Betrays Love 207 Summary


    At thirteen, Seraphina, frustrated by her inability to shift and join the training like her peers, takes a bold step by cutting her hair short and disguising herself in her brother Ethan’s tunic to sneak onto the training grounds. However, her n is quickly thwarted when her father, the Alpha, catches her. He scolds her for disobedience and insists she must wait until her wolf emerges before training, a decision that deeply wounds Seraphina, who feels invisible and powerless.


    Seeking sce, Seraphina escapes to the forest where she encounters a confident, teasing boy lounging in a tree. Their banter reveals her disguise and her frustrations about not having a wolf yet. The boy, who is revealed to be mindlinked with his wolf, offers a protective perspective, exining why her father is cautious. Despite his teasing, he shows understanding, and Seraphina feels a strange connection to him, even as his presence highlights her own sense of inadequacy.


    Later, Seraphina discovers the boy’s identity at a formal gathering: Kieran ckthorne, heir to the Nightfang pack. Seeing him in his polished, mature role alongside his sister Celeste, Seraphina feels the weight of her outsider status. Yet when Kieran’s eyes meet hers with a private smile, she experiences a powerful, unexpected attraction, realizing she has fallen head over heels for him despite her insecurities and struggles.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below


    Chapter 207: Head Over Heels


    SERAPHINA’S PERSPECTIVE


    When I was thirteen, back in the days when everyone called me ate bloomer instead of just a strange girl without a wolf, I had reached my limit. I was fed up with waiting endlessly for my wolf to appear so I could finally join the others on the training field.


    I was tired of standing on the sidelines, watching Ethan spar fiercely with the older boys, feeling invisible and left out.


    I was tired of being the Alpha’s daughter who still couldn’t Shift. Oh, how I long for the days when that “yet” at the end of the sentence gave me hope.


    That morning, fueled by the reckless determination only a young teenager could possess, I grabbed the kitchen scissors and stood in front of my mirror.


    My hands shook as I cut through the thick, wavy strands of my hair that framed my face. One by one, my wheat-blonde locks tumbled into the sink below.


    The result? A disaster. Uneven and patchy. But if I tilted my head just right and squinted a little, I almost looked like one of the boys.


    The small curves of my chest were no longer a problem.


    That was enough for me.


    My heart pounded as I slipped into Ethan’s old tunic, which I had secretly taken from theundry room. I crept through the eastern hedge, the distant ng of metal and sharpmands pulling me forward like a siren’s call.


    The training grounds buzzed with energy, dust swirling in the sunlit air. Warriors moved in tight formations, their shadows sharp and defined under the brightte-morning sun. I hugged the fence line, crouching behind the thick shrubs, but my curiosity burned too fiercely to stay hidden.


    Barely two steps onto the field, a booming voice shattered the moment. “Seraphina Lockwood!”


    My heart jumped into my throat.


    My father’s broad silhouette cut across the yard, his Alpha presencemanding silence from every wolf within earshot.


    “I—uh—hi, Father,” I stammered, tugging at the oversized tunic to straighten it.


    He stopped in front of me, his expression dark and furious. “What on the Goddess’ earth are you wearing?”


    “Clothes?” I replied, trying to sound casual.


    “Whose clothes?” he demanded.


    I hesitated, then admitted, “Ethan’s.”


    He closed his eyes briefly, lips moving silently as if pleading with the heavens for patience. “And your hair?”


    I ran a nervous hand through my uneven, cropped locks. “It’s practical,” I said. “Less likely to get tangled or in the way when I’m—”


    “When you’re what?” His voice dropped low and dangerous. “When you’re disobeying me?”


    “It’s not disobedience!” I insisted. “It’s initiative. I just want to learn. Everyone my age is already training—”


    “Everyone your age who has a wolf,” he interrupted sharply. “You don’t. And I won’t put you in harm’s way.”


    His words hit me like a stone against my chest.


    “I’m not helpless,” I muttered through clenched teeth.


    For a fleeting moment, his expression softened, but then it hardened again. “You’re not ready. You’ll train when your wolf emerges. Not a moment before.”


