Betrayed Myself Novels & Stories

It's been a month since I found out the savior of my life, whom I trusted the most just used me as a money-making machine. I felt betrayed. All I do for the last four weeks is just get drunk and knock out. My heart hurt not because I broke up with him but the feeling that I was fooled by him and allowed him to use me. I hate myself for being this dumb.

I stood in the middle of it, naked except for my shame. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. What have I done? I had failed. Utterly. Completely. I had betrayed myself. I had betrayed the warriors who trusted me. I had betrayed my people. I had betrayed Bloodfang. And worst of all— I had betrayed Selena. Her name surged through my chest like wildfire. I saw her face in my mind: her gentle smile, her strength, the way her eyes softened whenever she looked at me. I remembered the morning, how she’d wanted to come with us. How she’d begged to stand by my side.

"I guess I'll settle for the classic spaghetti. Can't go wrong there, right?” A wave of his hand dismissed my self-deprecation. "Don't even say that, Lucy. You're being too hard on yourself." His words were kind, but they did little to ease the crushing weight of guilt. With a choked sob, I buried my face in my hands, the crisp linen napkin a poor barrier against the storm of emotions threatening to engulf me. "I feel like I'm a betrayer," I confessed, my voice muffled. "Selfish...like the worst friend anyone could ask for." Shame burned in my throat, a bitter aftertaste of a terrible decision.

"I'd say this will be painless, but I promised Lycaon I'd make you suffer. Something about betrayal deserving consequences." "I never betrayed you." "You betrayed yourself. That's worse." He gestured to the center of the chamber. "Come here." I should have fought. Should have shifted, attacked, done anything except comply. But what was the point? I'd destroyed every good thing in my life chasing after men who saw me as a tool. I'd betrayed my cousin, helped murder an innocent man, thrown away every shred of decency I'd once possessed. For what? For the illusion of being wanted. For the desperate hope that someone powerful might choose me.

''' I pushed him and held him from his collar. ''''I thought you are my best friend.. I can't believe you betrayed me. Out of everyone else I trusted you. I have told you everything about me and yet you betrayed me???? I really am an as*****. I am fu**** idiot. I thought that you were a loyal friend and I can count on you. I shared everything with you not just professional but my personal life was like an open book to you. '''' ''''I know I know man. And Believe me I didn't betray you.. I swear I didn't betray you. I am loyal to you and you can still count on me.''''

"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

he asked “Destroy him” I replied “Damn, what did he do to you?” he asked. “Don’t tell me you are the one responsible for the whole chaos?” he asked his eyes wide. “You could say that” I was playing with fire, Noah could as well betray me and go to Liam, but I had faith and I trusted my gut. Silence stretched and then he leaned forward “Don’t get married to Liam and I will help you” He said. “You are too good for him” he added.

The memory tasted like bile now. “You don’t owe me anything,” I said, low. Lucas’s jaw worked. “Maybe I don’t owe you anything. Maybe I owe my own conscience.” He looked back at me. “Or maybe—” He stopped himself, the rest of the sentence hanging like a shard. “Maybe I can’t watch you be discarded and stand still.”

My stepbrother’s wife. My childhood crush. Reality crashed down on me like a tidal wave. Guilt, shame, and disbelief flooded my senses all at once. Though she had initiated everything the night before, I couldn’t escape the truth—I had crossed an unforgivable line. I had betrayed my stepbrother. I had betrayed myself. Without saying a word, I quietly left the room. I told myself it was a mistake—just a drunken accident. I convinced myself it would never matter… after all, I believed I was infertile.

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.