Betrayed (The Brookehaven Vampires, Book 5)

By Joann I. Martin Sowles

Betrayed: The Brookehaven Vampires, Book 5.

Without her, we fail. Without him, we die.

He's always kept her safe, even before she knew it, but now, as truths are revealed, Laney must find it in herself to protect Oliver.

Paranormal Romance. 18+
*Mature Content Warning*
The Brookehaven Vampires series contains mature themes, including sexual content, violence, strong language, and alcohol usage. It is intended for a mature audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joann I. Martin Sowles
• Release date: Jun 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781940905105

Joann I. Martin Sowles

Joann I. Martin Sowles is the self-published author of The Brookehaven Vampires series. She prefers fantasy to reality, loves anything purple, and is a devoted Mickey Mouse fan.She can spend hours talking about her favorite books, music, movies, and TV shows with anyone willing to listen.When she’s not consumed by her writing, Joann is busy spending time with her family or avoiding housework.To find out more about Joann and the Brookehaven Vampires, visit her website at:www.brookehavenvampires.com

Book preview

Members of the Council of Elders had gathered in the conference room below my father’s office. I was in the office, slumped down in a chair beside the railing of the balcony so I could hear and view them without being noticed. However, they knew I was there. They were just too busy bickering to tell me to leave.

Achilles, my father’s Brookehaven Shepherd, was on the floor beside my chair. I ran my fingers through his pure black fur. His fur was softer than that of my own dog, Neo. That was because Achilles didn’t spend much time outside, unlike Neo, who was always outdoors, running free. I didn’t blame him. I would do the same, if allowed.

The office door opened, pulling my attention to it. Felix and Ambrose entered, arriving to join the Council. Felix nodded to me in acknowledgment as he headed for the stairs. Ambrose quickly made her way to me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and kissed the top of my head, just as she’d done for years. The gesture always made me smile. She ruffled my hair and then hurried down the spiral staircase to join the others.

Felix and Ambrose’s arrival meant something important was happening. I knew I should pay closer attention, so I straightened and adjusted myself to get a better view of the round table below.

The members at the table rose in greeting as Felix and Ambrose approached. My father was last to rise and the first to take his seat. Although there was no head of the table, my father was in charge. He always was. I suspected the work kept him sane. But this wasn’t why he’d rose last. The loss of my mother, his mate, had caused my father’s body to age rapidly in the seventeen years since her death. However, my father was still far from showing his true age.

I watched with great anticipation as they began taking their seats and conversing quietly. All but Corbin, my father’s most trusted advisor. As usual, Corbin was just behind my father, to his right, awaiting anything my father might request.

My father quickly grew impatient, and without waiting for everyone to be seated, he said, What news do you bring, brother? His question was directed at Felix.

Felix wasn’t my father’s brother by blood, nor was Levingston, yet, they referred to one another that way.

I bring troubling news, brother, Felix responded, waiting for Ambrose to take her seat, as he always did. He took his seat beside her.

I strained my neck to get a better view. Achilles nosed my hand, asking me to continue petting him. I did, while keeping my attention on everyone at the table.

Felix informed the others that there were reasons to believe Helos, my mother’s father, had breached our realm. His eyes met mine for a fraction of a second.

There is also reason to believe Tobin Weslin’s loyalties have shifted, he added.

I knew the name. Tobin. Ambrose had spoken of him. As had Cyrus. I thought hard for a moment, my mind distracted by the fear and excitement my grandfather’s name had elicited. Then it clicked. My mother’s angel. He was in town with my sister. His son favored her, Cyrus had told me. Cyrus had actually told me a lot about my mother’s angel and his family.

Oh? my father questioned. He’d grown uneasy by the mention of my mother’s angel.

Ambrose then explained, in detail, the disturbing events of late, making it clear my sister was in danger. As was Oliver.

I must do something.

I stood and Achilles whimpered, disappointed I’d stopped petting him. I ignored him. He’d quiet in a moment and end up napping once I was gone. Slowly and silently, I descended the stairs.

Keeping my distance from the table, I waited for a break in the conversation. I had been trained for this moment, I had a right to speak.

Suddenly, Cyrus burst through the lower conference room doors, his wings spread wide. It is Delaney’s angel, he announced. He has gone mad, more than usual.

She’s in danger! I declared, speaking out of turn.

Every Elder turned toward me. Silently, their eyes informed me of my wrong.

I am sorry, I said, bowing my head.

Young Phoenix is correct, Cyrus told them. He folded his dark wings behind him.

The Council jumped into action and began discussing their next move. I waited impatiently, longing to be involved. They were taking too long. I couldn’t take it! My sister was in danger! She could not defeat our grandfather. It had to be me, and right away! However, these Elders were arguing instead of doing anything.

I moved closer but kept a safe distance so I would not offend them.

Father, I called over the noise of their voices. Father, if I may?

The room fell silent. All eyes fell on me.

"Phoenix, do you have something that must be heard at this moment?" my father asked, clearly irritated.

I do, I said. I took a steadying breath as I stepped closer to the table. In silence, they listened to what I had to say.

My father was not pleased. He got to his feet, his cane bearing most of his weight. He was quick to disregard my plan.

But she’s my sister, I argued when he, once again, refused to let me be involved, refusing to let me fulfill a prophecy he’d rejected. She’s in danger!

"Yes, and she is my daughter," he reminded me.

Then we must help her. I was trying, desperately, for him to understand.