    “If you keep treating me like some fragile little child, I’ll never be ready!” I snapped.


    He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Enough, Seraphina. Important guests are arrivingter. Go to your room.”


    “Father—”


    “And stay there. You look unsightly; I won’t have you embarrassing yourself—or me—any further.”


    I can’t remember exactly what I said after that—something defiant, I think—but I do remember the sting of tears as I turned and fled from the field.


    I didn’t stop running until I reached the forest.


    The air was cooler beneath the canopy, thick with the scent of damp leaves and rich earth, filled with the gentle melody of birdsong. I stumbled over roots and rocks, my breathing in ragged gasps until I copsed against the base of an ancient oak tree and let the tears fall freely.


    I wasn’t sure how long I cried—long enough for the ache in my chest to dull into exhaustion—when a dry voice floated down from above.


    “You know, if your n was to scare off every creature in the forest, you’re doing a great job.”


    I blinked and looked up.


    A boy was lounging on a branch, legs danglingzily, his head propped on one arm. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, catching the dark brown strands of his hair and the faint sheen of sweat on his temple.


    He looked only a year or two older than me, but his confidence gave him a presence that seemed to bend the very air around him.


    My tears stopped instantly. “Who are you?”


    He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Who are you?”


    “Answering a question with a question is rude. Don’t you have manners?”


    He grinned. “Bold attitude for someone who looks like they lost a fight with a pair of garden shears.”


    Heat rushed to my cheeks. “It’s a style.”


    “Uh-huh,” he said, clearly unconvinced. “So, what’s a guy like you doing crying in the woods?”


    “I’m not a guy,” I snapped, offended—even though that was exactly the disguise I was aiming for.


    He raised an eyebrow, smirking with mock surprise. “Oh. My mistake.” Then, as if that amused him even more, he added, “That exins the crying.”


    I red. “You’re an asshole.”<fn01bb> Updates are released by F?nd-Novel</fn01bb>


    “Eh, I’ve been called worse.” He shifted to sit upright, legs swingingzily. “So? What’s wrong?”


    I sniffled. “Nothing.”


    He leaned forward, resting his forearm on his knee. “That didn’t sound like nothing.”


    I clenched my fists. “My father says I can’t train because I don’t have a wolf yet. But I’m not weak.”


    The boy studied me for a long moment, his teasing gaze reced by something more serious. “He’s right, though. Training before your wolf awakens is dangerous.”


    “You sound just like him,” I muttered.


    He chuckled softly. “I doubt that.”


    “I just want to belong,” I admitted quietly. “To feel like I’m not… less.”


    Something softened in his eyes. With effortless grace, he dropped from the branch andnded a few feet away. He was so tall I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.


    “Your wolf wille when she’s ready,” he said. “Pushing too soon won’t make her appear faster. It’ll just make you frustrated.”


    “I’ve been waiting forever,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.


    He smiled faintly. “Forever’s not as long as it feels.”


    I scowled. “Something tells me you don’t know how it feels.”


    “Maybe.” His gaze drifted away for a moment, then he crouched down so we were eye-level. “Your father wasn’t trying to stop you from learning. He was trying to protect you.”


    “Protect me from what?”


    “From what happens when you get hurt before your wolf is there to help you heal.” He plucked a leaf from the ground and twirled it between his fingers. “Trust me, you’ll be gratefulter.”


    His words struck a chord deep inside me. I stared at him, trying to understand this strange boy—the confidence he wore so effortlessly, the certainty in his voice about things I barelyprehended.


    “You talk like an adult,” I said.


    He smiled. “And you talk like a child who thinks the world is ending because she didn’t get her way.”


    I smacked his arm. “You’re mean.”


    “Ow!” he gasped, ying it up.


    I rolled my eyes. “Oops.”


    Suddenly, he froze, eyes narrowing as if trying to peer through me. “Have we met before?”


    I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t meet many assholes. I’d remember.”


    That was a lie—I met plenty of assholes. Just none as cute as him.


    He smirked, nodding. “You’re right. Your haircut is something I’d have nightmares about.”


