Novel & Cerita A Brotherhood Betrayed Oblivion

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

Ryan said. His voice carried. It always carried—that Alpha timbre that made submission feel like gravity. The room quieted. Glasses lifted. Ava took a step forward, her heel catching on the marble seam. She steadied herself. Smoothed her dress. This was it. Three years, and finally he was going to— "To new alliances," Ryan said. His smile was porcelain. Perfect. Empty. "The Blackwood and Vale packs. United." Not merged. Not married. United. Like they were corporations. Assets on a ledger.

I was his hand then, but that fucking didn’t stop us from being close friends who shared women and men, depending on the occasion, until he fell for an American lady, Linda, who blew his mind away. Dimitri was more than my pakhan; he was my brother. I took bullets for him like he did for me on several occasions. Unfortunately, I wasn’t there when he was ambushed in Croatia during one of his family vacations with his little girl and queen. The Brotherhood ensured Croatia was a safe place for them to embark on that vacation, yet somehow the Blue Sons managed to find out about their location and fucking killed my brother. It fucking didn't matter to them that both rival clans had signed a fucki

I said, bowing my head happily. My heart suddenly turned sore when I saw Kessler walk hand-in-hand with my sister. My heart thundered as I felt betrayed and stabbed in the back by the people I love. I held back the tears that were planning to fall so they wouldn't ruin my make-up. Not as if he wanted to hold my hand in the first place, but the betrayal I just witnessed was like a hot knife that is being used to cut through an open wound. The care, love, and attention he gave to Elena at the banquet made the guests wonder if I was the actual Luna or Elena was, maybe I was just supporting them.

He sat down and looked at the judge and not at his brother. Marsh's associate took him through the questions and he answered all of them. The three years of surveillance. The operational structure Elias had built around Nora before approaching her. The two previous women, the failed operations. The pattern he had observed in his brother across the years of this vendetta of treating people as instruments toward a goal. He said he loved his brother. He said that love was why he was sitting in this chair, because the most honest thing he could do for Elias was refuse to protect him from the consequences of his own pattern. Elias sat at his table and looked at the surface in front of him and did

I drawled. I stepped forward, the space between us closing. Bruno’s eyes met mine over the heads of the crowd, a silent warning, don’t lose it. But I needed to make a statement. “Augusto,” I said again, my voice echoing off the walls, “you were one of the men who betrayed my family, and this entire brotherhood. The only reason you’re still breathing is because of the mercy I chose to show. Don’t think for one second that if you try to overthrow me like Lorenzo did, I won’t wipe out your entire family. Because I will. So before every member of this room, where does your loyalty stand?”

Every step felt heavier, the weight of destiny pressing down on them. Kael’s mind raced. Lucian… my own brother, twisted by darkness. But why? Suddenly, a chilling voice echoed through the forest. “Brother,” Lucian’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, eyes burning with fury and regret. “You betrayed me once by taking the alpha’s place. Now you will pay.” Kael’s fists clenched. “It’s you who betrayed the pack, Lucian. This path will only bring ruin.” Luna stepped forward, determination in her voice. “We’re here to stop you from destroying everything. But it’s not too late to choose a different path.”

Surprise morphs to realisation, and then to hurt, pain, and disappointment before he looks away. “There’s really something about you Arkan that is different. This is the second time I took a chance…” he mutters, more to himself as he tries to smile through the betrayal. Betrayal. He betrayed me. He killed my brother! My only family! He lived and walked past that photograph of my brother every single day, although he was his killer! Who does that? My head is pounding violently as I raise the gun again. This ends today. “Goodbye, Zion.”