Phoenix, I cannot let you go. As you know, as you all know, he said with a sweeping hand toward the Council, I no longer have the strength to defeat him. His eyes met mine, his voice lowered, "And I do not believe you are ready for this."

I am, father. Let me help, I pleaded. Let me defeat him once and for all.

This is not your fight, he said, turning away from me.

Not my fight? I questioned, my voice rising. Yes it is! The prophecy states I am to be the one who defeats him!

He spun to face me, his mismatched eyes narrowed. It would be wise of you to lower your voice, my father growled.

The prophecy clearly states that I am who will stop his reign, I said, lowering my voice but holding my ground.

Prophecies are deceptions, he spat.

I blinked in surprise. How can you say that? I questioned quietly, knowing he didn’t believe this.

Because this so-called prophecy comes from another realm, not our own, he stated. He turned away from me again.

That didn’t make it less true, and he knew this! My mother was from that realm. Half of me belonged to it. The prophecy was no lie. If I didn’t defeat Helos, his reign would become stronger and he was sure to kill my sister. He feared Delaney because he believed she was prophesized to stop him. Helos had no idea I even existed and assumed my sister’s birth had caused my mother’s death.

I’m going, I growled, my body tensed in frustration.

He spun on me and moved closer. No, you are not! That. Is. Final. His eyes were narrowed on mine.

No, it’s not, I challenged.

There was a flash of anger in his eyes. Corbin stepped forward. My father had never struck me, he had come close, but this was a different day, and a different matter.

Sir, Corbin said. He placed his hand on my father’s shoulder. If I may offer a few words?

My father’s chest heaved and then he nodded to his friend, encouraging him to continue while he steadied himself.

Perhaps it is time young Phoenix proves himself. Perhaps it’s time he shows the coven he is ready to take charge, and ready to lead.

He is not ready. Especially for this, my father stated, sounding calmer, but I knew he wasn’t.

I am! I shouted, baring my fangs. Immediately, I knew I was in trouble.

Felix stepped between us. Ambrose was at my father’s side, calming him with her words, something she often did. Felix shot me a look, telling me I’d better get my own temper under control.

If he has them both, he has everything, I heard my father say to Ambrose.

My heart sank. It broke his heart daily not having my sister in our lives. It had not been my father’s wish to separate Delaney and me. He’d had no choice. When our mother passed, Delaney’s powers grew too strong in her grief, and at such a young age, she could not control who she pulled her power from. She pulled from the weak, which was my father at the time. She was killing him, draining him of life every time she used a power she couldn’t control. He did what he thought was right, and Delaney was removed from Brookehaven.

Father, I said, quietly. His attention turned to me. I can do this. Let me prove I’m ready.

He moved closer. Releasing his cane, he gently grasped my upper arms. His eyes were pained. I had hope that he would let me prove myself and keep our people safe, and allow me to save my sister.

No, he said. Corbin handed him his cane, he took it and turned away from me.

Anger coursed through me. I was furious!

I rushed from the conference room, up the staircase, through my father’s office, and through the fortress until I reached my chambers. I was prepared to do whatever needed to be done.

Grandmother! I called as I flung the door open.

What is it, Phoenix? I sense your urgency. She came to me, gently taking my hand and listening to my words. Once I’d expressed my concerns and wishes, she patted the back of my hand. Let me speak with your father. She offered a reassuring smile.

If anyone could get through to my father, it was his mother, Lady Josephine as she was known throughout the coven.

Together, we headed to the conference room. I was nervous and shaking. I knew my father would be angry with me for arguing with him, especially in front of the Council, but involving his mother was sure to enrage him.

When we reached his office, we quietly crossed to the balcony. The Elders were still conversing below.

A word, Alexander? my grandmother called from the balcony, addressing my father by his given name.

The attention of the entire Council turned to us. My father’s eyes widened and then quickly narrowed on me. This was about my sister’s safety, and I would deal with whatever consequences this would bring. I knew I could save her. I knew what needed to be done to end Helos’s reign. It was time everyone stopped fearing him.

When my father reached the top step, Corbin right behind him, he gave me the dirtiest look I had ever seen. Achilles trotted to his side and stayed with him as he made his was across the room. Corbin waited at the top of the staircase, and I slinked back into the shadow of the entrance.

Mother, my father said, greeting my grandmother.

He stood beside her, looking down at those below. It always amazed me how much older my father looked than his own mother. It was a reminder that his life was draining fast without his mate, which was why it was time for me to prove to the coven that I could rule, and that I was strong enough to protect them.

She took his free hand, his other hand holding himself up on his cane. Alexander, you were no older than Phoenix when your father entrusted you as regent.

That was different, mother. Times were different. He appeared weary. He knew he would not win this argument.

Times are different now, my son. We all know Phoenix is ready to prove himself. Your companions will not let anything befall him. He will be in good hands.

She leaned against the elaborate railing and gazed down at the others with him. My grandmother lifted my father’s hand to her lips, kissing its back, and then she rested their hands on the railing, hers on top of his.

Alexander, my son. You must make a decision. I trust you to make the right one.

Without a word, my father straightened, pulled his hand free from under hers, and headed for the stairs. I met him there.

This was a dirty trick, my son. He moved past me.

With Corbin right behind us, I followed my father down the stone steps, moving to his side as we reached the bottom, anxiously awaiting his answer.

Felix, my father called.

Felix was before him a moment later, Ambrose at his side. My father waved Cyrus over and he quickly joined us.

Phoenix will join you, my father said and excitement filled me. He is not to leave your sight. Corbin will accompany him.

