Novel & Cerita Dirty Little Traitor

I kept quiet when I finished, waiting for him to say something but not a word came from him, I didn't hear anything from him or the others in the room. The silence was deafening. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You? My Luna? You’re a traitor. And as a traitor, you deserve nothing but death, punishment ” "I am not a traitor, you are the one trying to make me one,” I snapped, I wanted to stand from the floor but my knees were weak. “It was never too late, at least, no one knows that I am a traitor as you claimed, it's just us in this room, you could let out an alpha command on..."

"Nasty? How can I compare to someone like you, who stole someone else's credit and kept on lying for over a decade?" As I spoke, I pulled out a thick pile of documents and tossed them right into Jayden's face. He skimmed the pages, and the rage on his face froze as his whole body began to tremble. "Lauren, it really was you…" Nellie quickly went over. The moment her eyes met the document, she froze in place. "No, no… Jayden, I was the one who saved your grandma! I swear!" Nellie clung to Jayden's arm and tugged him, but Jayden simply shoved her away. She fell hard onto the curb, and blood began to pour out from the wound on her head. She screamed in pain, tugging at Jayden, crying that it hu

“We’ll be there soon.” And so, we continue the journey to the camp with me sitting on my stepdad’s lap and his cum trickling out of my pussy and staining the inside of my thighs while guilt eating up my insides. That, dear reader, is my dirty little secret.

“You two really couldn’t wait for me, huh? Started the party early.” Julian chuckled darkly, finally easing his thick length out of me with a long, obscene pop. Thick white strands of his cum immediately dripped from my swollen, puffy pussy onto the sheets below. “She’s all warmed up and sloppy for you now, son. Come take your turn. Our dirty little secret just got a whole lot more fun.” Oliver stripped fast, his shirt and shorts hitting the floor in a heap. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and already leaking at the tip, curving upward with eagerness.

"Your precious father is just as dirty as the rest of us, Maria. He's not what you think. The tower's about to come crashing down, and it's going to take you down with it, princess." "That's not true," I tell him desperately. "He's always home. He doesn't drink. My dad is not who you think ..." A mirthless laugh bursts from Mikhail's mouth, cutting me off. "Do you know what I think?" His powerful arms frame me between the shelves, trapping me in a space that I cannot escape from. "I think he kept you hidden away because he's a traitor, Maria. You know nothing because he needed you dumb and naive. Because it was easier to handle you this way."

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes, I do,” I shot back. “Someone inside the Moretti family set him up. They wanted you to come here. They wanted this confrontation.” A flicker of doubt crossed Franco’s face, but before he could respond, a slow clap echoed through the room. And then, from the shadows, the real traitor stepped forward. I felt my blood turn to ice. Matteo Moretti. The golden boy. The one everyone trusted. The one who had been pulling the strings all along.

I was still the same person. But I couldn’t allow that annoyance to get in the way of what was actually helping me succeed at this job. Because people trusted me now, they were telling me things, and I was able to convey those things to Gideon, who could act on them to help clean the corruption from the pack. I tried to protect those that came to me as much as I could. But then, finally, a break! Someone had told me that their roommate in the barracks was a traitor. After telling Gideon, I followed him to the barracks, where the accused soldier’s personal effects were searched. Among them, were handwritten love letters to and from Daphne.

Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back.

“Cold, broody, totally irresistible. You could totally get him—” “Excuse me?” I interrupted, a laugh bursting out of me. “Yes,” Natalia said, waving a hand like she was stating a simple fact. “You could totally get a piece. Seriously, Amelia, hop on that dick. I bet it must be humongous.” I snorted. “Hop on what? He’s horrid and you two are insane.” They both just looked at me and shrugged in unison. “Trust me. He’s perfect bad boy material,” Lizzie insisted.

meshwork of red color. After cleaning me properly he pulled my dress down and made me sit against him. “Tell me. Does my cherry wants something?” He asked ever so politely like he hadn’t done any dirty deed in his entire life. “Ap bht ganday hen.(You are so dirty.)” I said as now I didn’t have the courage to look at him in the eyes. A chuckle left his mouth making me want to run away from there but my legs were still shaking. “Believe me janum, I have done way more dirty things with you in my mind.”