Betrayer Novel Novels & Stories

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

I was dragged back to the mining camp like a dead dog. Right in front of me, Butcher hauled Amina into the center of the square. “This,” he said, “is the price of betraying me.” He ripped Amina’s clothes apart and shouted to the werewolf guards behind him, “She’s yours.” I could only watch as those beasts swarmed around her.

The kind of look that took inventory of everything, every detail, every crack in my composure, every place where the three years I had been carrying this had left visible marks. Then he said, very quietly, "Explain." Just that one word. And something inside me broke open. "I didn't know who you were when I signed the contract," I said. "I knew your name. I knew the basic arrangement. A surrogate pregnancy, standard terms, good compensation. I needed the money and the terms were clear and I told myself it was straightforward." My voice was already unsteady and I pressed on before it could fail completely. "I found out who you really were about eight months in. What your family was. What the C

I squeezed Roman's hand tighter, my heart racing. Chloe hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. She walked over to where we stood. "Hi, sis," she said, her voice a little shaky. She extended her hand, like we were old friends. I stared at her hand, hanging there in the air. I didn't move. Didn't take it. The betrayal burned in my chest, fresh all over again. Chloe pulled her hand back, awkwardly. "You're still mad, huh?"

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Not my mother’s voice. Not the childlike thing under the bed. This voice was lower. Older. Angrier. “Betrayer.” Damien went still. My fingers tightened around the journal. “Please tell me you heard that.” His jaw locked. Great. That meant yes. The word came again, from the floor this time. “Betrayer.” Every picture on my bedroom wall tilted toward him. Not toward me. Him. Damien stepped back. The house groaned. The floor beneath him darkened, not with blood, but with something like shadow blooming through the grain.

That earned a faint smile. “How do you handle betrayal?” Direct. No buildup. Emma didn’t hesitate. “I adjust.” Rowan nodded slowly. “Control or chaos?” “Control,” she replied. “Chaos is just control you don’t understand yet.” That— That held his attention. Fully. For the first time— He leaned back slightly. Studying her. “What would you do,” he asked, quieter now, “if everything you trusted was taken from you?” Emma didn’t look away. “It already was.”

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."

She started taking small steps towards me which was irritating me. " I don't have all the time in the world for you, Ms. Taylor. Walk fast." I noticed her flinch at my sudden rise in voice . Walking hurriedly, she took a seat opposite me. I leaned back on my chair , keeping my eyes fixed on her. Looking at her face made me visualise everything. The memories were as fresh as we're from yesterday. The face which once was my world, I always wanted to see the beautiful smile on her face but she crushed those feelings. She threw whatever we had in flames. Now I want nothing more than to see pain in her face. In the last three years , each time she came to my mind, her betrayal overpowered our

One call will begin the unraveling of everything they hold dear. But first, I need to find Miller. My old partner in crime. My former lover. My greatest betrayer. He thinks hiding from me will save him. He's about to learn how very wrong he is. The game begins now. (NOTE: THE BABY ARIA WAS PREGNANT WITH IN THE END OF BOOK 1 WON’T BE ADDED IN BOOK 2. IT JUST FOCUS MORE ON JESSICA REVENGE) THANKS CHAPTER 1: BLOOD AND BETRAYAL