Divided Loyalties Book Novels & Stories

Keto's POV People often say loyalty doesn't exist. I have overheard drunk men, women, and even werewolves speaking along the lines of loyalty. "Loyalty doesn't exist, no one can ever be loyal." But they were wrong, because all my life had been about loyalty. I had always been loyal to Orion even before he became the leader of the pack. But as the saying goes, 'Love makes even the bravest of men do stupid things.' I had allowed my love or secret desire for Ravenna to consume me, thinking I wouldn't be caught.

“I know. He’s an awful person. I have to escape him.” “I’ll be here.” “Today I have to seduce one of his potential investors.” I frowned. Damien’s jaw clenched. “He’s pimping you out now?” I looked away. “He doesn’t call it that. But yes. It’s always about leverage with Nico—power, image, control.” “That bastard,” Damien muttered. “You’re not his pawn, Aisla.” I laughed bitterly. “Aren’t I? That’s all I’ve been since we got married. A beautiful, obedient pawn. Until I opened my mouth one too many times.”

"Be quick and do it now! They can't have gone far!" His men, who had been holding me with such unbreakable restraint, hesitated for a moment, looking at their boss. Then a few of them started off, moving out in the big, dirty space of the fishery, their weapons up. This was my chance, I thought. "See here, Damian," I continued, taking advantage and intending to drive him to madness with anger, "Loyalty is a beast that does what it wants. Especially when it is built upon lies and ambition. My men, the ones you so quickly sent to their doom, they believed in me. Your men? They obey. And when that obedience conflicts with their own self-preservation instinct, well, we see how that turns out." I

And yet, a small part of me wanted to believe in her promises. “I'm going to stop visiting the orphanage,” she continued, her voice steady but the strain evident in her eyes. “But I'll keep in touch with the authorities here until I'm sure you've been adopted by a good family. Just remember, when you grow up, you can find me again, but for now…promise me you won't ever speak of this conversation, or anything between me and Sarah. It's our secret. Just keep observing like you always do. Everyone has a secret. That's how you survive.”

Meanwhile, Evans and I continued to exploit the growing divisions within the community, pushing the limits of trust and loyalty. But as our machinations unfolded, I couldn't help but question the price we were paying. Love, loyalty, and trust were fragile things, easily shattered by our manipulations. The unity of the park was crumbling, and I couldn't ignore the toll it was taking on the people I had once considered allies.

But we weren’t alone anymore. We had each other. And we had something our enemies never expected— Loyalty. To the people. To each other. To the throne. And that would be their undoing. ---

“I’ve always been loyal.” “Loyal?” I repeated, my voice dangerously calm. “Do you know what loyalty means, Lorenzo? It means knowing where your place is, it means not making deals behind my back. It means not trying to undermine my authority, when you know I’m dealing with more important sh*t. Loyalty is knowing that you don’t act on your own unless I give you the go-ahead.” Lorenzo stepped back, finally meeting my eyes. “I didn’t think you were going to hear about it, I thought I was doing the right thing, I'm sorry.”

"Damn it! Damn it!!" I slammed my phone down and swore out loud. What the hell was going on here?! Was I dealing with twins? Why would they pretend to be the same person? This couldn't be some kind of split personality—no way. A person with a split personality couldn't appear in two places at the same time. Or… did I run into something supernatural? Could the Tracy who was supposedly away on business in Joselton be the real one, and the woman I was with last night… wasn't even human?

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

he said. “Yes,” I whispered. “And we’re still standing.” But the night had shown me something crucial: Loyalty wasn’t just about obeying instructions. Trust wasn’t just about believing in intentions. Both could be weaponised. Manipulated. Tested. And we had survived. Together. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. “They underestimated the strength of loyalty and truth.” I typed back: “We protect both. Always.” Three dots appeared. The storm had broken. The war was far from over.