Dirty Little Traitor Novels & Stories

The only thing I knew was that it wasn’t being held at The Tower since it required a car. It would be cruel to press them for more. They couldn't share, no matter how badly they wanted to. It didn't matter where I went or how carefree I pretended to be; I was still me. I was the daughter of the Southern Illyrian Alpha. The daughter of a thief, liar, and murderer. He managed to hide all of it from me but then again, I did as he told me years ago, I always obeyed, and I never tried to leave. I knew what would happen to me or, more importantly, what would happen to the ones I cared about if I ever tried.

Traitor. Alicia forced a bitter taste in her mouth. Only moments ago, Damian had called her Darling, and now he spat the word "traitor" at her. Alicia struggled to define the overwhelming emotions swirling within her—loss, sadness, anger, all tangled together. But now, with Damian's disbelief to her, he erected a consciousness barrier, she needed to act strategically to uncover what had happened to Alpha Martin and if Damian had done something to the Golden Moon Pack.

“It’s wrong. It’s disgusting. You’ve ruined this family. Both of you. I raised you better than this, Dante. And you, Cassidy—you were supposed to be the good one, the quiet one. How could you let this happen? How could you degrade yourself like this—with him?” Vanessa laughed—cold, triumphant, the sound sharp as shattering glass. “See? Even your father knows what you are. A dirty little whore who couldn’t resist spreading for the nearest rich cock. A depraved slut who gets off on taboo—on fucking her own stepbrother like some cheap p**n star. You think collaring her makes it romantic? It makes her a pet. A collared bitch in heat, begging for it every night.” I moved before I thought.

I drove to Bruce’s place and instructed Nick to collect the duplicate from Steve the second it was ready. Nick returned exactly two hours and fifty-three minutes later, right after I had confronted Bruce. The replica looked identical to my father’s description, but this was no longer about the file. It was my life for the real file, and I would do anything to pull my mother out of Bruce’s hands. I swapped the folders under my jacket and drove straight to get ready. END OF FLASHBACK “Your father was once my most trusted lieutenant,” Vitale said, his voice pulling me sharply back to the present. He rose and moved slowly around the desk, our eyes locked in silent challenge. “He betrayed me by f

But the niggling doubt was driving me mad. “Poor little clone,” Felicia whispered into my mind, “do you really think he'll still love you when he knows what you are?” “Yes!” I snapped. “You don't know him. He doesn't care about that.” “Oh don't I?" she laughed derisively. “Gregor, the last of the keepers, failed assassin, and traitor to the crown.” “Why do you call him a traitor?” I asked. “He has done nothing but work to put the rightful heir back on the Lobotian throne.”

I looked Elegant and sophisticated. But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone, or maybe everybody could see through my make up and see how much of a filth that I was. I know Silver Moon messed up my self-confidence but I also know that I am a traitor’s daughter. I had traitors blood flowing through my veins and I was no different from my father. In fact, I might be worse than him for this deceit. I rose from my seat, hoping the women surrounding me would not notice my jittery hands or sense how tensed my wolf was. The minute I stood up, the other women bowed their heads, making way for me to pass.

I did this for Irene's father, for Irene, and for Silas. “Let it be known,” I said, turning to the crowd again, “that they didn’t act alone. Those seven traitors had minions.” A murmur swelled as more names were read: “Chris, my right man,” I chuckled in disbelief. “Alpha Kael, Malcolm Stark, and his unfortunate son, Peris Stark. They are all traitors.” Gasps again. I was also in disbelief. These people were so close to me, yet they betrayed me so significantly.

"She was a traitor and got what she deserved. She left. Say it!” The tears flowed down my face, but I kept my voice calm. "I…I can't.” “You'll say it or I'll skin you alive!” I shivered, my head throbbing to his words. “Y….yes. I won't tell anyone.” “She's a traitor! Say it!” “She…” I sniffed hard. “was a traitor.” "Louder." "She was a traitor!" My voice cracked. Domino made one curt nod. “Perfect. You learn quickly. Teach your brother and I'll let him live.”

"You should be grateful I called the cops instead of exposing you online. Those clients you were pimping for looked powerful enough to fake your suicide to cover their own tracks, don't you think?" Emil shuddered. Fear filled his eyes. I watched him disappear with a smile. I thought I had already been more than forgiving, considering all the shit he had done to me in my last life. I thought that was the end of the whole saga until the internet uncovered Helena's side hustle as a sex worker. Suddenly, the scandal resurfaced. [One is a pimp, and the other works under a pimp. And here I thought they were sincerely in love.] [She spent all this time pretending to be a sweet, Christian girl, so I

“Spare me the shitty words sl*t, You’re the one who’s going into both of their pants, not I. That makes you the bitch. I pity you, Angelica, or should I say...Anna?” “How the fuck did you-?” “You think you have everything? Huh? Do you think I’m that stupid? I’ve come a long way to get a job like this. All the way, I met hundreds of people with hundreds of resources. Do you think I don’t know about how you fucking killed your own father and uncle?” “Oh, I guess both the gentlemen don’t know that your real name is Annabelle Lockwood. How would Jonathan feel when he’ll find out? That you’re both a murderer and a fucking liar.”