Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Betrayal

He quickly mumbled and I smiled at his kindness. “After the incident that happened… I thought I was going to die but Clara made sure I lived and she did everything in her power to see that happen, I came back to life with those dreams… I started having reoccurring dreams of watching myself die and revisiting the event that happened in the hospital when I was betrayed by the people I called my loved ones” I stopped and took a deep breath. “Those dreams... they feel so real. The betrayal, the pain... it's like I'm reliving it all over again."

Emotions overwhelmed me—a storm of hurt, shock, and betrayal intertwined into a tumultuous whirlwind. A sudden realization struck me, and the weight of it bore down on me like a crushing force, making it nearly impossible to draw a breath. The gravity of the revelation pressed against my chest, and the pain was unbearable. In that moment, I knew I had to escape, to run away from the overwhelming feelings of hurt, betrayal, and pain.

Lisa, her gaze a mix of fear and regret, stammered, "Lucas, please, let us explain." But the explanation was a distant plea in the face of my rising fury. "I gave you everything. And this is how you repay me? With lies and deceit?" "Lucas," that man suddenly appeared from behind Lisa, his face a mask of guilt. "I'm sorry, man. It was a mistake." My heart sank as I realised the truth of their betrayal. I lunged at him in anger. The night echoed with the sounds of our struggle. David, unable to match my strength, crumpled under the relentless assault. Lisa, her eyes wide with horror, tried to intervene, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

“I am now.” The words ripple outward, immediate and irreversible. “And did you feel betrayed?” I consider the question. “Yes,” I say. “But not just personally.” Her brows knit. “What do you mean?” “I mean betrayal isn’t only about romance,” I say. “It’s about power. About people deciding what truths you’re allowed to know.” Somewhere, a producer gasps. “I was engaged to a man who believed silence was protection,” I continue. “And best friends with a woman who believed winning justified everything.”

he stated, and through my panic induced daze, his words slipped into my head. Something wasn't adding up. Before I could dwell on it though, he went on. "But you see, those dreams are few and far in between. Do you know what I dream about, what I think of every single day? About how you betrayed me. I think about how I trusted you, and how you took a fucking knife to my heart. You stabbed me in the back and shattered my whole world. I saw you as my person, but to you... to you I was nothing but a means to an end. So when I sleep, I dream about the things I would do to you. I dream about how I would make you pay for ruining my life, for playing with my heart. And guess what? The time is here.

The two girls were definitely from Beta families—well-dressed, sharp features. One of them sobbed as the other screamed, “You knew he was mine! You knew!” And it hit me… this was a real fear. A real, raw kind of betrayal that ran deeper than just girl code. It was primal. Mates were sacred. Touching someone else's? It wasn’t just petty—it was unforgivable. I swallowed hard, the dream from last night suddenly slithering back into my brain like a sinful whisper. The way their hands had touched me… the way they claimed me in that dream. Four of them. My heart kicked up a notch.

I came hard within minutes, crying out his name as my walls pulsed around him, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath us. Shawn groaned, thrusting deeper, and followed me over the edge, spilling inside me with powerful pulses. We stayed joined for a long moment, his arms wrapped tightly around me, his cock still twitching inside me. I was shaking, tears slipping down my cheeks, the realization crashing over me. This wasn’t the first time. The dreams hadn’t been dreams at all. He had been fucking me while I slept. Night after night. The betrayal hit me like a wave, but so did the shameful pleasure still humming through my body. I loved him. I craved him. But this… this was something else ent

She’d been right about the dating part. “I have seventeen documented meetings,” Damon continued, swiping through more images. “Here, this one is from last Tuesday. Sloane recognized the outfit from the day they meet for coffee, Lila had hugged her and said, You seem off. Is everything okay with Nathaniel? With concern which seemed genuine. Sloane set the phone down before she crushed it. “She knows he’s my husband,” she said. Damon didn’t soften it. “Yes.” A laugh escaped Sloane, the betrayal hit her. She inhaled slowly, but it didn’t help. Her best friend had looked her in the eye and lied for months.

My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal. I try to hold myself back from crying. I try to tell myself that I am stronger than this. That I am a Luna. But when reality comes crashing down on me, it crushes my spirit as well. Squeezes my heart to the point of bleeding, leaving me breathless.