Betrayal Novelas e Histórias

"Your father was a monster, girl. And monsters breed monsters. I should have killed you twenty-three years ago." I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn't support me. Blood filled my mouth. "Thelma... run..." She looked at me, and through the bond, I felt everything she was feeling. Love and betrayal twisted together so tightly she couldn't separate them. Trust and doubt warring in her heart. The desperate desire to believe in me fighting against every lesson she'd learned about trusting the wrong people. "I can't do this again," she whispered. "I can't be the fool who trusts the wrong person one more time."

Alpha King Betrayal has taste. Hard-to-chew, fermented justification. All for the name of love. All for the name of sanity and denying the treacherous act. It doesn’t numb the tongue. Nor the body. It does more than that. Enough dosage of betrayal numbs the heart and mind from functioning its liberty to choose what its morale. What is rational. I felt so betrayed. Never felt so betrayed in my whole life until now. Until I saw what was marked over her delicate skin.

“That is optional, what is more important to me is a man who is loyal and only has room for one woman in his life.” “Is that so?” he said, amused. “Yeah” I said, lamely. What was he playing at? “You think Ace is going to be loyal while he is gone for a month at a time?” “Yes. Why wouldn’t he be?” “Will you?” he said, avoiding my question. “What the hell Gabriel?” I said defensively. “You don’t love him Harper” he said, simply, “You’ll get bored of him and you will hate yourself for it.” “I’m going to bed, goodnight” I said angrily.

It is the ones who know us best—those who have seen our weaknesses, our vulnerabilities—who can cause the greatest pain when they turn against us. A traitor in the bloodline weaves a unique agony, one that no outsider's cruelty could ever rival. Their treachery runs deeper, as it is built on the trust and intimacy that only family can possess. The most devastating form of betrayal doesn’t come from an enemy’s malice, but from the heart that once beat alongside your own. It is not just the act of betrayal that stings—it is the memory of who they used to be, the shared moments, the bond that once felt unbreakable. That loss is wha

“They’re not asking for war. They’re asking for surrender. They think we’ll choose peace if it means losing just one wolf.” I looked around at them—eyes, scars, memories etched into every face. “But I’m not just one wolf. I am the line that survived. The broken oath. The blood that lived. And if I kneel, they won’t stop.” Alex stepped beside me. “If she kneels, we all do.” Nova’s betrayal was still raw. No one had said her name in hours. But I knew it was coming. Someone had to say it. Someone had to cut open the wound so it could fester or heal.

“I know you never loved me. I know you used me to get an heir. And that is fine. We will try again, and I will give you what you want.” Aspen saw that Kailin stopped himself from responding when he saw that their argument had attracted some attention. It was then he realised that Raven had been pulling him into a trap all along. His eyes carried the pain of betrayal, something Aspen was too familiar with and with a subtle shake of his head, he said to Raven, “You won't get away with this. Whatever you are planning, you won't succeed in doing it.” He walked away and as he moved, Aspen's eyes followed him till she couldn't see him anymore.

His touch was soft, yet it remained setting off something she couldn’t quite ignore. “You want freedom,” he replied, his voice lower. “From her shadow. From the part of you that wonders if you’re more like her than you want to admit.” Ava pulled her hand back. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.” He laughed, the sound deep and low. “It’s not psychoanalyzing. It’s recognizing someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.” They worked late into the night, piecing together the maze of agreements and betrayals that related Evelyn Sinclair to Roman’s past. Ava couldn’t refute his insight, but she kept her guard up, refusing to allow his appeal distract her from the task at hand.

"She's throwing another tantrum, isn't she? She did the same thing last time—took off the monitor just to threaten me. Unbelievable. Even with lives on the line, she still plays games like this. "Go. Find her. Bring her in and draw the blood. I don't care how you do it. Even if she tries to use that bastard child in her belly to bargain, ignore her." At the word "bastard," my soul—already detached from my body—wavered. My nails dug deep into my ghostly palms as I watched him, face tense with irritation, giving out orders. Not a trace of sorrow. Not even a flicker of regret. I closed my eyes. Tears slid silently down my cheeks.

" With a terrible feeling of betrayal in my chest, I withdrew my hand. We couldn't fight both sides, Thorne was correct. Betrayal was waiting if we struck a pact, even if it was just for time. From the Council. From the Mafia. Perhaps even from him. The youngest supervisor yelled after me as we turned to go, his laugh as piercing as glass. Make a thoughtful decision, Chimera King. Your own blood will engulf you with just one betrayal. With all of my nerves screaming, I froze at the entrance. Because I already knew in my heart that treachery was not going to happen. It was present.