Betrayal Kiss Novels & Stories

Ivan took my hand, looking at me with unwavering sincerity. "Before God and everyone present, I hereby swear. "Through life and death, glory or ruin, my loyalty, my love, my everything, belong only to you." He unfastened his cufflinks, exposed his wrist, and made a small cut on his palm with a dagger. I did the same. Blood welled up, and he clasped my hand. Our fingers entwined while our blood mingled. "From this moment on, you are my wife. You are my family."

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

After all, he was someone who would work very hard to achieve his own dreams. However, he didn't know that he would have his dreams dashed after tomorrow. The next day, I was happily playing by the beach. When I got back to the shore, I realized that Aaron had called me at least a hundred times. Since he'd signed the divorce papers without giving me any trouble yesterday, I decided to play nice and return his calls. "Katrina Sanders, you evil witch! Didn't you say that we should end on a good note? Why did you have to go and play that video of Rachel and me just as we were about to get listed? The whole world has seen it! The company failed to get listed!"

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

That single touch was an unspoken vow, more binding than the king’s rings or the court’s decrees. His voice dropped, rough with restraint. “Tell me to stop.” She didn’t. The fire between them had already been lit. And in that silence, the first betrayal was born. The Kiss Behind the Crown The storm outside rattled the glass panes, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside her chest. His hand still lingered on hers a crime in itself, though barely a touch. Yet in that breath, in that stillness, it felt like treason more damning than any war.

He pulled back just enough for me to breathe, our lips still brushing. His eyes searched mine, unguarded and raw, like he was waiting for me to say something. To stop him. To tell him this was wrong. I didn’t. The silence answered for me. He kissed me again. And this time— I kissed him back. The betrayal hit instantly. Sharp. Nauseating. I didn’t know when it happened. One moment I was trapped inside my head, screaming at myself, and the next my mouth was moving against his, matching him.

“Does he please you, make you wet, Sareena? Huh? Does he kiss you like I always wanted too? Does he make your pussy ache the way I should? You wouldn’t let me touch you, but here you are with him.” His words sliced through me, crude and furious. But beneath the filth, I heard the pain. The feeling of betrayal. I shivered, but my body reacted, even as my mind screamed for me to put a stop to this. He spun me around and crashed his mouth onto mine. The kiss was wild, nothing soft or sweet about it. It was all tongue, teeth, heat, and fury. “Do his kisses make you this hot, Sareena?” he rasped, then kissing me again.

I whispered, my heart leaping into my throat. The heat I had been suppressing all day exploded. I reached up, my fingers tangling in the soft hair at the back of his neck, and pulled him down. I didn't care about the balcony. I didn't care about the hoes. I just wanted to reclaim the betrayal. I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that felt like a war. It was unending, desperate, and tasted like the three different types of tequila I had downed. "You just make me lose my sanity every damn time," I groaned against his mouth.

Assets on a ledger. His fingers locked onto Cassandra's hand. Lifted it. Displayed it like a trophy. The whispers started instantly. Sharp as glass shards, they cut through the silence Ava had mistaken for anticipation. "Is that his little placeholder over there?" "The Hale girl. Three years, and he never did make it official." "A mere distraction. A thoroughbred needs a real Luna, not some mid-tier wolf from a side-street pack..." Ava didn't hear the rest. Her blood had become very loud in her ears.

" Every word Melissa said hit Wanda like a hammer. The way she held my arm seemed intimate and natural. It was a silent declaration. Wanda stared at Melissa's hand. Her eyes were filled with jealousy and reluctance to give up. She looked helplessly at Melissa, then at me. Her lips trembled as she pointed at Melissa. "W-Who is she?" The question sounded weak. I didn't answer her. I simply reached out and gently pulled my sleeve free from Wanda's grip. I then spoke calmly. "She's my new partner."