”

“Don’t tell me you were about to go in there to protect one of the very monsters that have tried to kill our kind countless times?” He asked coldly.

“I… No, its…”

Yes, I was going to because I didn’t think, all I saw was a young girl being tortured.

“She’s not even in water, her body wouldn’t become foam if they had just killed her first… So why are they doing this?”

“Because monsters deserve to be punished.” He replied coldly, his eyes seemed to darken with hatred.

“Theon, she’s a child.” I whispered, glancing down the alley where I knew exactly what was happening

will become one soon

guilty. She has

pack or crew in danger.” He whispered coldly. We were so close. I don’t know when his hands went to

know, but they are torturing her.” I felt torn. “Please Theon, let’s do something,

eyes, and he looked away, for a moment I actually

his eyes

back.” His gaze raked over my lips

urge to follow him was tempting, but I also didn’t want to piss him off. Was Theon actually going to help her? Maybe we could toss

and then Theon was back.

Taking a sharp left, he pulled me through an archway, until

door of a small abandoned building. “Theon where’s the girl?” He looked down at me, his face emotionless as he uttered a single

“Dead.”

do you respond

of him telling me that my parents were dead hit me

“What…”

that she wouldn’t feel any more pain.” He said, his

stared at him, unable to believe

He killed her…

wasn’t an uproar, he had just killed her, they were free to rob

chest squeeze. “Yileyna…” He closed the gap between us, and I backed away. I wasn’t able to understand how killing children made

myself say. Like always, he didn’t listen. He gripped the back of my neck with both hands, his thumbs

pain. Sometimes death is better than a life of torture. She would have been kept as a prize, sold to the highest bidder, or even simply held prisoner until she grew more scales. The cycle would repeat until she died.” His voice was low, yet his eyes bore intensely into mine. The sounds

and I felt so

I hissed, “Well it’s fucking normal for you, isn’t it? You can never admit when you are wrong. All you do is believe that you

to push him away, but he didn’t

her to suffer. I fucking killed her for you. I didn’t give a fuck what happened to her, but for you, I put her out of her misery.” He growled, one

‘For me,’

way, he thought he had done something good. I knew Theon, like most werewolves, hated sirens. He was right… no

looking down at his neck, staring at the tattoo

the moment she

her eyes as she begged for help would remain in my

head close, pressing my forehead against his chest. I let him, my fists that had been hitting his

that? If that was the child of a Naga… a Fae… a rogue … I wouldn’t be able to kill any of them…

only

eyes, a memory from

– TEN YEARS

look! I collected daisies!”