Dirty Little Traitor 소설 & 이야기

Starting with the women we’ve bled to protect. One word kept showing up, over and over again. Scribbled in the margins beside network maps and encrypted codes: Предатель. Predátel. Meaning the Traitor. That’s what they called the Camorra defector. Feeding her intel. The traitor has been unlocking doors we thought were sealed. We don’t know who he is. Not yet. But we’re sure of one thing, he’s not working alone. Some of our men have started to flip. Quietly and subtly.

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

Benton asks. "You will never find out how good I taste," I say to him. Benton licks my neck. "Oh Reese, you bitch, I already know what your pussy tastes like. I know how you liked to be fucked, i know every little thing about you. I know all of your dirty little secrets. I know what a fucking whore you are," Benton says to me.

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

I was so grossed out that I couldn't even bear to look at her. As weeks passed, her belly began to show. She started playing up her morning sickness to get my colleagues' attention. I didn't pay attention to her in my previous life, so I didn't notice her tricks. It took me dying to understand that she was using this as a chance to hint to my colleagues that I'd slept with her. That was why my colleagues had bought her accusation of me being a rapist so easily in my previous life. She was using the same tactics in this life, but I wasn't going to let things play out like she wanted.

I gasped in shock, my hands flying up to cover my ear. “You are nothing, but a traitor!” He spat, grabbing me by the shirt. My blood boiled in rage as I heard the one word I never thought would be used against me. “Traitor? Are you even listening to yourself? I sold our family to the Martinis?” I laughed bitterly, shoving him back in fury. Was that how low he thought of me? We might have a love-hate relationship, but I would go as far as selling our family secrets to Neo.

The scene required the traitor to talk his way out, to stand inside the villain's scrutiny and hold still long enough for the lie to become something that passed for truth. The script called for begging. Voice breaking, eyes down, a plea so layered with manufactured vulnerability that the villain would mistake desperation for honesty. I read the sides three times the night before. Then I closed the script and sat with what I knew about this character. The traitor was not a coward. He wasn't a villain, exactly. He was someone who had been making small compromises for so long that the original position — the place where he'd started, the thing he'd once believed — was no longer visible from wh

“Now little wolf where do you think you are going? You won’t find your way out of these tunnels. It’s a maze, you’ll die before finding the way out.” “Let me go!” “Stop squirming,” he growls as he throws me on the bed. I turn to elder Carole. I can’t believe she is a traitor. “You tricked me, why?!” “You are an abomination, a mixed breed that never should’ve been born.” I can’t believe what I am hearing. I wish I had my connection to Maliyah. They need to know they have a traitor among them. “Be a good girl for daddy and stay put.” Enzo and Carole leave the room, locking the door on their way out.

This battle is far from finished, and the walls are pressing in. The treachery is more profound than she could have imagined. The one standing before her gives Alex information and plays both sides. From the beginning, they have exploited her, utilising her trust to advance Alex's perverted goals. Elizabeth glares at the traitor, her voice tense and her breath shallow. "You've been playing both sides all along," she hisses, every syllable slicing through the air. "How could you treat me like this?" The traitor does not look at her. Instead, they look down, a glimmer of shame flashing across their features before lifting their eyes to meet hers. "I had no option," they claim, their voices wea