Romans & histoires Betrayer Novel

the betrayer murmured, “the less of him will remain. Soon, there will be nothing left to save.” Rigel’s pulse thundered in his ears. He knew that. Of course he knew that. Every second Daniel spent under the ancient evil’s influence, he slipped further away. But why? Why was the betrayer telling him this? “What do you want?” Rigel asked, voice tight. The betrayer smiled again. “A simple exchange.” “Your life, for his.” A Choice With No Right Answer Rigel’s body went still. His mind blanked. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

she started, but Dannie stopped listening. She stared at them confused. That was it? Everyone went on talking as if everything was normal. This was supposedly Balric the Betrayer. The first and most savage criminal. He spent several of his lives before he was reborn into her mother, enacting revenge for his murdered son. He and her mom alone killed four werewolves together. Cass didn’t have any more questions? She was right that he was here and in that body was impossible. Why did he pretend not to be triggered by Dannie? She cleared her throat loudly to catch their attention. “Well this has been weird and I’ve reached my quota for the month. I’ll see you guys later.”

I never expected this. I honestly thought that Daniel would pass, but he didn't, and in a flash, he was masturbating in full view of a screaming crowd. I immediately turned my eyes away, disgusted by his lewdness. After he finished, he was handed an envelope with ten thousand dollars in cash. I swallowed hard. This wasn't what I had signed up for. This wasn't the game I had expected. I remembered what Becca had said and silently prayed to every god above that my name wouldn't be drawn because I couldn't handle it. I'd rather not play if my friend was going to cover for me anyway.

Someone we trusted. Selene stood beside me, her presence grounding me even as my wolf clawed at my insides, demanding vengeance. Her hand brushed mine, a silent reminder to stay calm. But how could I? Betrayal was a wound that cut deeper than any blade. The traitor knelt before us, their head bowed, their face hidden by the shadows. My heart pounded as I stared at them, trying to reconcile the person I thought I knew with the one who had sold us out to the enemy.

The room crackled with tension as we presented the evidence, each piece a damning indictment of their treachery. "You thought you could bring me down," Ethan's voice rang out, his tone filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "But you underestimated the strength of our bond, the resilience of this company. You will pay for your betrayal." The betrayer's face contorted with a mix of defiance and desperation. "It was never personal. It was all about power and money," they spat out, their voice laced with venom. I stepped forward, my voice calm yet firm. "You may have thought you held the cards, but you underestimated our determination to protect what we've built. Your deceit ends here."

His hand touches the hair lightly, and a faint, normal smile crosses his lips. "Your hair is really nice." "Thank you," I say, knowing that the burden wasn't already gone, but the feeling of everyday normal was good for once. AUTHOR’S NOTE Sometimes betrayal isn’t born from greed; it’s born from desperation. What would you do if your family’s lives were hanging on the line? Would you betray another just to keep them safe? Luneth thinks she knows her answer. Drexon has his own. But Maljore’s shadow is always one step ahead, ready to twist compassion into a weapon.

But my hand pushed it open anyway. And there it was. Adrian. My fiancé. The man I had promised my whole life to. Pinned beneath my sister. Her hair tangled in his fists. Her lips smeared across his skin. His voice moaning her name—her name, not mine. The world stopped spinning. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stare, to brand the betrayal into my memory. My chest cracked open, bleeding invisible wounds no one would ever see. My mind screamed that this couldn’t be real, but the scent of her perfume and the sound of his gasping breath told me otherwise. The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse.

“And some of them… were closer than you ever imagined.” I felt the truth hit like a freight train. The betrayal wasn’t just Vex. It wasn’t just Bishop. Someone else—someone I trusted—was playing their own game. The rain pounded harder. Engines roared closer. The ledger felt heavy against my chest, Luca heavier in my arms, and the night heavier on my shoulders. The alleyway ended. There was no escape. Vex stepped forward, dagger glinting. Bishop beside him, smili ng that same sickening grin.

I took pity on a neighbor and threw him a lifeline. Every bit of strength drained right out of Walter, and he stumbled backward. "When you stabbed me in the back, did you stop for one second to think about who was putting food on your son's table?" I looked at him, feeling completely drained. "You probably didn't because you thought I was a sucker—a golden goose you could pluck for everything I was worth. But let me make one thing crystal clear. Suncrest Enterprises isn't in the business of feeding parasites. Jonathan's termination notice is getting handed to him this afternoon."