Novel & Cerita Burning Betrayal Reviews

"If there's an injustice that needs to be addressed, I'll do everything I can to resolve it. Just say the word." Hudson pressed himself as close to her as he could, his voice trembling. "I'm scared…" Rebecca clapped her hands, and someone stepped forward to remove their blindfolds. She then said to me, "Arthur, everyone involved is here. Whatever you want to do with them is your call." I looked at the people across from me, but there was no sense of satisfaction in me at all. All I felt was hatred and disgust. The moment the blindfold came off, the tension on Winona's face eased a little. She looked at me with the same unreadable calm she always had.

He pressed his chest flush against my back, fervent heat burning silence between us. Slowly descending his hands upon my shoulders, fiery fingertips scorching my skin through the mesh. His eyes were pitch-black, a vortex of possession and malevolence. “Yes, I do.” He answered with a honeyed voice. “I wanted to match you – because you’re the only one I’ll ever want.” Acid churned in my stomach, guilt torturing my soul in its vice grip. I have committed the ultimate betrayal, more painful than a sword through the heart. Lazarus will never forgive me for joining The Rebel’s Creed who were actively trying to destroy him.

Not just yet. “Goodbye, succubus.” Beta Zion drops the burning torch onto the heap of dry hay that lay beneath my bare feet and all too soon, the hay catches fire and the flames begin to spread, dancing like gipsies around my feet. I close my eyes as the first lick of flame makes its way up the stake and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. I whisper, “Alpha, did you betray me?”

“I deserve it. Every bit of it. But I can’t just watch you walk into the fire when I know what’s waiting for you. I need to protect you.” Her laugh came out low, broken. “Protect me?” she said, like the words were poison on her tongue. “I need protection from you, you goddamned monster! Nothing in this world could ever hurt me the way you did — sleeping with her!” That hit harder than the slap. And I knew that pain. I knew it down to the marrow — the way betrayal claws through you, how it burns the lungs, splinters the bones, how every breath tastes like ash and blood. Because my mate made me taste every bit of it for years.

she said. The room seemed to dim. What does she mean by that…what kind of fire is she talking about. I shifted, lips parting slightly. “You’re saying I’m going to burn?” I asked. She hesitated, then looked me dead in the eyes. “You will be betrayed by someone you once loved. Their love will become obsession. And their obsession… will turn into fire. That fire will destroy you. Physically.” I blinked. “Physically, like emotionally?” I questioned.

The flames were not just physical; they tore at her soul, devouring everything in their path. Revenge. It surged through her like a wave, consuming her thoughts before the darkness took hold. She felt the need for vengeance rise, a primal hunger. She was not going to die weak. She was not going to die forgotten. The flames roared louder in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the pack, the sounds of her betrayal. She could feel the heat, the burn, and her blood seemed to boil with it. The thought of Darius—of all of them—betraying her, casting her aside, pretending she was nothing… the betrayal that had ripped her apart inside. It was the last thing she would ever feel.

"Most people try to get closer to me." "I'm not most people." Genaro's eyes stayed on her. "I noticed." They walked inside. The first people who saw them went quiet. Then more heads turned. Whispers followed almost immediately. "Is that Azerbel?" "With Alpha Genaro?" "What is happening?" Azerbel wanted to lower her head. She wanted to disappear before everyone decided she had betrayed Hellfire. Genaro kept walking as though nothing unusual was happening. "How do you feel?" he asked quietly. "Like everyone wants to curse me."

My gaze lifts to the stairs and I see Isabel running down. What is betrayal like? It tastes like iron in your mouth. It feels like ice shards digging into your gut, over and over again. What does it look like? It looks like my fucking best friend. “Bel,” I whisper, my mouth dry, my voice hoarse. I want to curse her to death. Curse them both to hell. Her shirt’s missing a few buttons and her skirt is in shreds like Alexander’s. They couldn’t even wait to take their clothes off.

In that moment, I realized that sometimes, even those we hold closest can disappoint us, and the wounds they leave may take time to heal. I stormed inside my room, leaving the havoc behind. A tempest of rage surged through me, an inferno of fury that threatened to consume every ounce of my being. The thought of her betrayal, the lies that had woven a web of deceit around our love, had ignited a fire within me, one that burned with a ferocity I had never known.

I felt betrayed, and even more heart broke than I was when Jake and I broke up. I called Eric immediately, because I needed some type of comfort. When he came, I told him everything that Carla made me do and how Jake was a two timing little bitch. I was too angry to think straight, so I told Eric I was going to report Carla to the CEO, and also turn myself in. Eric wasn't in support but I had made up my mind, I couldn't sit back and watch Carla take everything from me.