My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

They say there is a fine line between love and hate, but where does one end and the other begin? When does something so pure become something so toxic that even you yourself cannot fathom when things changed?

This story starts on the day that my parents were killed. That was the day that I felt like my entire life had ended. If only I knew then that it was only the beginning of the storm I would be made to endure.

Struggling to grasp onto the threads of my unraveling life, I found comfort in the arms of someone I didn't truly know. His dangerously handsome looks and his lethal allure consumed me, and, despite my every instinct, I fell.

He became my world, the very air I needed to breathe, the only one that I thought I could rely on... but then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

When the truth of my very existence and reality was revealed, he cast me aside and lit my world ablaze, leaving me to burn in the flames of his hatred. Even then, we were still intertwined together by one fate.

My name is Yileyna De'Lacor, and this is my story.

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1. The King

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There was no love nor emotions in the eyes of the man before me… only the flames of hatred burning brightly, consuming them.

“Tell me… what are we?” I asked softly. The pain in my body was suffocating and no matter how strong I tried to remain, I couldn’t keep the pain from my voice.

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

“Then kill me,” I whispered hoarsely, trying to ignore the pain of betrayal that was tearing me up from within.

A ruthless smirk graced his handsome face, his fingers curling under my chin and making the sparks from his touch rush through me; pleasurable yet equally painful.

He was so close… yet so far away…

“That would be far too easy… but I assure you, when I’m done with you, you’ll wish you were never born.”

“You don’t mean that…”

“Watch me.” He turned away, pushing me to the ground roughly, “Burn her.”

My heart 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 now cloaked me entirely, keeping my eyes clamped shut.

Didn’t he realise I was already burning in agony from the pain he had inflicted within me?

My eyes stung as I forced them open, watching him retreat, hoping… praying… that he’d turn back and change his mind. That perhaps deep inside of him, that man that I loved, still existed.

He once said that I was his kryptonite…

Was it all lies?

He paused, my heart leapt with