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

My Alpha’s Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance Chapter 95

5. Unleashing It All

YILEYNA

Then. If I manage to remove the ice, will that count as a lesson taught and accomplished?” I asked, standing up.

He narrowed his eyes at my softer tone.

“Maybe.” He tossed the empty bottle aside.

“Can I ask a question regarding something you mentioned?” I asked, stepping closer despite the pain that threatened to suffocate me.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, his voice deeper as he looked down at me.

“Will you tell me everything? From how you were forced into hiding, to how your mother and sister died?” I pushed gently. Put aside your own pain, Yileyna, try to reach the man deep inside, a man who showed he did care...

“It‘s a little late for that, don‘t you think?” He replied coldly, turning his back on me.

I stared at his broad chiselled back, ignoring the pull of the mate bond, and placed a hand on his back. Was it wrong that I wanted to use the mate bond to get him to listen? “Please?”

He tensed, and I could feel the anger radiating off him.

stepping away from my touch and glaring coldly at me over his

and turning his head slightly. “There is something I do want to tell you...” My heart skipped a beat and I wondered what it could

the Obsidian Shadow Pack staged, it was pre–planned, every

massacre of that night and the bloodied bodies that littered the ground.

pain of that night would never leave me… now accompanied by another similar one. I was beginning to hate fire. Every time I

were just caught in

Two...

his words echoed in my mind. Guaranteed to be there... What was he telling me? What did it have

they?”

None other than

closed my eyes, refusing to allow the emotions to show

I knew you‘d investigate and the love your parents had for you... I knew they‘d follow you and when they did, they would be the

at his back. That storm

How could he?

speak as if it was

secrets and lies was he going to kill me

I couldn‘t hold back.

as a violent wind whipped around me, my aura surging and blasting the roof above us right off.

him dead.

my hands. They were not the thick claws of a werewolf, but the thin long claws of a siren... My skin seemed to have changed, a faint hue of silvery blue covering it. I lunged at him, digging my claws into his chest. He grabbed my wrist, but I refused to remove my hand from his chest, not caring as blood spilt down my hand and his body. He was looking at me as if it was the first

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