Bretrayed 소설 & 이야기

And then he spoke. “You really thought I wouldn’t be here to say goodbye?” The Broker stepped out from the shadows like a figure from a waking nightmare. Impeccably dressed, as always. Calm. Unhurried. Like we were meeting for coffee, not standing between a prison and the outside world. I stepped between him and the others. My claws were already halfway out. He didn’t flinch. “Let them go,” I said. He sighed. “Always the noble turn at the end. You were programmed for it, you know. The rebellion reflex. It was a known glitch in early subjects—an unavoidable side effect of emotional memory retention. We let it play out. It makes the final stage so much more dramatic.”

“Leonardo, I love you so much. Give me more, please.” It felt like something was crushing my heart. The scene before me was like a dagger piercing through me. I instinctively took a step back, wanting to leave, but in my haste, I accidentally knocked over a nearby tray and caused a loud clatter. Leonardo’s movements froze. His expression instantly turned gloomy. His gaze became ominous. "Who’s there?" He asked.

Amara’s POV I didn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard their voices ,Kael’s low and certain, the others silent but complicit. Give her to Lilith. Save the pack. By dawn, my body ached with exhaustion, but my mind was sharper than ever. I’d lived long enough as prey to know what betrayal smelled like. It wasn’t fire or steel. It was whispers. Quiet steps behind doors. Eyes that never quite met yours.

Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack? Seeing how grief had taken its toll on him and made him look even more worn out, my chest tightened. However, my voice was still just as cold as I said, "I'm just a Beta. How could I possibly steal the antidote from the Alpha's daughter? Don't blame me for everything." "Blame it on you?" Marcus finally exploded, and his aura began to warp because of his fury as his claws came toward me again. Once again, I stepped sideways and dodged the attack. However, Marcus's claws slashed his own arm instead. Blood poured out of the deep gash in no time.

“Every hidden thread, every attempt at deceit, every whisper of betrayal has been chronicled. Brenda’s network is visible, her strategies transparent, her manipulations neutralized.” Mathapelo, her voice steady and reassuring, stated, “Strength is revealed through trials. Betrayal tests us, but unity withstands all. We act as one, and we endure as one.” Abby looked toward Brenda’s darkened property, a silent determination in his gaze. “She will continue. Her schemes will grow more desperate and more elaborate. But with unity, vigilance, and strategic action, we are unbreakable. Every betrayal she attempts only strengthens our awareness and cohesion.”

Ares snapped. “Listen to what?” I mumbled? The energy drained from my body at the horrible sight alone. I looked up at him, my eyes coated with a layer of moisture. His chest had fresh marks of nails scratching, he still smelled of her and the scent of betrayal and deceit made me nauseous. “I am so sorry, Ira.” Myra apologised in a voice coated with honey but it only travelled like poison to my ears. “But Alpha Ares was feeling alone. He was so upset and I just wanted to help him—”

"Zaid... we need to talk. Let me explain why—" "I don't care about your explanations, Betony," Zaid cut her off, his dark face hardening into a terrifying slab of stone. He stepped closer to her, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper that carried more venom than any bullet he had ever fired. "You look at yourself in the mirror lately?" Zaid rasped. "You look at what you did in this building over the last weeks? The Betrayal . The poison. The quiet lies. The way you manipulated every man on this mountain until they slaughtered each other in the halls."

Or were all these words merely a grand performance orchestrated by a man standing at the peak of power—someone already all too familiar with psychological manipulation? A sudden wave of dread enveloped Alma, leaving a cold chill running down her spine. She realized she was terrified of his betrayal. And once you fear betrayal, it means you have truly begun to care. That terrifying thought made her chest tighten, for this was an absolute taboo in a transactional contract. Tomorrow night, at that Room 2026, she would go alone to find the ultimate answer. It would either be the final blade that thoroughly crushed this misplaced affection that had just begun to spark, or the sole remaining chanc

He pulled out his phone and opened a folder, “I tracked it straight to an upscale hotel on the east side of the city and the time-stamped entry logs right here.” Sloane took the phone with steady fingers, but Damon noticed the tiniest tremble in her wrist. “I see,” she said quietly as she scanned the lines of dates and times. “I need you steady tonight,” Damon said, closing the door behind him. “No matter what happens, don’t react. He’ll be watching for it.” “I always perform well under pressure, Mr. Cross.” “This isn’t pressure,” he said quietly. “This is betrayal, up close.”

Ever since I was a child, I could enter the dreams of the people closest to me. However, I could only do it three times in my entire life. I used my first chance when I was ten. In my father's dream, I saw him holding another woman and telling her he had fallen out of love with my mother long ago. Heartbroken, I ran to tell my mother everything. Three months later, they divorced, and I moved in with her. I used my second chance at sixteen. In the dream, a wealthy man held my mother's hand and promised to marry her. He had only one condition: she could not bring along her unwanted baggage. He was referring to me. The next day, my mother left me $30,000 and disappeared without a trace