But, sir, Corbin interjected.

My father put his hand up to silence his friend. I know you will let no harm come to my son.

Corbin nodded.

I knew it was risky to leave the coven grounds, especially with Helos in our realm. However, with Corbin at my side, as my handler, I knew, like my father, no harm would come to me.

My father continued, Cyrus, you are to protect Delaney. Cyrus nodded, taking his orders with pride. Felix, my brother, as always, the greatest, most trying tasks are bestowed upon you. You must confront Helos and keep his focus off my children until the time is right for Phoenix to step in, claiming his rightful place.

My chest puffed with pride. After a lifetime of training, I would finally get to prove myself. I would not fail my father, the coven, or my sister.

Plans were discussed, and I was invited to sit with the Elders. A great honor.

Once the details were finalized, we made to move out. I looked up at the balcony to find Grandmother Josephine still there. She blew me a kiss. I made like I caught it and placed it over my heart, just as we had done my entire life. She bid me a silent farewell with a smile and a single wave.

Cyrus rubbed his hands together, a smile fixed on his lips, a sparkle in his eyes. A good old-fashioned witch hunt. I can’t wait! he said, grinning from ear to ear.

I pressed my lips together to avoid smiling back at him.

You know witch hunts are illegal, Ambrose reminded him as she passed by.

Wishful thinking, he said with a grin as he followed her out of the room.

As I was about to file out with the rest of the team, my father caught my arm. Come back to me, my son, he said, his voice strained.

I will, father.

He hesitated a moment, his eyes on mine. Do not let harm fall on your sister.

Yes, father, I said with a nod. I had no intentions of letting any harm come to her.

He released me, but before he could walk away, I threw my arms around him, quietly thanking him for having faith in me. He had tears in his eyes as he walked away. As did I.

The ride to Treeville was excruciatingly long. It was dark and my sister had been in the grip of the enemy for far too long. I feared I’d be too late.

She will be okay, Ambrose said quietly. She was sitting beside me in the back of Felix’s SUV. Corbin was at my right, just as he’d been at my father’s right for more years than imaginable.

I nodded in response to Ambrose. She offered me a smile then took my hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. We rode the rest of the way in silence, which made the ride seem so much longer.

Once in Treeville, our caravan made a stop before letting my sister’s crazed angel lead us to her. I had never been to the place we’d stopped, but Ambrose informed me we were at Treeville’s vampire hospital. To me, it looked like a rundown building just waiting to be demolished. Yet, this was how my kind had to live. In secret.

Why have we come to the hospital? Ambrose questioned as Felix cut the engine.

Without the nerve to even look her in the eyes, Felix said, You are not joining us.

Her hand slipped from mine. I am, she firmly protested.

No, you are not. Go inside the hospital. I will contact you when this is over, he said flatly.

No, she argued defiantly.

In the dim light, I saw his massive shoulders heave. He opened his car door. Ambrose.

No, she said, emotions evident in her voice.

Felix was out of the SUV, and he had Ambrose’s door open. He held out his hand. I will walk you inside.

No, she said again. She folded her arms, refusing to take his hand, or move. Lately, they’d been arguing more than usual.

Ambrose, get out of the car, Felix growled. If I hadn’t known him my entire life, his behavior would’ve frightened me. However, I knew he was more bark than bite.

You have no right! she shouted.

I have every right. You, he paused, leveling his stare with hers, "are mine." His accent broke through on his last word. This angered him even further. He worked so hard for so long to hide his accent so he wouldn’t be associated with his own family line.

Tears surfaced in Ambrose’s eyes as she turned away from him. She took a moment to compose herself, and then her eyes met mine.

Phoenix, I know you will do great. It is in your blood. She paused for a moment. I will see you soon, she said. She quickly pressed her cool lips to my forehead and then departed, avoiding Felix’s hand, and Felix altogether.

Corbin, Cyrus, and I watched Felix follow Ambrose to the front of the rundown building. Once she was safely inside, he returned to the vehicle. Corbin and I stayed silent. However, Cyrus, from the front passenger seat, did not.

You’re an ass, Cyrus told him.

I know, Felix replied, starting the engine.

At least we were all in agreement.

As we drove away, Corbin’s eyes lingered on the doors where Ambrose had disappeared. We all knew he had feelings for her. However, he would never let his feelings interfere with his duties. He also respected the fact Ambrose was spoken for and would never act on his feelings.

With the vampire hospital out of sight, Corbin’s eyes were straightforward once again. I moved to the outer seat, taking the place where Ambrose had been sitting. I stared out the window, taking in the town as we sped through the dark streets. I was nervous. I was about to do something I had never done. Helos needed to be removed from our realm. He needed to be removed from every realm. I knew I could do it, this I did not doubt, especially to save those I loved, but that didn’t make me any less anxious.

Although I had never taken another life, intentionally, Helos’s needed to be taken, and I told myself this. Repeatedly.

Pulling our caravan to a stop, members of our team began exiting their vehicles. Dressed as a field agent, I pulled up my hood, shielding my face, as I exited the SUV to join them. Only a select few knew I was there.

The vehicle that had towed Zane was parked ahead of ours, and with Corbin by my side, his hood also shielding his face, we followed Cyrus and Felix to it. An agent pulled the tarp from the firestone cage, revealing Zane. His crazed lavender eyes darted around, unfocused, desperately trying to find my sister. It was always disheartening to see one of the fallen lose their mind, but knowing what Zane had meant to do to Delaney, and what he had done, I had less sympathy for him.

