Betrayal at it's Peak
1344 Words
Ravenna’s eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy as she struggled to piece together what had happened. Memories came rushing back, and she squeezed her eyes shut again, not ready to face reality.
The door creaked open, followed by the sound of footsteps. A gentle tap on her legs forced her to look up. She stared at the figure standing at the foot of the bed.
“Who… who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling with anger.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the familiar frame. Instinctively, her hand flew to her mouth, holding back a gasp.
Her upper body shot up like a bolt as she scanned him, and in no less than a minute, her body boiled with rage.
“Damon,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “What am I doing here?”
Damon gestured for her to calm down, but she barely noticed. The dim lighting in the room made it difficult for him to sign properly, but Ravenna wasn’t paying attention to that.
Her eyes darted around the room, her vision constricted by the lack of light. She was about to move when she realized something was wrong.
Her lower body felt… alien. Unresponsive.
A strange sense of panic gripped her as she ran her hands under the duvet and down to her legs.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips, followed by a loud, heart-wrenching scream.
Damon stiffened. He already knew what she had just discovered. Without hesitation, he moved to turn on the light, but before he could reach it, things had already spiraled out of control.
The moment the room was illuminated, Ravenna’s breath caught in her throat.
She was naked.
Adrenaline surged through her veins, and she tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through her skull, forcing her back down.
She groaned, gripping her temples tightly, willing the pain to stop—but it only worsened.
Then it came.
Like shattered fragments of glass piecing together.
Her gaze snapped back to Damon as the pain dulled.
“You… you raped me,” she accused, her voice shaking.
She pointed an accusing finger at him, her eyes clouded with tears.
Damon shook his head frantically, trying to deny it, but before he could sign anything, Ravenna cut him off.
“How could you do this to me?” she cried. “How could you do this to Damien? I am his mate! We are getting married!”
“I’m not the one who—”
“You liar!” she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. “The moment you called me your mate, that’s when it happened! You had a hand in this!”
Damon exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling heavily. He hated himself, not for something he didn’t do, but for being unable to voice out his innocence.
Ravenna bolted from the bed, glaring at him with pure loathing.
“I had nothing to do with it,” he signed again, but it was pointless.
Her gaze flickered to the nearby vase.
Damon saw it coming before she even moved.
The vase soared through the air, shattering against the wall where he had been standing just seconds ago. Though he had dodged it, the flying shards sliced into his skin.
She reached for the lamp next, but this time, Damon was faster.
He lunged forward, shoving her away before grabbing her wrist. He forced her to meet his gaze.
Ravenna thrashed wildly, kicking and trying to pull free. But with one swift move, Damon pinned her against the wall, his hands securing her wrists above her head.
His warm breath fanned her face, making her stomach churn. The sickening feeling twisted deep inside her, and she felt the overwhelming urge to vomit.
“Let me go!” she spat. “You rapist! I swear, I’ll tell the whole pack what you did!”
Damon’s grip tightened, knowing full well that if he lost control, things would escalate.
Their eyes locked.
His wolf growled, urging him to do something—kiss her, claim her, make her his. But her expression was pure, unfiltered disgust.
She would slit his throat without hesitation if she had a blade in her hands.
Damon racked his brain for a way to get her to calm down without loosening his hold, but nothing seemed to work.
Ravenna, on the other hand, had a different plan.
Before their eyes could meet again, she raised her feet high before slamming it in his and while he battled with the pain,she thrashed her legs in-between his, aiming directly at his balls and didn't miss.
The impact was brutal.
Damon grunted, his grip loosening immediately.
Ravenna took the opportunity, slipping out of his grasp and sprinting toward the door. She twisted the knob, but it wouldn’t budge.
Locked.
She banged against it frantically. “Help! Rapist!” she screamed. “Somebody help me!”
But there was nothing.
No response.
It was as if the entire pack had vanished.
“Give me the keys!” she bellowed at him.
Damon, still wincing from the pain, reached into his pocket and tossed the keys to her, not wanting her anywhere near him.
Ravenna fumbled with the lock, her hands shaking as she tried to open the door. But then, something hit her like a lightning bolt.
Her marriage.
If Damien found out… everything would be over.
Her hand stilled on the key.
Damon noticed her hesitation and took a cautious step back.
He had no idea what she was thinking.
Wiping the stray tears from her face, Ravenna turned to him.
“I believe you,” she forced out, her voice hoarse.
Damon’s eyes widened in shock.
She took a step forward, but he immediately raised his hands, signaling her to stop. “Speak from where you stand,” he signed.
Ravenna exhaled sharply, swallowing her anger. She took a step back instead.
“So let’s keep this between us,” she said.
He nodded.
She was about to roll her eyes and leave when something on the floor caught her attention.
Shards.
Shards of the vase.
And then it sank in.
That was why he had told her to step back earlier.
Her eyes met his again, and for the first time, she saw something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Sincerity.
She turned the doorknob, ready to leave.
Something warm draped over her shoulders.
Clothes.
Damon had tossed them at her.
Not wanting to let herself think any differently of him, she quickly dressed and stormed out without looking back.
As she strode down the hallway, her heart pounded violently in her chest.
She prayed that Damien hadn’t noticed her absence.
But even as she reassured herself, doubt gnawed at her.
If it wasn’t Damon… then who was it?
The cool night breeze slapped against her skin as she finally reached her room.
The lights were off.
That meant Damien wasn’t inside.
She heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the dry tears off her face.
But the moment she stepped inside, she knew something was wrong.
Her heart almost stopped when she sat on something… strange.
Fumbling for the switch, she turned on the light.
And froze.
Her jaw dropped.
“Ava… Ava… Ava,” she choked out, shaking the little girl in front of her.
Damien’s adopted sister.
Blood.
So much blood.
An arrow was lodged in Ava’s chest.
It was fresh.
Ravenna screamed, sobbing as she cradled the lifeless girl in her arms.
She didn’t need anyone to tell her.
Damien was going to kill her.
The door burst open.
Damon stood there, eyes blazing with fury.
“You traitor!” he spat. “Seize her! You killed your parents, and now my sister?!”
Ravenna froze.
Her parents… were dead?
She tried to process what was happening, but her mind was blank as strong hands grabbed her, dragging her away.
Before she was swallowed by the darkness, she saw them.
Liam.
Kelvin, Alpha of the rogues
And an old enemy—Oliver, his brother.
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