Betrayed The Book Novels & Stories

“He’s out there—with them. He… he must have told them. He exposed us.” The words sank like stones in my chest, heavy and suffocating. Betrayal cut deeper than the wound in my hand, sharper than any blade. I had trusted him—trusted his hands, his knowledge, the care that kept me breathing. And now he stood with the wolves who wanted me caught… or dead. Another voice jeered from outside, cruel and mocking. “Don’t try to run. We’ll drag both of you out if we must. Your little act ends tonight.”

He betrayed me he cheated on my and produced a child that he hid from me he lied I never kept anything from him he knew the moment I felt the mate bond toward Jasper that I needed to mate with him as well and he never said anything against it. When, I finished my spat with Draco I went back to the prison I was out to make the other two suffer I didn’t feel Legacy or Mircale I knew Faith was with Aspyn she had been hiding from me all day, I had them bring out the next person and this time I didn’t even give them time to talk I cut out their tongue, then I shoved the potion down their throat and I started cut and slice and make sure that they suffered and then heal back up the more I played w

Not when everything was on the line. But the traitor wasn’t done. They stepped forward, and I heard the words, spoken low and steady, the knife twisting in my chest. “You never should have trusted me, Seraphina,” the voice said. “I’ve been waiting for this day... just like the Prophet.” And then, the world shattered. The trap had been set. And the betrayal cut deeper than I ever could have imagined. The fight was already over. And we had lost. The question wasn’t whether we could win now. It was whether we could survive what came next.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE ZOEY The letter sat on the table open and it stared right back at me like it was mocking me with its neat, cruel words. “You were never worth the bloodshed because you betrayed him.” Those words felt like a sharp sword slicing through my chest, butthey couldn’t be true. Graham wouldn’t say that. He wouldn’t abandon me, not like this. I know I betrayed him and broke his trust but he wouldn’t just abandon me just like that, would he?

Not after everything we'd been through together. But there was no mistaking that face, those eyes, that familiar presence twisted into something monstrous. "Welcome to the future, Theo," the Serpent said, smiling. "The age of pure supernatural beings is over." I stared at the face of someone I'd trusted with my life. Someone who'd fought beside us, bled with us, earned our loyalty and love. Someone who'd been betraying us the entire time. And as the full weight of the betrayal crashed down on me, I realized Thelma's vision must have shown her this same face.

She pulled it out, surprised at the weight. The cover was plain, but when she opened it, the pages revealed neat, handwritten notes in bold strokes of ink. Not a novel, but a journal. Elena’s heart thudded. She shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t. Yet curiosity pushed her further, flipping through the pages. Dates stretched back years, each entry short, precise, controlled. And then she found it—words that made her blood run cold: “Trust is a liability. Betrayal is inevitable. Never let them close.”

I had always believed that even if he grew close to Summer, the class beauty, and even developed feelings for her in high school, our place in each other’s hearts would remain special. In sophomore year, some jealous girls had spread rumors that I was obsessively chasing him, trying to come between him and Summer. When Jason found out, he kicked over a desk in front of the whole class. Pointing at the girls, he shouted, “Emily is my childhood friend. If anyone dares to spread lies about her again, don’t blame me for being merciless!” At the time, I was certain I had a place in his heart. But now it seemed that had only been an act to maintain his image as loyal and sentimental.

But, should I be angry? The answer should be on the tip of your tongue….. No. I don't have any right to be angry at him because I might have done the same thing if I was betrayed. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the consequences of being attached to the only person I betrayed. And maybe in the midst of his politeness, I thought, maybe somewhere in the deep pools of his forest greens, he saw me. The real me. What a grave illusion it was! Why would Xavier Knight whom I betrayed would ever consider anything except loyalty from my side. And, maybe he was right. I might be one of his side chicks who got screwed last night.

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.

I held the diagnosis and stood on the balcony for a long time. The evening wind rustled the paper in my hand. In the end, I picked up a lighter and set it on fire. The flame rose and consumed every word on the paper. It also burned away the heavy, suffocating past. Be it love, hatred, obsession or betrayal, it was all over. With Wanda gone, and with the diagnosis reduced to ashes, everything had finally faded away. What I needed to do wasn't dwell on the past.