Betrayed Myself Novels & Stories

I had been betrayed by the person I trusted the most after my mother who wasn't even alive anymore. I was betrayed by My Daniel. A fool. That's what I was to trust him. To cry infront of him. To tell him my deepest and darkest secrets. To think we had a future together. Snap! I gazed down at the ground as I saw my foot over a weak dry twig. A broken twig. Or was it the sound of my soul which was breaking further apart. The snap felt like a wake call that awoke me from this beautiful, sweet dream I've been having for the past few days.

For once, I am going to be selfish and give up my only chance at happiness since everything I touch turns to shit. I betrayed my pack. I betrayed my family. I almost killed my mate. These things show how untrustworthy I am; Dimitri Volkov, the traitorous Gamma. A hollow feeling settles into my chest, and I breathe in the pain, so it sinks into my bones. I deserve this; I know I do.

I mumbled, my heart threading into minute pieces. This was the highest form of betrayal.

Finally see that I'm not worth it? I am to blame. If only I had been careful, then he wouldn't have found out. I hate the guilt eating me up, and these fucking hormones aren't helping either. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I slid those delicate fingers through my hair before scattering it in frustration. Tate hates me now! He doesn't want me! I betrayed him. Betrayed our trust. Why can't I just believe he would be able to understand in the first place? I am such a fool!

I didn’t know if I’d ever see those rebels again. Only one thing was clear: I couldn’t undo what I had done. I couldn’t take back my betrayal. All I could do was wait, and hope that somehow, things would change. But deep down, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Not for me. Not for them. Not for anyone. Ronan was waiting by my room as I was led quietly to it. I looked up at him, barely recognizing him from all the thoughts in my head. “I did it,” I whispered, and then I shivered. It wasn't from the cold. It was far deeper than that. I felt like I had sold my conscience and morals because I felt like I could save the pack my way.

I knew who he was, he was Beta to our neighbouring pack. I had always admired him but seeing this squashed my heart. So I rejected him, then I left him staring at me in shock. I struggled through the pain and stumbled blindly back to my friends, and when they saw me, they knew something severe had happened, without a word spoken, they knew to get me home to my parents, they knew I wouldn't speak until I was with them. I will freely admit that the next few days are a total blur of pain, misery and anguish. It is impossible to fully explain the pain of rejecting someone, the feeling of your heart being pulled from your chest, the crushing heaviness, the endless devastation, no words I can thi

She spotted it quickly. She looked happy as she opened the gate and set a timer to close the gate for a minute she turned on the motor’s engine and heated it for a few seconds. Then, she fixed her helmet as she finally squeezed the handle and drove off. *********** He had a bad dream. His mate had left him. His Lycan had been trying to wake him up but his body was simply heavy like he had drunk some drugs. Right. That’s right. It was his mate. His damn mate betrayed him.

The once proud company was collapsing, and everybody knew it. Meanwhile, Tracy hadn't slept since last night when she heard the news. She was shaking a little as she poured out a glass of water for herself. Her phone buzzed. It was Victor. "Tracy," his voice came cold and sharp through the receiver. "You betrayed me." She froze. “Victor, I—no! I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me!” he snarled. “The police are everywhere. You gave them something, didn’t you?”

His eyes—full of regret. She walked over to the floor-length mirror and stared at her reflection. Her makeup was still flawless, her lips still wore a shade of bold red, and her posture screamed power. But her eyes… they betrayed her. “What if he’s truly sorry?” The thought came uninvited, gentle at first, then louder, like a drumbeat. Chris had hurt her—deeply. He’d betrayed her trust, broken her heart, and married her sister. But tonight, for the first time, he hadn’t worn the mask of arrogance. He had looked genuinely lost.

How could I have let myself be so lost in him that I let this happen? I feel like I’ve betrayed myself. Betrayed Clarissa. Betrayed Dante. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. I was supposed to walk away, give her back her life, and find a way to piece mine together again. Not… this. I can’t tell him or anyone for that matter. I can’t. If I do, it’ll ruin everything. I can’t raise a child on my own either. That idea terrifies me even more.