Novel & Cerita Books With Betrayal

Furthermore, the betrayal may be fatal. Luca's words hang in the air like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves through me. My heart beats faster, the weight of what he's just spoken making it hard to breathe. A traitor. Someone close to us has been giving information to Gianni. Someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been right by our side. The thought makes my skin crawl, and I feel a cold dread sinking deep inside me. "Who?" Marco’s voice is like ice cold, rough, and full with rage. His posture is tight, his fists locked at his sides as he stares Luca down. He seems like he’s going to blow, the tension in the room dense and oppressive.

And then I saw it. Scrawled in jagged, almost desperate handwriting, as though someone had written it in a frenzy: “Beware the betrayal by fire, for it shall sever what no force can bind.” My breath caught. The words seemed to leap off the page, wrapping around my throat like a noose. Betrayal by fire. What did it mean? Was it talking about me? About Rigel? Everything seemed to get me so confused and just as I earlier said, the more I thought I was uncovering things, the more tricky and confusing it became for me.

He had them by the necks and I'm guessing Sal was still weak from losing his balls because he looked kinda pale in the moonlight and wasn't putting up much of a fight, unless Travis had worked him a little already. For some reason now that I was faced with them I was more pissed at her than him. She's the one I'd trusted with her, the one whose betrayal cut deep. Sal's fate was already set after what my girl had told me, but this one, she needed special attention. "What the fuck is she doing in that book?" No sense in beating around the bush. From the look of surprise on her face and the noise he made, they weren't expecting that, which meant they had no idea we'd gotten hold of the book.

Caitlin flew and flew. She had no idea where she was going, but wherever the wind took her would be fine with her. She felt as if she had nowhere to go, anyway, and nothing left to live for. Her beloved Caleb had betrayed her, and the only other person she cared for in the world, her brother, Sam, had probably betrayed her, too. After all, Sam had led Samantha, had led all of those evil vampires, right to her, right to the King’s Chapel. Was there anyone left in the world she could trust? Was it her destiny that everyone who came into her life ended up betraying her?

“I am now.” The words ripple outward, immediate and irreversible. “And did you feel betrayed?” I consider the question. “Yes,” I say. “But not just personally.” Her brows knit. “What do you mean?” “I mean betrayal isn’t only about romance,” I say. “It’s about power. About people deciding what truths you’re allowed to know.” Somewhere, a producer gasps. “I was engaged to a man who believed silence was protection,” I continue. “And best friends with a woman who believed winning justified everything.”

But the moment Maddie walked out of the studio, the smile slipped off Olivia’s face like a silk sheet yanked away. Her hands dropped to her sides, fingers clenching. Her jaw tightened. Then, a whisper, filled with venom: “I’m going to show you how it feels to be betrayed, Maddie.” Tears slipped silently down Olivia’s cheeks, hot and angry. “You’ll feel worse than I did… two years ago.” The memory crashed into her like thunder. Her eyes darkened with quiet rage. “I’m going to show you how it feels to be betrayed, Maddie,” she muttered under her breath. “How you made me feel two years ago.”

Too many hands touched these books, too many mouths shaped numbers into fictions. One truth is already clear. The betrayal wasn’t a drunken mutiny. It was an infection in the marrow of my own circle. Officers I hired. Wolves I trusted. Orrin, who once carried me half a mile through snow after my leg snapped. Lio, who served under my father and sharpened my blades when I was still learning where to hold them. Dever, who stitched his own chest closed in the field and laughed while he did it. All of them turned against me and chose violence instead of dialogue.

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

“I told him no, because if lord Jethro or Lydia found out that I was close to a banished vampire, especially him, they’d kill me on the spot. He wouldn’t listen. I’m so scared, my lady. Please help me.” Shock rooted me in place. The memory of that day at the border flashed bright in my head: Tristan’s mouth on mine, the wind, the gentle way he’d held me was still fresh in my mind. Then this... I felt I had been betrayed again. “What?” The word came out slightly, disbelieving. “No, that’s not possible.” “I swear it’s true, my lady,” she cried. “I didn’t want any of it.” I stared at her, mind spinning. Men! They're always the same. Jethro with his chains and lies, now Tristan with his sweet wo

“You’re just a pawn , little wolf. Pawns don’t choose how the game ends.” Rage burned in my chest.. I wanted to rip out of my bonds and tear into him. He stood and turned. “Try not to get too comfortable ,” he said as he walked out , slamming the door with a metallic boom that echoed endlessly. I slumped back , gasping. My mind whirled. Killian.. Mirabel. Of course. The betrayal. The manipulation. The chaos in the Moontown Pack. It wasn’t enough to break me they wanted me erased.