Novel & Cerita Betrayed By The Game

The night bled into morning, faint light on the horizon, but I didn’t move. I had been cooked. Exposed. Betrayed. But I was still John. And the game wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. I allowed the wave serenade me.

My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal. I try to hold myself back from crying. I try to tell myself that I am stronger than this. That I am a Luna. But when reality comes crashing down on me, it crushes my spirit as well. Squeezes my heart to the point of bleeding, leaving me breathless.

"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…

A child born from that same betrayal. My chest tightened. This time, my frustration turned toward myself. How could I still defend that? How could I judge him... When my own kind had already broken every promise it claimed to protect? "So what does that make me?" I asked through clenched teeth. "First I get betrayed..." "And now I'm the other woman?" The words tasted bitter. Ugly. But they felt dangerously close to the truth. "Of course not." Genaro frowned immediately. "I would never put you in that position."

The betrayal wasn’t just a maneuver; it was a chess game under moonlight, and we had been the pawns in her hands. I remembered months ago, when we spotted her in that alley, surrounded by shadows. What seemed like a casual encounter could very well have been a meticulously planned trap. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and every interaction I had with her was now eclipsed by distrust and betrayal. A wave of frustration overwhelmed me, and I felt as if I had been cleverly deceived.

"Alright, we'll be back as soon as we can." After I get off the phone my mind begins to wonder off. I know the other think I'm being paranoid with Muriel, but like I said she's the only thing I have left from my two dearest friends. She's the only thing I have left from the girl that was the first girl I have ever loved. It just wasn't met to be when she found out that Grey was her true mate. After Grey was killed in battle leaving Victoria and their unborn pup that I decide to give up my mate to take care of them. I was planning on after her giving birth is to mark her as my mate, even if that met, I'll lose my true mate forever and hurting her in the process. After she gave birth to Muriel

It was a glass trinket dropped from a hundred stories, exploding upon impact. My eyes burned and my vision went watery again. I sucked in a shaky breath and shook my head. A few hours ago, only a few hours ago, I had thought everything was perfectly fine. I’d still thought I would be getting married — maybe the end of this year, but most certainly by the end of next. I’d thought he was my one and only…and I’d thought he’d felt the same about me. I sniffled and tried to fight back the well of tears. He wasn’t going to make me cry. I wasn’t going to cry, I couldn’t let him make me cry…I racked my mind for anything other than the hurt. Any thought or memory or wish, anything that wasn’t focusin

Lisa, her gaze a mix of fear and regret, stammered, "Lucas, please, let us explain." But the explanation was a distant plea in the face of my rising fury. "I gave you everything. And this is how you repay me? With lies and deceit?" "Lucas," that man suddenly appeared from behind Lisa, his face a mask of guilt. "I'm sorry, man. It was a mistake." My heart sank as I realised the truth of their betrayal. I lunged at him in anger. The night echoed with the sounds of our struggle. David, unable to match my strength, crumpled under the relentless assault. Lisa, her eyes wide with horror, tried to intervene, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.