Zane growled, like a dog, and Corbin and I took a step back. The only thing Zane was good for now was finding Delaney. Eventually he’d be put down.

Cyrus stuck his arm through the bars and Zane swiped at him, but Cyrus ignored him and attached a leather leash to the firestone collar around the angel’s neck. Then the door to the cage was opened. Zane lunged out of the cage like a wild animal. Cyrus held tight to the leash, holding him back.

I hope you’re ready, Cyrus said as Zane tugged him into an orchard, swiping at the ground like he was looking for something.

Every member of the team followed, including Corbin and me. The ground was unsteady and covered in what appeared to be nut shells. There was a foul smell in the air, and Corbin told me it was the stench of werewolves. Having never encountered one, I took his word for it.

The others spread out, making themselves scarce as some sort of small shack came into view.

As our group reached the shack, Cyrus stopped, tugged Zane’s leash, pulling it so hard the angel fell back, sprawled on the ground for a quick moment before he was back on his feet, straining the leash and Cyrus’s grip.

My guess is Miss Alexander’s inside, Cyrus called over his shoulder.

Felix shook his head. They’re below. Let me see if I can establish contact with any of them.

Blood . . . lots of it, Corbin whispered.

I smelled it too, and I quickly feared the worst.

No need to worry, it’s not fresh, nor does it belong to any of those we are here to save, Felix informed us.

As reassuring as his statement was, it was still alarming that there was such a large amount of blood, fresh or not, nearby.

Zane made crazed noises while we waited for Felix to contact Delaney, Oliver, or even Carter, who Felix often spoke of.

Oscar is with them, Felix said.

Great, I’ve not seen Captain Crazy and his minions for some time, Cyrus said, smirking as he looked back at us, the leash tight in his hand as Zane lunged forward and fell to his knees. He was back on his feet a second later.

I didn’t remember Oscar. He’d left the coven when I was still very young, but I knew about him. Many people spoke of him, and usually not favorably. Except Oliver. He still cared about his brother.

Cyrus, this is not the time for your comments, Felix reprimanded.

I apologize, Cyrus said, and then he muttered, says the guy with an angel on a leash.

Would you shut up? Felix snapped.

Again, sorry. Cyrus turned his back to us so we wouldn’t see him grinning.

Felix shot him a dirty look and then tried contacting the others again. With no luck, he was becoming more and more frustrated. At the same time, I was growing more anxious. I needed to get this over.

For some reason, I can only contact Oscar, Felix said.

Corbin’s eyes met mine. This concerned all of us.

Maybe Delaney is protecting the others. You wouldn’t be able to reach them, if she is, I offered, hopeful my sister had learned to harness her power. If this were true, together, we could defeat armies, just as our father had. Together, we would be almost as powerful as he used to be. Being that we were only half-bloods, our abilities were nowhere near that of our father’s.

Oscar knows we’re here, Felix said. Let the angel go.

I took a step back. As if he were my shadow, Corbin did too.

As you wish, Cyrus said, sighing.

Reluctantly, Cyrus dropped the leash. Zane sprang forward, unsteady as he ran at top speed, straight for the shack. We stood by, waiting for Zane to lead us to my sister. I was sure there was an easier way to go about this task. However, I was new to this. Plus, I figured Zane was meant as a distraction. If my mother’s angel was indeed involved, Zane, being his kin, would serve a valuable purpose. Until someone had to restrain him, once again.

Zane reached the shack in a quick second and then tore the door from its hinges and dove inside. The shack was empty, except for Zane, and he went mad inside it. He knew my sister was nearby but couldn’t figure out how to get to her. In his craze, he threw himself at the walls, and one entire outer wall fell toward us. Felix, Cyrus, Corbin, and I took several steps back as the wall crashed to the ground, a cloud of dirt engulfing us.

Very quickly the shack lay in ruins. Heaving with exhaustion, Zane continued searching for a way to Delaney. He discovered a door in the floor, ripped it off its hinges, and was gone.

I was extremely nervous. Unless someone stopped him, he would go right for my sister.

Interesting twist, bringing the angel, Melody said, suddenly appearing at my side.

I hate when you do that, I told her as my heart raced. I knew she was meeting us, she too had a part to play, but I hadn’t expected her to appear so suddenly.

She grinned at me. I know. She slipped her arm around mine. You ready for this, young one?

I nodded. Young one. It was a nickname she’d always called me. Melody looked no older than I did, but she was a lot older. However, she was a powerful enchantress, the offspring of one of the greatest. Plus, she was a quarter demon. They aged slowly.

Ready? Felix asked Cyrus.

Always, old friend.

Corbin took a step closer to me as Felix and Cyrus disappeared down the hole under the shack. With them out of sight, a group of Brookehaven Vampires appeared, taking their stations as lookouts, ready for anything that came at them, ready to die for each other and my family.

The ground shook and I jumped. Sounds of battle rang out from below, and my heart raced knowing I was the one who had to end it. Goosebumps covered my body as I forced myself to stay put. If I attempted to confront Helos too soon, it could ruin everything.

Melody, her arm still intertwined with mine, gave mine a squeeze to reassure me and then she leaned closer. You will do great, Phoenix, son of Alexander, she whispered in my ear. She kissed my cheek, pulled her arm free, and then headed to the hole in the floor. Then she was gone.

She will be fine, Corbin reassured me.

I nodded. I knew she would be. She was strong, but so was Helos. I just hoped she was stronger. Or at least strong enough to hold him off until I joined them.

