A Traitor To Memory Novels & Stories

The room feels impossibly small, the air thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Sofia glances at me, her eyes wide, pleading. She takes a deep breath, and for a second, I swear she’s about to break down. “The traitor,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “is someone close to Marco. Someone he’s trusted for years.”

Then he pointed, “H-Him. It was him who told me everything.” All eyes turned to the man he chose was Marcus. Brute but loyal Marcus who never did what I never asked him to do, and when I gave him a job, he completed it to the core. Even in my past life, he laid down his life wholeheartedly to save me, he never complained, nor did he ever say he regretted it. Now, I had no idea if he truly didn't regret it but the only thing I knew is that Marcus would never betray me. He didn't in the last life, and he wouldn't now. "Marcus, they said you're the traitor, care to come out to explain?" I glanced at Marcus who stepped out, the scar on his face menacing as he faced the man.

“I am in a room underground in a location I don’t know with my hands cuffed to a chair. That is not safe. That is the opposite of safe.” “You are safe from everyone except me,” he said. “And I am not going to hurt you. I have never been going to hurt you.” “Then why the cuffs?” He didn’t answer that. “You are a traitor,” I said. The word came out quiet and precise and I watched it land on him. “Whatever you were to our organization, whatever you were to Damien, you turned on all of it. You let people die. You let Mum die.” My voice broke properly on that one and I let it. “She is dead. Mum is dead and you are alive and you have never once explained that to me and you are sitting here asking

Get ready to attack her again. "Nope. You're so fierce, meaning you still expect Gerry. I'm sorry for you. This advice, don't expect any more. Once a traitor, will do the same thing over and over again. Because it has become his habit, cheating is a disease and it is not. can be forgiven. I'm sorry, my friend. " "Thank you. I'm home! Don't forget to reply me! I'm ready, receive your reply." I turned my body.

“By your Council. They tried to kill me when I uncovered the truth. Said I knew too much about the bloodline secrets. They made sure you’d all think I was gone.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “And you didn’t come back? Didn’t warn me when our family was destroyed? When I was hunted like an animal?” “I did come back,” Lucan said quietly. “More than once. But every time, the Elders’ guards were already waiting. They branded me a traitor. Do you know what that does to a wolf’s scent in the packs?” It was true. A traitor’s mark poisoned your presence. It made your bond rot. It turned even your memories to ash in the eyes of your pack.

For a moment, neither of us speaks. Then he says quietly, “I remember more now.” My breath stills. “What?” “The night I disappeared,” he says. “They didn’t just chase me. Someone betrayed me.” Cold slides down my spine. “A name?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Not yet. But I will.” I nod. “When you do, tell me.” “Why?” A smile curves my lips—slow, dangerous. “Because traitors die screaming.” The moon climbs higher, silver and sharp.

This man is truly a masterpiece. But this is not important. Now Agnes began to fear and regret. Ryan Gonzalez is known as a powerful and extremely difficult person. If he wakes up and remembers that she made a joke about him, he will kill her. She didn't want her normal, peaceful life to be overturned in an instant.

Marco turned to me, his expression impassive. "Miss. Your orders for the traitor?"

There was one more note: “Moreau’s connection to the Vance situation will remain useful during Phase Three, to be reviewed after the merger. Likely no longer needed.” Lila closed the drawer and stood in the study for a long moment. Every dinner, every warm smile, every moment she had taken as proof of his feelings had been part of his plan. The apartment was silent. As Lila sat alone, the emptiness around her became harder to ignore. She betrayed her best friend for someone who saw her as nothing more than a tool.

They had always trusted him, even before Rogue Land. The older Alpha's lips curl up in a faint almost unnoticeable smile. I just know he is to deliver a final blow. "And through all that support, he did something truly unforgivable,” he pauses slightly to let his words settle on every skin in the room. "So unforgivable, that some still refer to him as a traitor till this day." Something is not right, I can't shake off that feeling of dread, not because of what he is saying, but rather at what he is holding back.