Divided Loyalties Book Novels & Stories

They were on opposite sides of a family feud neither of them wanted. Nikolay had decided to go with Jozef, which made him loyal to the guard dog. Saskia's loyalties were split. She'd never known anything other than her family and though she knew they were completely fucked up and amoral, she owed them her loyalty. Didn't she? They'd let Jozef go without a fight. They'd let him go to prison, then let him split from the organization and she didn't understand why. But she would find out.

“The Moonrage Pack wasn’t always this strong. There was a time we nearly fell apart. I read it was during the Great Divide.” Lucien nodded slowly, listening to her every word. He knew little to nothing about the Moonrage pack. He wished he could exchange his brains with Lillian's. He watched her as she spoke with so much enthusiasm that he wondered if she was there when all she was saying happened. “... Half the Elders wanted independence. The other half is loyal. And power—” Lillian breathed, "—has a way of turning loyalty into currency.” Lucien didn't know when he jammed his palms together, staring at her with admiration.

They were just wolves circling a fresh kill, eager to tear into the spoils of victory, but just as quick to turn on each other – or on me – if they sensed weakness. Once the room was empty, except for my most trusted ally, Liam, I gestured for him to stay. Liam. He’d played the part of Darius’s loyal soldier perfectly, feeding me information, subtly undermining Darius’s authority, all while pretending to be on his side. He was a snake, but he was *my* snake. “They’re worried,” I said, turning to him. “Their questions… they show where their loyalties truly lie. Not with me, not with any ideal of shared power. They’re loyal to power itself. If they think I’m faltering, they’ll abandon me in a

“One more move, and there will be consequences none of you can escape.” Deborah’s gaze swept across them, unyielding, sharp as a blade. “You think loyalty is measured by ego? By proving who is strongest? You’re mistaken. Loyalty is action, discipline, and restraint. Fail in those, and you fail everyone, including yourselves.” Even Marcus faltered under the weight of her authority, and for a moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing, hearts racing, the air thick with unspoken threats.

“I won’t let someone else define what you are to me.” Her heart skipped once. “That’s not a corporate statement,” she said softly. “No.” “Then what is it?” His gaze held hers. “It’s personal.” The word lingered between them. Fragile. Powerful. Dangerous. She got into the car before the silence could deepen too far. But as he closed the door, one thing was clear This war wasn’t about acquisitions anymore. It wasn’t about mergers. It wasn’t about market control. It was about loyalty. And loyalty Once tested Either shattered. Or became unbreakable.

When he reached the opposite chair, he didn’t sit just stood there, watching her as if she were something fragile he didn’t dare touch. Lucy sighed and placed the book on the side table. “You don’t have to hover like I’ll break.” “Sometimes I wonder if I already have,” he admitted, surprising her. Her breath caught. She shifted, pulling her knees closer to her chest. “That’s not fair. I’ve done nothing but try to prove I’m on your side.” “I know,” he said, softer now. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps before turning back to her. “But I’ve lived in a world where loyalty is currency, and everyone has a price. It’s difficult to believe in something unconditional.”

"You've watched him before all of this, during the worst of it, and now. What does loyalty look like, when it's actually earned rather than just owed?" Bren considered this with the specific care he brought to every question that mattered. "Loyalty that's owed," he said, "is the kind you give because of rank, or contract, or fear of consequence. It's transactional, even when it doesn't feel like it." He paused. "Loyalty that's earned is different. It's the kind you'd give even if the rank disappeared tomorrow. Even if there were no consequences either way." He looked at her directly. "I served the crown for the first three years. I've served Xander, specifically, for the last eight. The diff

“But true loyalty isn’t about following one wolf’s hunger for control. It’s about standing up for what’s best for everyone.” Murmurs rippled through the group, a subtle but unmistakable shift in the atmosphere. Some of them were starting to doubt him, starting to see through the mask Elijah wore so carefully. He saw it too, and his eyes flashed with anger. “You’re poisoning their minds with weakness,” Elijah growled, stepping forward, his voice low and dangerous. “Loyalty is strength. And anyone who questions that deserves what’s coming.” “No, Elijah,” I said, my voice steady. “Loyalty is earned. And you’ve done nothing but tear it apart.”

The drive to Elais Vance's apartment took twenty minutes, and I spent most of it staring out the window, thinking about everything that had brought me to this moment. The divorce, the inheritance, the crash that killed my brother, the explosion that killed Mr. Lawson, the brakes that had failed twice now, all of it led back to the same place, to the same people, to the same lies. Merald was quiet beside me, his hands tight on the wheel and his eyes fixed on the road, and I could feel the tension radiating off him, the fear of a man who had already lost too much and couldn't bear to lose more.

Fingers crossed I actually have the time to do it tomorrow. I know. I’m sorry. Again. But like I said earlier… it’s been a lot, my sweets. I’m really sorry to disappoint you. But on a lighter note, we have about 30 chapters or so left on From Lies To Loyalty. Yes. We’re actually nearing the end of this amazing book. Can’t believe none of you called it. I suppose that’s because, just like me, you lot don’t want Lizzie and Reese to come to an end either.