We waited, and I was shaking with anticipation. I tried to pick out voices I recognized, but it was so loud, and there were so many. . . .

Now, Phoenix! Felix shouted in my mind.

Without a word or a moment’s hesitation, I bounded for the hole and rushed down steps that led to the bottom. As I was trained to do, I quickly picked out every element in the room, not missing my sister, who was safe beside Cyrus on the stairs.

At the bottom of the steps, I locked onto my target and then pushed through the crowd, harnessing my power, pulling energy from the weakest first. Even if they wanted to, no one could touch Corbin or me, not until I let down my shield.

As I zeroed in on my target, on my own grandfather, I saw Felix lifting Melody’s unconscious body. I focused my breathing, focused on my goal, and focused on my target, desperately trying not to think about what I’d just seen.

Helos thought he was victorious as he watched Felix flee with Melody’s body. However, he had not counted on encountering me. I stopped, only a few feet from him and his eyes settled on mine. I dropped my hood so that he could see my face, see that I had inherited my father’s gift from the gods, and see that my sister was not who the prophecy spoke of.

I dropped my shield as realization crossed his face.

No, he breathed, the word barely a whisper, but I heard it. This cannot be, he said, his blue eyes wide.

I put my shield back up, enclosing only Corbin, Helos, and myself. Helos was confused, and fearful of me.

It was not my sister who you needed to fear, I said.

I took a deep breath, pulling energy from Helos. Enclosed in my shield, no one could save him from me. He shrieked, dropping to his knees, his eyes bulging as he stared up at me.

NOOO! he screeched, twisting in agony. She bore only one child, the child who took her life!

With my focus set and my eyes on his, I slowly shook my head. You’re wrong, I said, his strength coursing through me. I had never felt so powerful. My mother gave birth to two. It was me, I said. She died for me.

Those words were painful to think, and even more painful to say. The words angered me. This man angered me. He’d tried to kill my mother, my father, my sister, and many others I cared about. He’d taken Lillian from my sister. He had caused her pain. He’d caused them both pain.

Now it was my turn.

Stepping closer to his failing body, I pulled the last of his energy. He collapsed, but he was not dead. His crystal clear blue eyes, which were a match to my mother’s and one of mine, gazed up at me. He gasped for breath, for life. I would not let him have either.

This is for them, I hissed, and then I pulled the last of his life from him.

My chest heaving, my fist tight, my heart heavy, as I gazed down at the man who was half my mother—a mother I would never truly know, or hold. Tears blurred my vision.

Come, Phoenix, Corbin said from behind me, placing his hands on my upper arms.

I looked at him from over my shoulder. I had just taken a life. . . .

You fulfilled the prophecy. You have saved many, young Phoenix. Your father will be proud. I am proud, he said, his tone low, his words comforting.

He turned me away from the shell of a man at my feet to find Felix and Cyrus standing behind us. Without a word, these two men who I’d known my entire life, who had been into battle with my father numerous times, took a knee and bowed their heads. To me.

I pressed my lips together, raw emotions surfacing.

Stop it, I said after searching the room to make sure all the remaining bodies were lifeless. There is no need.

They both rose.

Phoenix, you have no idea how deserving you are, Cyrus said, and then he turned away, heading for a corner near the stairs where he retrieved Zane’s motionless body. He tossed Zane over his shoulder, adjusting his wings to accommodate the angel’s body hanging halfway down his back. Then Cyrus headed up the steps.

As we made for the stairs, Felix clasped my shoulder. He is right, you know.

I nodded. Yes, I knew. However, I took my mother’s life by no choice of my own. Now I had taken her father’s. Because there had been no other choice. Was this to be my life? Or, had I truly been put here, on this earth, to do great things? To lead, just like my father?

I heaved a sigh as I ascended the steps. I had saved my sister and countless others. That’s what was important. The rest would fall into place, just as this moment had. . . .

It was mid-afternoon, Helos’s body had been wrapped and boxed for transport, and Corbin and Cyrus were at my sides. Dressed in clothing and gear that was suitable for the Otherside, which, from my understanding, was far from modernized, my team and I were ready. We were just waiting for my father to arrive to give us an official sendoff.

The bare trees did little to shield us from the afternoon sun, and I shifted anxiously as we waited near the gate to the Otherside. Watching my team double-check their gear and weapons, I realized I wasn’t the only one who was nervous. However, I didn’t believe it was for the same reasons.

Getting rid of Helos’s body needed to be done as soon as possible, before his powers drained from me. Like most energy that I pulled from others, it eventually faded. However, I had never drained a person to the point of death, not purposely. And I’d never pulled power from someone evil . . . I was positive many believed that by consuming Helos’s powers, that meant I actually acquired his powers. My ability didn’t work like that. I drained others, especially the weak, to protect myself or those around me. It was that simple. I couldn’t absorb the abilities of those I drained.

However, the amount of power I’d absorbed from Helos would serve my team well if we encountered trouble and I needed to protect them. The energy I’d received from him was different though, and I could feel its strength coursing through me. I was looking forward to ridding myself of it.

Here they come, Cyrus said.

I turned to find my father, grandmother, and Ambrose arriving with a group of others to wish us well.

As my father reached me, everyone, except Grandmother and Ambrose, took a knee in the grass and bowed their heads, including me.

