A Traitor To Memory Novels & Stories

He pointed out, and my shoulders slumped drastically. “Nobody is going to listen to me, right?” I knew that no one was ever going to try to hear me. To them, I was a traitor. All the years I have served under their feet, doing everything for them, for Xander, that was all going to mean nothing. Because I was a traitor. And there was ever only one fate for traitors. Burning at a stake! “Listen to what, Ava?”

I ask bitterly. “He was one of your own.” “No, he wasn’t,” I say sternly. “Not in the end.” No one who betrays me can be called anything but a traitor. I grimace, making fists at my sides. I’m fueled by the rush that comes with killing. It mutes the regret that gnaws at me for ending the life of someone I thought would stand by me until the end. The war tests all of us.

" How stunningly naive I was. What a perfect, tragic fool. I had built a nest of warmth and opportunity, and the viper I sheltered used it to learn where to strike. She weaponized my own compassion, biding her time until she could steal everything. My legacy. My family. My love. My life. And I— Even my bones are condemned as a traitor's, fit only for the flames of a pauper's pyre.

Emma's entire body shook. More memories surged upward. The first state. The first choice. The first fracture. The first lie. And suddenly— She saw it. The moment everything went wrong. The moment the system was born. The moment someone betrayed the original design. Emma gasped. "No..." The vision sharpened. A face emerged from the memory. A familiar face. Someone she knew. Someone she trusted. Someone standing beside her all this time. Emma's breath stopped. Because the traitor— The one who created the system—

I wanted to swim, no matter how much selfish it was. Closing my eyes, I put my hand over the pond with the heart thumping harder again and breath quickened. Their were times when you see a memory-horrible ones. They were like demons, gripping you, pushing you and never letting you win. They hated happiness. All they wanted was self pain. This was the moment. I hate you. You ruin my life. You made my video viral. Why being lesbian is such a ridicule and wrong in your eyes? You're a cold hearted bitch.

Kaden presses, desperate to find our pups. “I remember now.” I state flatly, feeling hollowed out, empty. Is there no end to my torment in this life? What did I do to deserve this? To have my memories return, to relive the worst moments of my past at the exact moment my future is being torn from me. Because without my boys, there is no future for me. Am I that terrible a judge of character, to have the one man I always trusted, the one man I thought was my friend, betray me this way?

Tessa smiles at me. " I am glad you remember the kind of man my father was. I am always scared that people would eventually forget him or remember him as the traitor he was branded." Tessa comments casually. However,I don't miss the bitterness in her voice. As the former beta and the most talented warrior of this pack,her father ended up framed and branded as a traitor.

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 what truly shatters the soul.

— And you went crazy because yes. — I am not a traitor and you know it, it infuriates me when they tell me what I am not, they can call me insane, murderer, psychopath, narcissist, cruel, even a torturer. But traitor, never. Loyalty was essential to me. That is why my group was made up of eight people, each one of them was loyal to me despite everything and I knew that they would not break our trust for anything in the world. So being called a traitor was something I didn't like. Although the opinion of others was very indifferent to me, I did not like that word, I would change it or I would make them change.

He scratched his head as though he did not know how to continue, and that was when I realized what he was really asking. I looked away and lowered my voice. "No. We're strangers now. He's just a guy I used to know. I could even pretend I'd never known him." "What if he…" Ashe trailed off. Anyone with half a brain could tell Emil was not going to let me go that easily. I certainly didn't believe he would. My memories from my previous life reminded me exactly how much he would exploit me before finally discarding me. Ashe noticed my expression darken and reached for my hand. "I-I don't know how much this means to you, but if he starts bothering you again, I won't let him get away with it!"