Is The Betrayal Knows My Name A Bl Novels & Stories

How will he ever look into her eyes again! But the main question here is will they be able to survive this staggering betrayal? will they make it out of here alive this time Or it's the end for all of them? ••• I just don't understand what's wrong with mom and her sneaky stares, she's giving me, every time she passes by. I think she got to know about the coffee dates. Ohhh no no no! How is that even possible, I haven't told anyone. What if Aaron told his mom and she informed her? You never know!

I propped myself down on the sofa . "I can't believe she could do this and act innocent all along. She separated us for her so-called love for me. Fucking unbelievable!" The feeling of betrayal was tearing me apart. The one whom I trusted so much to be my support in those was the one who caused my sufferings. "Bitch. That's all she is." Ryan made a disgusted face. "I missed spending three damn years of my life with Brae. We would have been a family if she didn't break our marriage off. " I put my head in my hands thinking over everything.

He gave me the chance to leave. Did he later go on to report me? Did he heighten my hopes just to play this cruel game of cat and mouse? The cold sting of betrayal spreads through my chest because of course he did. His sister is soon to be Luna and Coren is his Alpha. There's no reason he would have helped me, I'm so stupid. “Destiny!” A roar tears through the silence of the woods and my steps falter. For a solid heartbeat, I freeze, stunned witless in terror.

But now that this happened to him, Damien knew that there were levels to this betrayal. Damien knew he had betrayed a lot of people in the past. Perhaps, this was karma paying him back in his own coin. Damien stood up from the seat he had been trying so hard to remain calm on. Then he staggered a few steps because his eyes were so focused on the small descriptions of the letter in his hand, that he was almost losing his mind. "Did she really betray me this way? I should have fucking known she was a betrayer when she betrayed her best friend. Fuck!" Damien groaned and began leaving the place.

The betrayal wasn’t some stranger. If it wasn't Fred or Carson then who?

Outside, thunder echoed faintly through the rain. The café lights flickered once before stabilizing again. Neither woman moved. “You know,” Selena said softly after a while, “I think people underestimate betrayal.” Marisa looked at her instantly. Selena kept her tone casual. “Everyone talks about heartbreak like it’s the worst feeling.” She looked down at her coffee. “But betrayal feels worse.” Silence. Heavy silence. Marisa didn’t answer immediately. And when Selena finally looked up— she saw it clearly. Shock.

I try to keep that image in my memory and it kept slipping away like a bar of hotel soap. People talk about betrayal like it’s a dagger. It isn’t. It’s a filing cabinet. You keep opening drawers you haven’t touched in years and finding everything labeled differently. The file that used to say Mother: Warmth suddenly says Mother: Protocol. Hug cross-indexed with Baseline Blood Pressure. Bedtime Story footnoted to Sedation, low-dose. Doubt doesn’t kick down the door; it changes the names on the envelops.

“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.”

My fingers curled around the handle of a blade that was long, slender, honed to a sadistic point. I lifted it slowly, letting the overhead light catch the edge, letting him see every detail. His breathing hitched, eyes darting wildly between my hand and my face. I smiled. “You know why betrayal stings the most?” I asked, dragging the tip lightly across his cheek. A stream of blood dripped instantly, sliding down the curve of his jaw. He flinched, a strangled sound catching in his throat. “It’s because it always comes from someone I trust.” His pleas rose into unstable wave of sobs, words spilling over themselves, but I didn’t hear them.

Alpha King Betrayal has taste. Hard-to-chew, fermented justification. All for the name of love. All for the name of sanity and denying the treacherous act. It doesn’t numb the tongue. Nor the body. It does more than that. Enough dosage of betrayal numbs the heart and mind from functioning its liberty to choose what its morale. What is rational. I felt so betrayed. Never felt so betrayed in my whole life until now. Until I saw what was marked over her delicate skin.