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

90. His Vengeance

YILEYNA

Just then two men of the Silver Storm pack attacked him. It was a suicide mission, but it gav me the time I needed.

“Run, Princess!”

I nodded, my heart squeezing as I knew their fate was death… I turned and ran through the flames, refusing to let their sacrifice be wasted. Stopping suddenly at the sight before me, there in the middle of the clearing were the king and queen, tied and mortally wounded.

The queen was near dead, laying in a pool of blood, whilst the King was on his knees, breathing raggedly as he kept his head raised.

“So, you managed to escape…” Theon’s cold, emotionless voice came. My heart thudded as I stared at the hooded man that now circled the king and queen, the sword in his hand dragging along the ground, grating against the stone.

My stomach lurched as a strong sense of Deja Vu from the day at the hospital returned to me. Somehow, I had been forewarned of this moment… When Theon had touched me…

Fire…

Death…

Goddess…

“Don’t do this, Theon.” I whispered pleadingly. “Please, you have won, don’t taint your hands with the blood of so many.”

I wasn’t close to either the king or queen, but this was wrong.

“I have waited for far too long for this moment to stop. Bow to your new king, Yileyna.” I was about to speak when the huge black wolf approached, blood dripping from his sharp fangs. His aura surged around him, and when Theon looked at him, I realised who it was.

Theoden Hale.

Before my eyes, he transformed into a tall muscular man, scars littered his body, and his muscles rippled with every step he took. A man that oozed of power. Grabbing a discarded cloak and wrapping it around his waist, he approached the king. “I told you, you would pay for your betrayal, Andres.” His voice was harsh and cold, yet held vast power. “Theoden…” The king spat coldly, his own aura swirling around him even if he was weakened. The two men who had started all of this… but what was the truth? What do I do? Theon’s eyes were on me, and I shook my head pleadingly. Don’t do this… “You didn’t even recognise my son.” Theoden smirked coldly. “The power of a simple enchantment…” +

“It’s a shame… a shame that I let someone like him into our pack! You will suffer for this, Theon! And you, you will never be the king, Theoden.” Andres growled. His breathing was heavy and laboured as he glared at the man that stood before him.

Theoden smirked, yet it lacked any glimmer of emotion.

already am.” He said, holding his hand out for

shouted suddenly, running forward. “You don’t need to kill him, you have Westerfell in your grasp-” “Do not talk to me, wench!” His eyes flashed, his aura radiating off him. “Stay silent.” The king

Run.

telling me to

I couldn’t…

don’t need a man… I will protect my people. I don’t know how

said nothing, simply shaking my

of an eye. The

my throat and waist. Theoden let out a terrifying roar of power, as he beheaded the king right before my eyes. In the same moment, with

there was any doubt that I was not the

Dead.

King was the most powerful in our pack… A raucous laugh left Theoden’s lips, he slammed his foot down on the king’s face as he bit into the king’s heart, making me sick. – This

be true… “You picked the wrong side.” Theon whispered in my ear

horror, I saw the guards that I had ordered to take Charlene and the others being thrown

when Valen gave me the tiniest of nods, I felt a wave of relief flood

I hoped… “We saw these two bastards trying to escape!” One of

of a father could speak. “I’m the one who should

Theon.” Theoden commanded dangerously, I glared up at both him and Theon. “You’re right.” Theon said coldly, his eyes

Theon…

eyes of the man before me… Only the flames of hatred burning brightly, consuming those

I nothing

What are

Please…

pain from my

to ignore the pain of betrayal that was tearing

handsome face. He crouched down, his fingers curling under my chin and making the sparks from

“That would be far too easy… but I assure

sank, my head hanging as the pain of his rejection tore through me. Even when I was doused in gasoline, I didn’t move, trying not to gag on the strong pungent smell that

entirely, keeping my

agony from

him retreat, hoping… praying… that he’d turn back

that I