This day has been long anticipated, my father began. This is the first step in uniting our realm with the Otherside. I look forward to greeting our neighbors with open arms, as I am sure you are as well. So, with that said, let us wish my son, Phoenix, and his team safe and prosperous travels. We look forward to your return. May the gods be with you.

As my team and I rose, the crowd rose too. They cheered and clapped while wishing us safe travels. It was exciting to be the center of this and to be taking my first journey outside our realm.

My father clapped my shoulder, his eyes holding mine. Your mother would be proud, he said with obvious emotion in his tone.

I gave a quick nod of acknowledgment and refused to let my own emotions take over.

This is a major undertaking, but I do not have a single doubt you can handle it. Keep your wits about you, do not let the power go to your head, he said with a knowing look, and most importantly, come back to your family.

Full of confidence, I nodded.

He squeezed my shoulder and then made his way to Corbin, where they had a private conversation.

Grandmother moved closer, the hem of her dress dragging across the ground. She wrapped me in her arms and wished me a safe trip. With tears in her eyes, she stepped aside so Ambrose could wish me well.

Ambrose took a deep breath and exhaled. I am very proud of you, she said, her voice unsteady while taking my hands in hers.

I smiled, her words filling me with joy.

I will miss you and think of you every moment you are away. Do be safe, stay close to Corbin, and come home soon, she said.

I will, I said.

She smiled sadly, and then with tears surfacing in her blue-green eyes, she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight. Releasing me, she stretched up on her toes and pressed her lips to my forehead. Then she stepped away with Cyrus to have a private word.

It was time to go. My team began gathering at the entrance and I was shaking with uneasiness.

Ambrose was at my side again. She rested her hand on my arm.

I glanced her way. I wish Felix and Melody were here, I admitted quietly.

I do too, she said, but your sister and the others need them.

I nodded, understanding the importance of them staying close to Delaney.

I wish I could join you, she added softly.

My eyes met hers and I didn’t answer. Not that Felix would’ve allowed, I wouldn’t have been comfortable with her taking this journey with me. I didn’t know who or what we might meet on the other side of the gate. Not that I didn’t believe she could take care of herself, I knew she could, I just knew I would be too focused on keeping her safe, because I couldn’t lose Ambrose.

We are ready, Corbin said, suddenly by my side. "Once I’m through, three members will follow. Once we have established that it is safe, I will come back for you. Do not cross through the gate without me, understand?"

I nodded, my nervousness skyrocketing.

Be ready. He gave me a nod, sent my father a knowing look, and then bowed and bid Ambrose farewell.

He collected the three agents accompanying him, and then Corbin was first to step through the gateway. Once the four of them were gone, my father and grandmother moved away from the gate, standing beside a nearby tree that was away from the crowd. I watched them for a moment and didn’t miss how distressed my father was.

Ambrose moved closer and held onto my arm while we waited. Her presence brought me comfort.

As the minutes ticked by, silence fell over all who waited and my anxiety grew.

He will return soon, Ambrose reassured me softly.

Within fifteen minutes, Corbin returned. All is clear. Let’s proceed, he said, gesturing for me to join him beside the gate. Ambrose, not releasing my arm, joined me by Corbin’s side. I was beginning to wonder if she planned on defying Felix and sneaking through with me. I was sure Corbin would stop her if she tried.

Corbin instructed the others to proceed. The agents responsible for Helos’s body lifted the box and began through the gate. After them, the remaining agents and then the enchantresses, Autumn and Summer, followed.

With a nod, Corbin passed through again. I took a deep breath. I was ready for this.

You will be great and the people will love you, Ambrose said. She kissed my cheek and then released my arm and bid me farewell.

With a glance back, I caught many eyes on me as I departed, but the most important ones were those of my father, Grandmother, and Ambrose. I had a long, and likely dangerous, journey ahead of me. I was already looking forward to returning home.

You ready? Cyrus asked.

With a nod, I stepped forward and into the gateway. Cyrus was right behind me.

I was exhausted, but there was no time to rest. Running my hands down my face, I sighed heavily as I sat behind my desk at the hospital, awaiting a call from Melody. She was researching a hunch I had.

I checked the time. Ambrose was due back at any moment. She’d gone to Brookehaven with the others to see Phoenix off. I knew he was in good hands, but I wished I’d been able to join him, for multiple reasons.

I sat back in my chair and sighed heavily. I was worried, but with Helos’s death, I looked forward to the peace that would bring, and Phoenix was the right person to unite the realms. I was proud of him for stepping forward and taking on Helos. I knew he could do it. However, never in all my years had I been so concerned by the outcome of a situation. It had been a full week since the consciousness of the kids had been switched, and my worst fear was realized when Phoenix took Helos’s life and nothing changed. I thought for sure Helos’s demise would break the spell, sending Oliver and Carter back to themselves. Other than killing all who’d been involved, I had no idea what else could be done . . .

Unless the power Phoenix absorbed from Helos is keeping the spell active . . . If that’s the case, once that power diminishes, would the spell break . . . ?

We didn’t have time to wait. I needed a solution now. I checked my phone again, wondering what was taking Melody so long.

My thoughts shifted to Oliver’s promise to his brother. Oliver had always struggled with the choice he’d made to take Julz from Oscar, but it was the right choice, no matter what angle you looked at it, which was why there was no way I would let that maniac near Julz and Hayden.

Felix? Ambrose called softly.

My attention snapped to her. She was standing in the doorway of my office. Please, come in, I said, rising.

No need to stand, she said with a gentle wave of her hand as she stepped inside. I come only to ask what we are going to do next, about the . . . situation?

