Is The Betrayal Knows My Name A Bl นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“It also means your pack was never her home. It was her cage.” Kael then turned on him at once. “Do not.” Ronan pushed off the wall and stepped into the light. “You want truth tonight, do you not?” I looked at him. “What else do you know?” His eyes settled on me. “Enough to know the betrayal is worse than you think.” A chill moved through me. “How?” Ronan’s gaze shifted to Kael. “Tell her.” Kael’s jaw tightened. “Stay out of this.” Ronan’s voice turned sharper. “Tell her.”

His wolf was restless, clawing at him, demanding he go after *her*. Not Tiffany. *Kara.* But when he called her office, he got the response he dreaded most. “She signed out early.” His stomach twisted. He could still see the look on her face, the way her body had frozen, her eyes wide with hurt. She hadn’t even confronted him—she had just *left*. And now, she wouldn’t answer her phone. Dylan exhaled, gripping his phone tighter. He knew why. The mate bond wasn’t just some connection—it was an unbreakable force, one that made betrayal a living hell. And Kara didn’t even know. She had no idea what they were to each other, what this pull between them *meant*.

To help her first love, Simon Ahern, win the sprint championship, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, deliberately locked me in the basement the night before the competition. She looked at me icily and said grimly, "How many times have you beaten him? So what if I give the championship to him?" Later, she even broke my legs to help him steal the national team selection spot. I desperately asked Cecelia why she treated me like this; I was her boyfriend after all. However, she retorted, "He accompanied me through the three years of depression. I must fulfill this wish for him." However, she had no idea that with my legs gone, I was no different from someone who had lost their life. When I stop

Damien's room was silent except for the air conditioner's hum. he rotated the amber liquid in his glass while his eyes remained locked on the photograph. Blackwood glared at him through the photograph with a stern expression mingled with kindness which appeared frozen in time. A relentless beast of memory from that day 24 years back tormented Damien. The expression of violent anger on James's face appeared to Damien in his nightmares. The betrayal Serena committed continues to feel like a cutting pain inside his chest. Damien felt his jaw tighten as he looked at the incriminating letter his father held in his hand.

I say, feeling my throat get tight. Samara’s arms tighten around me and she looks up at me, my sorrow reflected in her eyes. “A person I trusted, a person Theo trusted, betrayed him and his family. My pack, we are going to war. I will finally be able to avenge the death of my friend and his family. And we will do that with his sister at my side.” “Alpha, who betrayed them?” Austin asks. I look at my pack members. Sawyer has been my friend my entire life. He’s spent time in this pack. Most, if not all, of my pack members know him.

He didn't want to work overtime or else he would have no time to date his girlfriend. "That's good. We'll go out for lunch and do not bother us if it's nothing important. And help me to cancel the appointment in the noon." Then he turned and walked away, ignoring his beautiful secretaries in the secretarial room who were all shocked. He went smartly and left the heart-broken beauties. How could their CEO have a love child? Who was the mother of the child? Was it the cool female military officer or Jessica who had an ambiguous relationship with their CEO?

I held the diagnosis and stood on the balcony for a long time. The evening wind rustled the paper in my hand. In the end, I picked up a lighter and set it on fire. The flame rose and consumed every word on the paper. It also burned away the heavy, suffocating past. Be it love, hatred, obsession or betrayal, it was all over. With Wanda gone, and with the diagnosis reduced to ashes, everything had finally faded away. What I needed to do wasn't dwell on the past.