Does Dex Always Betray You Novels & Stories

“Did you just... talk back at me?” “Yes! In this day and age, a witch?” Enrique laughed mockingly, continuing boldly. “That's nonsense, and deep down you know it. Besides, her past has nothing to do with the fated bond. The fact is, you are only passionate about her. That's a sign!” A sharp, predatory glint flashed in Dexter's eyes as if skinning his prey. "Can you bear the consequences of your betrayal?"

Alex let out a bitter laugh that carried no joy. “Bring Damien down? You have no idea what you’re asking. Damien doesn’t fall. He crushes. Anyone who stands against him vanishes. And you think I, of all people, could be the one to betray him?” “You’re already betraying him. Every time you help those kids, every dollar you steal from under his nose, you’re fighting back. You just don’t call it that yet.” Ben added. Alex’s hands tightened around his cup until it shook. His voice dropped, trembling but sharp.

I need to find a way to help Ash that isn't just giving his beasts energy every night. Dex stared at me for a moment. I'm not really sure how to read him anymore. I know I can't trust him, he's manipulated my mind twice now. Somehow though he's making me see him in a better light. I don't know what to make of him. I do know I don't trust him enough to be alone with him without this pearl. Even with the pearl he said it wasn't impossible, so I still need to be careful. "Research on what?" He's always curious, it seems.

The girl whimpered in pain but then bit her lip. Dayla kissed her on the head, but then Ralf picked her up and carried her out of the office. That action threw me off a bit, but then I shook my head and focused on the drop of blood that had fallen on the map. Amelie surrounded it with holy soil and then tossed the redwood roots aside along with Daemon's toothbrush. I sighed and looked at Izan. Are you okay? No, if something happened to Daemon, I have to think that someone in the pack betrayed us, and I don't want to believe that's a possibility, Izan muttered seriously.

She laughed weakly. "You should eat something," Damon said. “You barely touched dinner.” He moved around the kitchen, Sloane watched him pull out a bottle of water with glasses. “I’m not hungry,” she said. “She knew, maybe not everything but enough. I told her everything as my best friend. He walked back beside her near the window. “She betrayed you,” he said. “But that doesn’t erase every real thing that existed before it because people are complicated.” “You really believe that? I feel stupid.”

The problem with Dex behaving well is that Maya has no idea where to put it. Bad behavior has categories. Lying, hoarding, romantic cowardice, and theft with stationery all have drawers, labels, and precedent. Consistent usefulness, however, is a nightmare filing situation. Dex has been at the base for two weeks, and for two weeks he has done exactly what she assigned him. He does not do it loudly or bravely, and he does not perform usefulness in the exhausting manner of men trying to assemble redemption from visible effort and eye contact.

He doesn’t answer right away, carefully searching for the right words not to wound me more. “My wolf won’t know if you don’t know it either. The betrayal between two mates can only be felt if one is aware or guilty of that betrayal,” he explains. He leans down and gently presses his lips to the fresh scratches on my arms. His mouth moves slowly along my skin until it stops at my scar that says Chosen to be Betrayed. Though his words don’t fully ease my fears, I remember something that brings me joy: He never made love with or touched Victoria since we married.

“You think I’m blind?” She shook her head slowly, tears streaming down her face. “You think I would do this?” she asked, her voice cracking under the weight of disbelief. “After everything? You think I would willingly betray you?” Her eyes searched his face desperately. “I thought you knew me.” His expression darkened further, his lips curling with disgust. “I know exactly what you are,” he spat. “A cheating wife. A liar. You went out to meet men for pleasure. You’re filthy.”

Lies! Lies! He pushed Paxton down on the ground. From the information he said, it made him furious. If they were heroes and loyal to the Empire, they wouldn’t betray them and the Empire would protect them. “Say it again?” “What I am saying was based on the data gathered. Your parents died in the hands of her family.” Paxton didn’t react much as he stayed composed. What he said was based on the data gathered but seeing how furious he was must only mean that Bella or Bellatrix meant something more to him.

He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me."