Later Traitor Novels & Stories

“Or leave, before I make you regret it.” The figure stepped closer, hood falling back to reveal a familiar face. Lena’s eyes widened in shock. It was someone she had trusted—someone she had considered an ally. Betrayal carved through her chest like ice. “You…” she whispered, disbelief and fury mingling in her voice. “I’ve been watching, waiting,” the traitor said, lips curling into a cruel smile. “Blackwood grows too strong. Kade grows too powerful. And the Council… they deserve to know everything. Every secret. Every weakness.”

Gareth wanted to force a move to show her and her minions that he wasn’t playing around, but then, Quade and the betrayer stood defensively, showing him that they weren’t either. “You think I am a traitor?” She said between one of her cold laughs. “I think we all know who the real traitor is here. Lucian, the man of the hour, is the one and only traitor here who betrayed a long-term friendship.” Her fingers trace an imaginary line down from my ear to my chin. My chest twisted with betrayal once more as Nadia spoke. The thoughts of my moments with Orion slammed into memory. Never for once have I thought he’d betray me, and even worse, his sister.

"We can deal with the traitor later. Right now, our priority is to push back the enemy and protect this realm." The battle intensified, the heroes redoubling their efforts to counter the newfound threat within their own ranks. As the traitor's actions became more apparent, they attempted to sow discord and confusion, exploiting vulnerabilities and turning allies against each other.

“We now know that the traitor has been feeding our enemies critical information. This act of treachery not only endangered our defenses but also threatened to shatter the unity we’ve so desperately rebuilt. Today, we must confront this betrayal head-on.” Around the table, members of the inner circle—Hart’s trusted lieutenants, Kira, and even Elder Darius from the rogue camp—nodded solemnly. Their faces, etched with exhaustion and lingering distrust, reflected the shared pain of the revelation. For many, this was a wound that ran deep—a reminder that even in a pack united by hope, darkness could seep in from within.

His deep-set eyes searched Caden's face, seeking clarity amidst the chaos. Taking a steadying breath, Caden broke the silence that hung heavily in the air. "We have a traitor among us," he declared, his voice resolute and ringing with conviction. "Someone is colluding with the Rogue Alpha, exploring the dark avenues of potential alliances." The room fell into stunned silence, the shock of his revelation hanging thickly around them. Caden could discern the disbelief and outrage flickering across the faces of his advisors, each expression a mirror reflecting his own tumultuous emotions.

I came back towards the topic as she relaxed herself. “He is Zaroon Durani. Do you think someone can break him by just breaking his trust? He is a business tycoon in Asia and there’s a reason for that. He is the one who expanded the business overseas. He is different from the rest of his family.” She stated as a matter of fact. “I am betraying him.” I said as I didn’t want to feel a tiny bit of guilt about that. “That’s different. Every successful man is bound to get betrayed by their women.” She tried to relax me.

Alpha Melissa's voice, sharp and tight, cracked through the room like a whip. Purposely hesitating, I glanced at them and then to the floor. “The Betrayer has killed four people in the last seven years. It’s making him bolder. Each kill has been higher in the pack hierarchy and now the Praetor’s liaison. I… I think this might be him trying to call the Praetor here.” *Nicely done, nicely done,* Balric said. I couldn’t help preen a little. This was all playing out just as I planned it.

Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back.

"The Family always protects its own. But Vincent, if someone betrays the Family, the consequences are severe. You understand that, right?" "I understand. I would never betray the Marconi family. And I would never betray you." He looked me right in the eye, as if he truly believed every word. That's the most dangerous thing about liars. Eventually, they even manage to lie to themselves. "Good," I said, raising my wine glass. "To our future." "To our future." The clink of our glasses sounded like a promise. The promise of the perfect revenge.

But what was I living for? Maybe something horrible would happen at the party, and I'd be standing next to him while I shifted, and on accident, I'd tear his jugular clean out of his throat. He'd never expect it. It would be satisfying, but then I'd be branded a traitor, hunted down, and killed by his cronies. Or would I? My options would be to die or flee. Fleeing would send me North to the Hawthornes, and they had a worse reputation than my father.