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.

am.” He said, holding his hand out for

Westerfell in your grasp-” “Do not talk to me, wench!” His eyes flashed, his aura radiating off him. “Stay silent.” The

Run.

was telling me

I couldn’t…

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

said nothing, simply shaking my head at

sorry, but I am no coward. Theoden raised the sword, and with one swift move, beheaded Soleil in the blink of an eye. The

behind me in a flash, his arm tightening around my throat and waist. Theoden let out a terrifying roar of power, as he beheaded the king right before

I stared at the horrifying scene before me. I felt a huge wave of power within me, the transfer of the Alpha position. If there was any doubt that I was not the Alpha’s daughter, it was now gone. I froze in Theon’s hold as

Dead.

like everything was lost. I felt lost, scared and defeated. The 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

Theon whispered in my ear before throwing me to the

heavy footsteps approached, and to my horror, I saw the guards that I had ordered to take

and injured, but when Valen gave me the tiniest of nods, I felt a wave of relief

or so I hoped… “We saw these two bastards

hissed before Theon or his monster of a father could speak. “I’m the one who should be

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

Theon…

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

nothing to

are we?” I

Please…

the pain from my voice. “Nothing more than Heaven and Hell.” His voice was equally cold, destroying the last of

kill me.” I whispered hoarsely, trying to ignore the pain of

ruthless smirk graced his handsome face. He crouched down, his fingers curling under my chin and making the sparks from his touch rush through me; pleasurable,

“That would be far too easy… but I assure you, when

her.” My heart sank, my head hanging as the pain of his rejection tore through me. Even

me entirely, keeping

agony from the pain he had inflicted

open, watching him retreat, hoping… praying… that he’d turn back and change his mind. That perhaps deep inside of him, the man that I

said that I was his