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A child born from that same betrayal. My chest tightened. This time, my frustration turned toward myself. How could I still defend that? How could I judge him... When my own kind had already broken every promise it claimed to protect? "So what does that make me?" I asked through clenched teeth. "First I get betrayed..." "And now I'm the other woman?" The words tasted bitter. Ugly. But they felt dangerously close to the truth. "Of course not." Genaro frowned immediately. "I would never put you in that position."

His eyes meet mine, and I feel it, feel it more than I should, feel it like a betrayal, like a comfort, like a wound. He doesn’t say the rest, doesn’t say it but I know, but I know, but I know. I know how this ends. I know. “They stole it,” I say, and it is a whisper, a whisper and a shock and a knowledge I don’t want, don’t want to have, don’t want to hold, but I hold it, hold it anyway. “Published the work under his name,” Lucas says, and the tightness around his eyes is more than I expect, more than I think, more than I thought I could see, more than I thought he would let me see.

Maryam muttered. "You, why didn't you tell her what really happened? Or were you scared that she'll judge your bae? But I want you to keep this in mind I will forever hate you, both of you for putting me in this trauma. And by Allah I know that he will judge us on that faithful day cus he is the all knower. He knows what bad and good things we are going to act. So thank you Isma'il and Maryam." With that she left not bothering to look back at them talkless of hearing their insults.

Once broken, it will never look the same. John picked up Olivia:'s picture and whispered"My world fell apart when you betrayed me in front of many. Of all the people I know, you were the least I suspected of doing it to me. I will always have a trust issue now because of a betrayal incident that happened to me before. Whatever the reason behind your betrayal, the only one that will matter to me is the fact that you just broke my trust., my heart.You know Olivia: I don’t know you, I don't know why you did what you did but I think the real reason behind betrayal is greed and selfishness. I always thought that we were in a perfect relationship...... A perfect relationship is the one who never b

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 The sight of Ronan, battered and bleeding, leaning against the doorframe, usually would have sent a pang of concern hrough me. But now, it was overshadowed by a tidal wave of betrayal that crashed over me. He was not my brother. He was him. The Alpha. My mate. The one who had known this monstrous lie all along. My throat burned. "You," I rasped, the word laced with venom, a foreign bitterness that shocked even myself. "You knew. All this time. You knew."

I didn’t see the brief there, but I wasn’t looking for it. I shook my head, the weight of betrayal pressing against me. “I know him. I know his voice; I heard him on the phone,” I explained and took a deep, shaky breath. “He betrayed my pack. He was my father, Beta.” I sagged in on myself as those words left my lips.

A story that makes my heart twist in betrayal at the secrecy again. A story of him knowing.

"You're telling me that someone inside our pack is planning to betray us?" "Yes." Damien’s answer came without hesitation or doubt. Blade frowned and grew deeper, “Do you know who? And how do they plan to betray us?” Damien looked away for only a second before shaking his head, “Unfortunately, I do not know who they are.” He answered, “And as for how I know about them. I can't tell you." Blade's brows knitted together. "You can't?" he asked, more confused than shocked. If this was anyone else, he would not have accepted that answer. But this was not anyone else, this was his alpha and best friend. This was the man who had fought beside him for close to twenty years, the man who had always ha

It was exactly who I had suspected — and now I had proof. The betrayal wasn’t distant. It wasn’t strategic. It was personal. “Betrayal hurts like hell, doesn’t it, Alpha?” Meera asked with a mocking smile, watching my claws dig into the paper. I flicked my eyes up to her, holding her gaze for a moment before slamming the folder shut. “I have to go.” “No… we are going,” she corrected, stepping into my path. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a card, showing me a VIP invitation to the event.

"She has no proof! Nothing! It's her word against ours. And who would believe a troubled, sullen teenager against her mother and her model sister?" "You're playing with fire, Sabrina. And you're throwing me into the fire with you." He finally lets me go, stepping back, his gaze sweeping over the room as if he can already see the stigma of our madness. "All this time... I waited. I was patient. I put up with your hesitations, your fears. But this... This is a betrayal." The word hangs in the air, heavier than all the others. Betrayal. "It's not a betrayal! It's an adaptation!" I cry, tears of frustration welling up in my eyes. "I was thinking of us! Of our safety! A murder... it's different.