Betrayals Book Novels & Stories

Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack? Seeing how grief had taken its toll on him and made him look even more worn out, my chest tightened. However, my voice was still just as cold as I said, "I'm just a Beta. How could I possibly steal the antidote from the Alpha's daughter? Don't blame me for everything." "Blame it on you?" Marcus finally exploded, and his aura began to warp because of his fury as his claws came toward me again. Once again, I stepped sideways and dodged the attack. However, Marcus's claws slashed his own arm instead. Blood poured out of the deep gash in no time.

The moment she said that, my expression shifted, but it only made my face colder. "Saved your life?" I repeated. "Didn't my sister save your life, too? Despite that, you were willing to slander her, let my mother die, and let my sister's body be left out there and reduced to ashes. I really want to know what kind of debt could ever be worth that much." "Arthur, what are you talking about?" Winona asked, her voice shaking. "We don't understand. When did I ever cause your mother's death? Isn't she doing fine in the nursing home?"

My mouth begin to water at the incredible sight before as he stands naked, his back towards me. Heat flares up in my core and I can feel my pussy getting wet. Just then, my phone buzzes in my hand, piercing through my thoughts. A message notification pops up on the screen, I squint my eyes, frowning as I click it. It loads for a moment, then the words appear. “Betrayal comes from the one you love. Men shouldn't be trusted.”

And I would be there, hidden in plain sight, guiding every move, waiting for the moment when the shadows I had cast would finally reveal themselves. The night fell over the city, the calm before the storm, and I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The betrayal, the grief, the pain—all of it was fuel now. I was no longer merely surviving. I was preparing to strike, and Samuel Rivers would pay for every deceit, every poisoned word, every life he had manipulated for his gain. And Zayne? He was more than an ally. He was the devil in the details, the storm behind the calm, the darkness I had once feared but now relied on. Together, we were unstoppable.

Evelyn’s POV The discovery of the doctored photographs, emails and other things that I couldn’t review right now was a gut-punch of reality, but it was also a reminder about how high the stakes I was dealing with here. My guilt over abandoning Zeke was now replaced by a cold, burning clarity. The betrayal was real, but it was Damien's, not Zeke's. I was where I needed to be to retrieve him. Our plan had been solid until Sophia gave into the temptation and ruined everything we worked on for months within a couple of minutes.

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

The thought of losing my best friend was unbearable. Romantic feelings were unavoidable, but when directed toward the wrong people, they had to be buried deep inside, never to see the light of day. … My trainees won first place in the competition, and one of them, a rich kid, booked a private room in a high-end club. He bragged about the male escorts there, saying they were super handsome and how he wanted to show us a good time. We all got excited and drank too much. Luckily, when I came out of the bathroom this time, I did not bump into anyone familiar. However, I could not shake this feeling of bitterness.

Jeremiah and Suzan’s late father. ‘’Your father was my very good friend, and the both of us trusted each other. But he betrayed me. He informed me. Suzan was then very shocked, hearing that her father betrayed him. She was aware that both her father and Mr.Jeremiah were great friends. Even before the painful murder of her late father and mother, she knew how they were very close with Mr.Jeremiah. Truly, she was provoked after hearing such words of information. But then, she refused to let it be known to him that she already knew about the details of those who murdered her parents.

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

It spoke in a hundred voices all at once: "You have written love into the record, so love must face a test." Its paper-like hand reached out towards them, as sharp as blades. Camela's quill broke in two. The pages of the journal curled up, glowing red with new words: “Next trial: The Game of Betrayal.” The figure leaned down, its mouth stretching into a grin. "Who will betray first?" The ground shattered beneath them. And they fell again.