Backstabbed? Became The Goat Mga Nobela at Kwento

The back shot met him unexpectedly, and I was also not expecting it. "Whaaaat thaaaa fuuuuuck!!!" I yelled at the instant, squinting to a corner in the tent for safety. I didn't even see Ekun, he came out of nowhere, and now he had stabbed Ubuntu, just like that, like the backstabber that he was all along. 'See what I was talking about…' Lusee whispered in my ears. 'the fuck, huh…' I squealed.

My blades sink into the soft, crumbling stone, sending sharp vibrations down my tired arms. I grope for my footing while watching the goat, only twenty feet above me now, still munching on moss and oblivious to the threat directly below him. He’s large, a pure, soft white. He’s maybe a few years old judging by the horns that stretch in nearly straight lines from the top of his thick skull. I need him. I want him. I won’t leave without him, even if I have to chase him up the mountain. I send a quick prayer to the Goddess for Her blessing to take this life. I pray to the older, forgotten gods that She answers then make my move.

"Thank you ulit." Chris slowly nodded. "Kumusta sa labas?" Tanong ni Chris habang nagpupunas ng sugat. "Maayos naman ang lahat maliban lang sa pagkakatapon nuong gatas ng baka na nasagi ng tauhan kanina." He sighed. "It's a good thing that the horse didn't go straight to the staff at baka pati ang tauhan ay nasaktan and..." My brother turned to me."One of our staff had a hard time taming the goats. Nagkagulo sila dahil sa pagsigaw mo." ngumisi siya at muling tumingin kay Chris. "So far wala naman ibang problema."

Anton had gone underground, and Leo was helping him. They released a statement through a ghost blog claiming Justin was a traitor, a liar, a “jilted lover trying to burn down the house that made him rich.” To be continued...

Anything to drown out the echo of her goodbye. "Focus, Gabriel," I muttered to myself, shaking off thoughts of Mia and her betrayal. We managed to disarm the watch guard with the grace of a couple of drunk bears. Not my finest moment, but effective. Soon, we were face to face with the rogue king, a man so vile even rats would refuse to share a sewer with him. "Ah, the infamous Gabriel and his sidekick," the rogue king sneered, as welcoming as a nest of vipers. "Sidekick?" Caleb bristled next to me. "I'm more like the co-hero."

All this time he was probably too confident in his abilities and also in his men who might now have become his secret enemies. "I heard from your men who were guarding your front door when the incident happened, you were having a meeting." “Just a meeting with a damn rotten man. That incident let me know what Gideon Frost's true face looks like. He's not only greedy, he's also an asshole. I saved him from the shooting incident, and he just left me just as I was dying. To get back at him, I've spread the news of his rottenness to every businessman in New York. I bet with your damn clever brain that Gideonn Frost will never be used by any businessman in this town. His career will be over."

His eyes were as empty as a zombie's. He just watched as the elders dragged Vivian to the silver mines for treason. Toby was tossed into a low-level stray wolf shelter, forgotten by everyone. Reading the news, I felt a surge of black, bitter humor. The irony was suffocating. Gideon threw everything away to repay a debt, only to find out the "debt" was a massive lie.

"The Aphrodisiac Curse was fake. The pregnancy was fake. My wife's betrayal was a lie. The doll was planted. Jennifer, what part of you is real?" She blurted out, "That's impossible! Those symptoms, I spent a fortune getting them from Southvale…" She clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror. But it was too late. Everyone had heard it. "Southvale?" Scott let out a quiet laugh, empty of warmth. "So that's it. You paid good money for a fake curse and staged all of this." Above his head, the number representing his affection for her plummeted. It dropped from 85 to 70… 50… 30…

Jesus. This wasn’t the Caleb Weston I clung to at charity galas. This wasn’t the man who told me I’d be his queen once he was rid of Delilah. This was the man they plastered across the news now—Fraud King of Weston Enterprises. And me? I was his little sidepiece. His dumb accomplice! I never knew he had so many dirty secrets. Nice. Real nice. I leaned closer to the speaker and said, “Baby…”

My life had become this grim routine. This dive bar was nothing more than a hole in the wall, but for me, it was all I had left. I'd built a reputation of fear, of power, once – when the world trembled under my feet. But now? Now I was just a faded name, the ghost of an Alpha who had been ousted and forgotten, like a once-glorious beast that had become nothing more than a wounded animal.