Dreams Of Betrayal Novels & Stories

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you No, I don't wanna fall in love No, I don't wanna fall in love… with you… with you What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

she whispered, her voice a seductive melody that had made my heart race once too many times. I reached out, desperate to hold onto the feeling of love and trust, but as my fingers brushed her cheek, she faded away, replaced by the cold, empty darkness. Betrayal stung deep, a wound that hadn't fully healed. Mayakla had been my chosen mate, and her betrayal had left scars I didn't want to admit to. In the dream, the scene shifted, and I saw her with another pack, with another alpha who gripped her waist with a smug look on his pathetic face. It appalled me, how her loyalty shifted without a second thought. She was once my world. My everything.

"It was just a dream, big sister. I would never betray you. Never. You have to believe that." "It was just a dream," I repeated, trying to convince myself more than her. "I would die before I let anyone hurt you. You know that." I wanted to believe her. Desperately wanted to trust that my sister would never do something so cruel. But the nightmare had felt so real. The betrayal had cut so deep that even now, awake and safe, I could not shake the feeling. "I know. I am sorry. The dream just felt very real." "It is alright. I understand."

“Fine. You stay here, locked down, protected. Better?” “No.” I stand, meeting his glare. “I’m the reason you’re in this mess. Austin hired me to betray you. If I hadn’t been desperate and stupid, none of this would be happening.” “You’re not responsible for my uncle being a psychopath.” “But I am responsible for giving Austin access to your files. For texting him your codes.” Guilt chokes me. “What if he used that information to find your parents? What if this is my fault?” Angelo’s expression shifts, something almost gentle breaking through the ice.

Killian kept asking me questions, he was shaking my body but I said nothing. The person who betrayed me in that vision that I saw was a male. It felt like I knew the person very well, I really knew him, he was familiar. My brows creased at that, I wasn’t really close with any male. But the betrayer wasn’t even the problem. I realized that I shouldn’t really be bothered by the betrayal I saw in the dream. I should be more worried about what happened to Killian. It felt like I was in a web of chaos at the moment. The bond felt more like a curse, meant to ruin either of us, why then should we even be joined together if we were going to destroy each other?

Her tone is flat, and unlike her. I raise my eyebrows at her, and give a small, soft laugh. “Okay, Val.” “I mean it.” “If you say so.” “Anton, those are my conditions to yours,” She clarified. This got my full attention. “Are you serious?” “You give me what I asked for, I will do what you asked in return. If you ever let another woman touch you, I will kill her,” Val reiterates. “All or nothing. I will not and cannot live through another betrayal by a man.”

The confident, vibrant spark that once defined him was gone, replaced by a palpable weariness. But what did that even matter? He was the one who'd caused all this damage. I stepped back, my voice cold and steady. "Don't pretend I'm the only one for you. You had a mistress while we were in a relationship. What makes you think I'd cling to a man already stained by betrayal?"

Close enough that he smelled soap on her skin, saw the faint scar on her jawline she'd tried to cover. "And what do you get?" she asked. Not soft. Assessing. "Chaos." He didn't move back. "I've been bored for a few months now. Deals, meetings, men who bend before I touch them. Ryan's been trying to get under my skin for years—small moves, whispers, failed sabotages. I ignored him." He smiled, teeth showing. "Now I want to use his own party to break his teeth. You want revenge. I want to watch something break. We both get fed."

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

"Your whole family, you're all liars! I already paid the deposit for your villas. What more do you want? You were planning to scam me out of everything! Well, I’m canceling the villas right now! I’m not getting engaged! I’m suing you!" With that, I turned and ran out the door. Upon hearing that their precious villas were slipping away, Allen’s parents panicked. Mr. Cooper grabbed a wine bottle, ready to smash it over his son’s head. Overwhelmed, Mrs. Cooper fainted on the spot. Chaos ensued. Some guests tried to stop Mr. Cooper from attacking, while others scrambled to call 911. Amidst the pandemonium, with my back to them all, I smiled. 'Allen, I told you—if you betrayed me, I would make su