She was referring to Oliver and Carter, who were resting in her office next door with Delaney. After our recent research together, she was at a loss as well, but she was also looking for any excuse to keep her mind busy until we heard from Phoenix.

I gestured for her to take a seat opposite me, which she did, her posture regal as ever. As I took a seat, my phone rang and I lifted my finger, signaling I needed a minute, but when I looked at the screen, Hayden’s name was displayed, not Melody’s. I wouldn’t take the call with Ambrose in the room. I set my phone back down and focused on Ambrose.

How were your travels? Phoenix’s sendoff? Did all go smoothly? I questioned all too quickly.

Should you answer that? she questioned, her blue-green eyes narrowing on mine. She knew me well and was aware I’d just grown uncomfortable.

With my eyes on hers, I shook my head as flashes of an argument I’d been having with Hayden came to mind. It was an argument we’d been having for some time. I confided in her too much, but that wasn’t the only problem. . . . I glanced down at my phone on my desk as the call ended. She’d try again.

Refocusing my full attention on Ambrose, I silenced my phone and confessed that I had no idea what steps to take next but that Melody was looking into something. She nodded, understanding how difficult this situation was.

There has to be something we missed, she said, thoughtfully.

I agreed, and together, we brainstormed. We were good at that . . . among other things. We worked well together. We always had.

We compared thoughts for several minutes, and then I listened with great interest as she covered every topic and situation we’d recently discussed. Although I tried to hide my true feelings for her, I adored her. I truly loved her. I always would. But I could not love her the way she needed, and I feared I would be the death of her. Keeping my distance was the only way to keep her safe and keep her alive, so I forced my feelings for her deep down. I could not risk them resurfacing. I knew what that would lead to . . .

And Phoenix? she questioned, breaking me from my thoughts. What is to happen?

Her love for the boy was strong, and because of me, he would likely be her only child. Blood or not. Although I was not willing to complete our union, I refused to allow another to take her. She was promised to me, and while I still lived and breathed, she was mine, bonded or not.

He is stronger, I told her.

She nodded, having noticed the change in Phoenix for herself. Taking Helos’s life had triggered something in Phoenix.

Once he and his team have returned Helos’s body and proven to the people that Helos’s reign is over, he must decide on a ruler while he is there. Upon their return to Brookehaven, Phoenix will be evaluated.

The concern was obvious in her eyes. I didn’t need to hear her thoughts for this to be clear, not that I could. She guarded her thoughts as form of punishment. She knew I was at a disadvantage if I couldn’t read her thoughts and it left me vulnerable to her. Honestly, it made me try harder, which was probably what she wanted, because being unable to dip into her mind, I didn’t know what she needed or wanted. However, after all this time, if I didn’t know her by now, I never would.

I stood and moved around to the front of the desk. Resting against it, I leaned forward and took her hand. He will be fine. This is Phoenix we’re speaking of. There’s not a bad bone in that boy. None of this will change that.

I do hope you are right, she said as her beautiful blue-green eyes gazed at mine, making my old heart ache.

I know I am, I said as I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. I did not doubt my words. Phoenix was one of the kindest people I had ever encountered.

I wish you would have allowed me to join him, she stated, her temper quickly flaring.

I sighed. I’d never allow it, but she knew this when she’d ask earlier in the day. She’d resent me for this too. I’m sorry, I whispered, but she didn’t acknowledge my apologies anymore. I’d worn them out years earlier.

With angry tears in her eyes, she pulled her hand free of mine and folded her arms. What if he chooses to take the throne for himself? she questioned, voicing a concern I’d already feared and one his father also feared.

He will return to us, I told her, and I hoped I was right.

She looked away. My words had not reassured her.

I crouched in front of her and gently rested my hand on her knee, getting her attention. Teary-eyed, her gaze met mine.

Ambrose, he loves you too much to stay away, I reassured her. His life is here, with us. You have done an incredible job raising him. He will make the right choice.

She wiped away a fallen tear before I could do it for her. I was not alone, she said softly. She turned away from me, her long, gorgeous hair covering her face so I could not see her expression.

I know, I said softly, but you are who he sees as his mother.

She returned her gaze to mine and smiled, just slightly.

Very gently, I took her hand and kissed the back of it. My fangs ached, my body yearned for her. As I’d done for years, I fought every instinct.

I’m very proud of you. And of him, I said, my voice strained. I hoped she hadn’t noticed.

I too am proud of him, she said, her voice soft and loving.

My chest heaved. It hurt more than anything that she was no longer proud of me and that she no longer spoke of me in such a tone. Yet, it was my own doing. My own undoing. . . .

There was a sudden commotion coming from Ambrose’s office. Sharing a concerned glance, Ambrose and I were quick to find out what was happening.

Traveling through the gate was an odd sensation. It was cold, vacant, and caused an uneasy feeling of weightlessness. Fortunately, it was quick.

I stepped onto solid ground and Cyrus stepped out of the gate behind me. I did a quick scan, making sure our entire team was together, and then I assessed our surroundings. It was vegetation as far as the eye could see and a dirt path that lead through it. We had to be cautious of unfamiliar wildlife, and the local residents.

It’s all yours now, Cyrus said with a smirk. He gave me a pat on my back and then joined the others.

Technically, I was the rightful ruler of this land, not only because I was Helos’s heir, but because I took his life. Nevertheless, I had no desire to rule this realm. My place was at Brookehaven.

Check your powers, Corbin ordered. You won’t be as strong here.

