Betrayed By The Game Novels & Stories

To repay them for something that had never been his fault. But now, after all these years—after everything—he had learned the truth. They had set him up. They had used him. His entire life had been a game they played, a trap they had set long ago. And he had walked straight into it. How could anyone survive a betrayal like this? James was silent now. His breathing had evened out, but his shoulders were still rigid, his body stiff with tension.

I was foolish listening to her, and letting her win, but after all these weeks, I now could see the game she had played with me, which almost cost me everything. But at that moment, I could feel that I wasn’t the only one feeling the betrayal by her, as I began to feel Alpha Gunner’s feelings, telling me that he too could see her for what she is. Squeezing his hand, I let him know that I was here now beside him, and that I was going to remain by his side, as we both seek justice, for all the pain and heartache she has caused us.

"We have a bigger problem. The serum came from inside your pack. Amelia's influence runs deeper than we thought." Another message flashed: "Stay where you are. There are more traitors than we realized." I opened the drawer of my desk and pushed in the wedding photo, finally ready to let go of the past. Rain continued pouring with thunder rolling across London. My eyes closed, knowing this was really only the first page of battle: his betrayal was just the beginning of a game that threatened everything we had built up. And in the building below, a monster wore my ex-hus band's face and dreamed of power he was never meant to possess.

"She's never done. None of you are. Because I didn't save you out of kindness. I saved you because you're assets. Tools. Pieces in a game you don't understand yet." Trina raised her gun. "Let us leave. Now." "Leave to where? You're dead remember? The world thinks you burned. There's nowhere to go. No life to return to. This is it. This compound. This mission. Me." "I'll kill you." "You'll try. But you won't succeed. Because despite everything, despite the lies and betrayal and manipulation, you want to know what happens next. You want to see where this goes. You want to understand the game."

I quickly opened a bottle of wine neatly placed on the table and downed it in a go. That was when I broke. I dropped by the bed and sank to the floor, the rug, soft under my knees as I folded into myself. My whole body shook but I didn't even care that I was sobbing like a child. It poured out of me. Everything. The pain, the betrayal, the shame, the rage. All of it. The image of Tristan and Taylor together… in our bed having sex kept flashing in my head, and every time it did, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I moved closer. The traitor turned at the sound, eyes narrowing. Recognition flashed across their face. “Adrian…” Their voice faltered, disbelief mingling with fear. I stepped into the dim light, weapon trained but not firing. “We need to talk,” I said, voice low, controlled. “You betrayed us. You betrayed her. You betrayed me. And now… you pay the price.” The traitor laughed, harsh, bitter. “You think you can stop this? You’re already behind, Knight. Too late. You’ve already lost.”

“You are the most foolish woman in the world. “If you just wanted a man out of desperation, you could’ve remarried, preserved your dignity. “I was away for years and couldn’t take care of you and Bran properly. I wouldn’t have blamed you—in fact, I would’ve given you a large sum of money as compensation.” “But you had no right to cross my bottom line.” Tears streamed down Celina’s face as she looked at me. “Please don’t hate me, Callum,” she sobbed. “It was Andy! He told me you had defected and that our entire family would be implicated! “He tricked me! I swear! “I thought he came to save us. So what if we had to live under someone else’s roof and watch our words and actions?” That had to be

After Jackson went back that day, he didn’t sign the settlement document I handed him. The next day, he simply threw it into the trash. He’s been having his subordinates wait downstairs at my apartment to track my movements. But in the past few days, I hadn’t gone down at all. Later, the arms dealer sent an email. Since we didn’t pay the deposit on time, that batch of weapons had already been sold to someone else. When I heard the news, I felt a bit of regret. However, I quickly accepted the result.

“I just received the update.” My stomach sank before he even said it. “He’s dead, ma’am. Shot twice. We don’t know who ordered the hit yet.” The hallway tilted. Or maybe I did. All the fragile hope I’d been clutching cracked straight through the middle. I’d finally started to believe I was close to something—one truth, one answer, one person who could tell me why my life had been torn apart. And now he was gone. Erased. “Serena.” Lucas’s voice was sharper now, closer. My knees buckled, and I barely felt the floor drop before his arms caught me.

I finally responded. “Do you not think that the pain of betrayal is a form of abuse?” he asked incredulously. “I guess I never thought of it that way. However, infidelity toward the bond would be wilfully causing your mate harm, and I can see that clearly now that you have pointed it out. Alpha, I did ask Tyler to reject me before he intentionally did things to cause me pain, but he said we couldn’t do that, or we could both lose our titles,” I confessed.