    I was about to fire back when his expression shifted. His head tilted, eyes distant as if listening to something I couldn’t hear.


    “Duty calls,” he murmured, standing.


    I frowned. “Wha—”


    Then it hit me. He was mindlinked. He had his wolf.


    I don’t know why, but the realization stung worse than my father’s scolding. My envy was raw, sharp, almost childish in its ache.


    As he turned to leave, my hand shot out and gripped his shirt.


    “Wait,” I said quickly. “You didn’t tell me your name.”


    He hesitated, a small smile flickering and disappearing almost instantly. “You’ll find out soon enough.”


    He took a couple of steps, then stopped and turned slightly. “By the way, if your n was to look like a boy, you failed. You’re way too pretty.”


    Then he vanished into the trees so swiftly I barely saw him move.


    The silence he left behind felt strange. Empty.


    My cheeks burned from his words, but the ache in my belly gnawed at me, overpowering everything else.


    If my wolf had awakened, maybe I could’ve gone with him. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so small inparison.


    Eventually, I trudged home, head bowed, the jagged ends of my hair sticking out in every direction.


    By evening, the manor buzzed with preparations for the visiting Nightfang delegation.


    I was confined to my room to avoid embarrassing my family, but once again, curiosity got the better of me. I sneaked down the stairs and lingered near the entrance to the main hall, desperate for a glimpse of the Nightfang Alpha and his heir.


    When I saw them, my breath caught.


    It was him.


    The boy from the woods.


    He stood beside his father, dressed in formal ck with the Nightfang crest gleaming proudly on his chest. The easy grin I had seen earlier was gone, reced by a polishedposure that seemed far too mature for his years.


    Kieran ckthorne.


    His name rippled through the room like a low current, followed by murmurs of admiration.


    Celeste—draped in a ceremonial gown, her golden curls perfectly styled—stood beside him, radiant as ever.


    Though only eleven, she was already the most beautiful girl in the pack.


    Together, they looked like a storybook future: the ckthorne heir and the Lockwood princess.


    And I was the outcast, watching from a distance, wishing I hadn’t been so foolish and short-sighted to cut my hair and get myself banished.


    Then Kieran’s eyes swept across the room andnded on me.


    Time seemed to freeze as his gaze lit up with recognition, and he smiled—a small, private smile meant only for me, not for the crowd around us.


    In that moment, I fell head over heels for Kieran ckthorne.Conclusion


    This chapter delicately captures Seraphina’s deep yearning for eptance and belonging, revealing the tender vulnerability beneath her bold actions. Her struggle with feeling left out and misunderstood, especially in rtion to her father’s protective yet harsh stance, resonates with the universal pain of wanting to prove oneself while grappling with limitations beyond one’s control. The unexpected encounter with Kieran offers a glimpse of hope and connection, a spark that kindles her heart despite the barriers she faces.


    The emotional tension between longing and restraint is beautifully woven throughout, highlighting themes of identity, courage, and the bittersweet journey toward self-discovery. Seraphina’s quiet defiance and Kieran’s gentle understanding hint at a bond that might bridge the gap between their worlds. As the chapter closes with her falling head over heels, it leaves us with a poignant sense of anticipation and the tender promise of what might bloom from this fragile, newfound connection.What to Expect in Next Chapter?


    Next chapter promises to delve deeper into theplex dynamics between Seraphina and Kieran, as their unexpected encounter sets the stage for a connection that could challenge the boundaries of their worlds. The contrast between Seraphina’s fierce desire to prove herself and Kieran’sposed, almost enigmatic presence hints at a rtionship that will be both tender and tumultuous. Readers can anticipate moments charged with unspoken emotions and the subtle dance of two souls drawn together despite the odds.


    At the same time, the arrival of the Nightfang delegation introduces new tensions that could ripple through Seraphina’s already fragile ce within her family and pack. The weight of expectations, secrets, and the unyielding pressure to conform may force Seraphina to confront not only external obstacles but also her own inner turmoil. As alliances form and loyalties are tested, the next chapter will explore how far she is willing to go to im her identity and fight for a future where she truly belongs.