My companions began testing their powers, each one had a unique ability that would serve our team well.

Phoenix, Corbin said, moving closer to me, with Helos’s strength inside you, perhaps it will give your ability more strength. But be careful. He took a step back, waiting for me to give it a go.

I nodded and then focused. With my arms at my sides, palms forward, I took a deep breath and then pulled, absorbing the strength from the surrounding area, careful not to pull from my companions.

That’s enough, he said, lifting his hand to stop me.

I gave another nod and cut my connection. I felt stronger, but in a weird way, yet, it took more effort than usual to pull from vegetation.

He turned away and addressed Summer and Autumn. Enchantresses. How has this realm affected you?

As we’d suspected, they weren’t as strong. This realm was suppressing their powers. I wondered, since my sister was conceived and born in this realm, if she’d be stronger on this side, and if that was why her powers had always been so unpredictable in our world.

Corbin observed the abilities of our other companions. The only one not affected was Cyrus, not that he had an ability, other than those that came naturally with being an angel. Corbin was unaffected as well because he possessed no special powers. He was just an amazing warrior and a gifted strategist.

If anything happens, if we encounter any trouble, Corbin said, addressing our entire group, Phoenix is your number one priority. Never assume the others will take care of him. He is top responsibility to each of us. You check his safety before you check your own. Got me?

Yes, sir, they said in unison.

He gave a nod to Spaz, who was in charge of our party, and Spaz took the lead.

Let’s move out, Spaz said. We move toward the citadel.

We traveled the entire day and half the night, heading to the citadel where we would fight our way through Helos’s lackeys so I could claim the throne. It was late into the night before Corbin called for us to stop and rest. He then sent out scouts to make sure the area was secure, and when they returned, we set up camp.

We ate and rested in the darkness of the night, and even with protective wards, we made sure not to draw any attention to ourselves.

Not as spectacular as you imagined? Cyrus said, leaning against a tree beside me.

I shrugged. Corbin and Cyrus had been to this realm before, and I’d heard many stories, so considering all I’d seen were trees, plants, and a few birds, it was disappointing.

It gets better, he said, giving me a gentle shove.

We were moving before the sun rose, and it was mid-afternoon when we stopped to rest. Corbin sent out scouts again and it wasn’t long before they returned.

We’re not far from a village that we must go through to get to the citadel, Spaz said. I want to enter with the cover of night, so let’s set up camp, rest, and regroup.

Helos’s box would understandably bring unwanted attention, however, if spotted in town, at night, with the coffin, it might look even more suspicious. I voiced this.

Spaz pondered my words for a few moments.

We need a wagon and a horse, Cyrus stated.

Spaz agreed. Lucas and Reed. See what you can find, but harm no one. We will return what we take when we’re finished with it. But just in case, leave monetary compensation. He handed each of them a pouch of coins.

With a quick nod in understanding, they were off.

I sat on the ground and rested against a tree while we waited for their return. Corbin and Cyrus were close by, discussing strategies for taking the citadel. I put my head back and gazed up through the trees, watching a flock of odd birds fly over. I was looking forward to going home, but I was also looking forward to bringing order to the Otherside. They’d been under Helos’s cruel reign for too long. This realm deserved a compassionate ruler, and I planned to appoint one.

It wasn’t long before Lucas and Reed returned with a horse pulling a wagon full of hay.

There’s a farm nearby, Lucas said as he brought the horse to a stop. We gave the farmer a bag of coins and told him we needed to get our injured father to the city to see the physician. He offered the hay to help make the journey more comfortable.

Good thinking, Spaz said patting the horse’hels side. We can cover the coffin with the hay, making it less conspicuous.

That’s what I was thinking, Reed stated and he began pulling bales of hay from the wagon.

Once Helos was loaded onto the wagon, Lucas took a seat on the wagon and held the reins.

Autumn and Summer, Spaz began. One of you ride next to Lucas. The other sit in the wagon with . . . he eyes scanned each of the agents, Hunter. Tell anyone who questions you that you’re siblings taking hay to another farm for your father.

I feel like we’re really winging it here, Cyrus told Corbin and me, and then he chuckled to himself.

We had very little time for strategy. He’s doing the best he can with what we have, Corbin stated. If Corbin disagreed with a plan, he’d step in, so I was confident we were doing the best we could.

As I’ve repeatedly stated, stay in sight of Phoenix and the cart. If we encounter trouble, Phoenix is your number one priority, Spaz announced.

Yes, sir, they all said.

See, Corbin said confidently, he knows what he’s doing.

Gemma, Penny, Spaz called. No need to lose your pants, but I need you to get your skirts on and couple-up with Reed and Diego. Stroll through the town as if on dates or shopping with your significant others.

With a huff, Penny pulled the long skirt from her pack. She hated dresses, and with good reason. They made her feel vulnerable and reminded her of how she’d come to join the coven. Like most, it was a tragic story.

Noticing her discomfort, Spaz was at her side, offering a comforting word. He’d been with the coven for a long time, and was very empathetic. He was also very funny, which was how he coped with his own tragedy. He said something quietly to Penny, and as she stuck a foot through her skirt, she laughed.

Gemma

Reviews for Betrayed (The Brookehaven Vampires, Book 5)

[Rae · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

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Felix sleeping with Oliver’s 14 year old niece was so disgusting & unnecessary. For the author to take it in that direction is absolutely sick. Felix was a favorite character of mine until we get to this book & learn that he is a pervert that rapes 14 year old girls that are too young to consent.