Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 122: The Wolf Pack’s Betrayal

As we step though the portal, the world around us shifts and warps, the familiar topsy–buny sensation of portal travel making my stomach churn. Stars blur pant us in a dizzying array of colors, like a galaxy spiraling out of control. I cling to Aleksandr’s hand, drawing strength from his presence beside me. The portal spitsu out into the Earth realm, and I take a moment to stoudly myself, the cool air filling my lungs..

The sun is just beginning to rise, casting the forest in a soft, ethereal light. The trees are ancient, their gated branches reaching up toward the sky like skeletal Angers. The forest floor is carpeted with a thick layer of moss, the air filled with the scent of pine and damp earth. Bids begin to chip, their songs a delicate counterpoint to the rustling leaves. It’s a serene, almost magical scene, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart.

Luka leads the way, his silver hair catching the first rays of dawn. He moves with a sense of purpose, his gaze focused and determined. I can see the tension in his shoulders, the weight of what lies ahead pressing down on him. Mircea walks beside lum, her hand resting on her swollen belly, her eyes filled with love and

support.

ain a hill. The house is massive, As we make our way through the forest, the trees begin to thin, and the silhouette of a large cabin comes into view, nestled atop a swathed in hash ivy, blending seamlessly with its surroundings. It looks almost as if it has grown organically from the earth itself, part of the forest

Luka passes at the edge of the clearing, his gaze food on the house. “This is it,” he says, his voice low. “The pack home.”

The air is thick with tension as we approach the house, the sense of anticipations palpable. As we near the door, it swings open, revealing a tall, blonde man with piercing brown eyes. Kosta. His face lights up with a mix of relief and belief as he takes in the sight of Luka.

“Luka?” he whispers, stepping forward. “In it really you?“

Luka nods, a smile breaking through his determined facade. “It’s me, Kosta.”

Kosta pulls Luka into a tight embrace, his eyes brimming with tears. “I thought I’d never see you again,” he says, his voice choked with emotion. “You have no idea how much things have changed since you left.”

Luka pulls back, his gaze serious. “I need to see my sister. And we need to talk.”

Kouta nods, his expression grim. “Follow me.”

We enter the pack house, the interior warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold, foreboding exterior. The scent of pine and wood smoke Ells the air, mingling with the musk of wolf fur. The central hearth trackles with a roaring fire, casting ficketing shadows on the walls. A large wooden table dominates the room, where the pack members gather for meals and discussions.

Rosta leads us to a smaller room off to the side, where a young woman with light brown hair and soft, sad eyes sits by the fire. She looks up as we enter, her expression brightening as she sees Luka.

“Luka!” she exclaims, rushing to enace him. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Sara,” Luka mumuts, holding her close. “I’m here now”

As they pull apart, Sara’s eyes fill with tears. “You don’t know how much we’re suffered since you left,” she says, her voice trembling. “The pack is falling apart. Marko… he’s a tyrant. He uses the she–woles like a harem, and there haven’t been any new pups born in years, except for his. The pack is dying, Lika, Ve need

you.”

Luka’s expression hardens, his jaw clenching. “I didn’t know,” he says, his voice low and filled with anger. “I never knew”

Kosta steps forward, his gaze serious. “There’s something else you need to know,” he says. “Marko tricked you. You were meant to be the Alpha, Luka. Your birthright was stolen from you.”

Luka’s eyes widen in shock, “What?”

“It’s true,” Sara says, her voice trembling, “Our parents wanted you to be Alpha, but Marko manipulated the pack, twisted their minds. He made them believe he was the rightful leader. You were exiled because you posed a threat to his power.”

Luka’s fits clench at his sides, his eyes blaring with anger. “He’ll pay for this,” he growls. “I’ll make him pay.

As the realization sinks in, a murmur of agreement rises from the gathered pack members. They’re suffered under Marko’s rule, and they’re ready for change.

“We’re with you, Luka,” Kosta says, his voice filled with determination. “We’ll stand by you.”

Luka nads, his fierce. “T challenge him. We end this today.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The park house buzzes with activity as preparations are made for the challenge. Wood spreads quickly, and soon the entire pack is gathered in the fighting yard,

Chapter 122 The Well Pack’s Betrayal

sense of anticipation hanging in the air. The bonfire at the center of the yard crackles with renewed intensity, casting long shadows across the ground.

Marko arrives, his tall, muscular form imposing as he strides into the yard. His eyes narrow as he sees Luka, a sneer curling his lips. “Back for more punishment, Beta?” he taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Laka steps forward, his gaze steady and unflinching “I’m here to claim what’s mine,” he says, his voice strong and resolute. “I challenge you, Marko. For the title of Alpha”

A hush falls over the crowd as the two men face off, the tension palpable. Marko’s sneer fades, replaced by a look of cold calculation. “Very well,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “But be prepared to die.”

The fight begins, and the air is filled with the sound of snarls and growls, the clash of bodies as the two wolves battle for dominance. Luka moves with a grace and power that I’ve never seen before, his every move calculated and precise. Marko is strong, but Luka Eghts with a ferocity born of determination and anger.

As the battle rages on, it becomes clear that Luka is the superior fighter. He dodges Marko’s attacks with ease, Landing blow after blow. The pack watches in awe, their support for Luka growing with each passing moment,

Finally, with a powerful strike, Luka knocks Marko to the ground. He stands over him, his eyes blazing with victory. “Yield,” he commands, his voice filled with

thority.

Marko snarls, his pride refusing to let him give in. But as Laka’s gaze hardens, the realization of his defeat sinks in. “I yield,” he growls, his voice filled with bittemess.

A cheer rises from the pack, their voices filled with relief and hope. Luka steps back, his expression a mix of exhaustion and triumph. He turns to face the pack, his eyes shining with determination. “I am your Alpha,” he declares, his voice strong and unwavering. “And I promise you, things will change. We will rebuild, and we

will thrive.”

The pack erupts in cheers, their support for Luka clear. He turns to me, his expression softening. “Thank you, Arianna,” he says, his voice filled with gratitude. “I couldn’t have done this without you

I smile, my heart swelling with pride and relief. “You’re going to be an amazing Alpha,” I say, my voice filled with confidence.

As the first rays of sunlight break through the trees, casting a golden glow over the yard, I feel a sense of hope and determination.