Mha Traitors Novels & Stories

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

"Spit it out!" The interrogator swallowed hard, avoiding the gruesome sight on the autopsy table, and began to read quickly. "The commander confessed that three months ago, the Rogue Alpha needed our Forbidden Zone's defensive layout to assassinate the Council of Elders." "Their original plan was to capture a lone pack member and corrupt them with dark magic and money." "But that night, they ran into Miss Wren." The interrogator's voice faltered for a moment, as if trying to organize his thoughts. "These were the rogue commander's exact words: 'We had already arranged a meeting spot with our insider. The traitor promised to lure someone important from the pack to us, to use as a bargaining c

I hated the fact that it looked it had been his plan from the beginning but all I wanted right now was my Sarah safe. ~~~~ At the safehouse, Rosa was already working the feeds. Mica had called her the second I left. I sat at the table, numb, while she pulled up port logs and satellite scans. “You’re not going to give him what he wants, right?” she asked. I didn’t answer. She turned the screen. “There’s a private freighter left port two hours ago. No manifest, ghost registration. Could be them. Headed west.” Mica said as he stared at the laptop in front of him.

But I couldn’t make myself look at Michaela’s expression as my guards dragged her away. A long silence hung over the plain in the wake of Michaela’s capture. Slowly, awkwardly, the crowd began to murmur and disperse – to pretend this was just another event, unsullied by betrayal. I waited for Henry López to shift back into human shape, slink away in disgrace, or even confront me. But he just stood there, not even twitching his black-tipped tail, silent and still. Judging me. Gritting my teeth, I said, “I thought I’d made it quite clear: anyone who aids this woman will be considered my enemy. She – she is a known traitor. I have to be a good Alpha; I have to do what’s best for my pack.”

Alec said, picking up one of the fallen chairs and sitting on them. Malakai didn't know what to tell him, he couldn't tell him about Eden, he didn't know about their relationship yet, he needed a cover. But then remembered there is a real issue. “We have a traitor.” He said and Alec’s eyes widened. “What?! Who?” Alec asked. He never thought that this would happen, Malakai always made sure he was careful about who he recruited. “Rhys. I don't have much evidence but I'm sure it's him.” Malakai said.

“Fast. Direct. Before he disappears into whatever network she is rebuilding.” “And if he already has?” someone asks. “Then we follow the trail anyway.” My voice does not rise. It does not need to. “We do not let this become another hidden war. Not after everything it took to expose the first one.” A long pause follows. Then Vera straightens. “Elder Marcus is hereby declared a traitor to the Council.” The words lock into place. Final. Unchallengeable. “The Council authorizes a full hunt,” she continues. “Led by Elder Iris.”

While I was happy to see how many innocents there were, I was positively disgusted with how many traitors there were. I had lost count, but there were well over five hundred traitors. The sheer number of traitors blew the Alphas away. They were confused and had a hefty dose of self-loathing going on for never realizing what was going on right underneath their noses. “Know this,” Alpha Amir barked out, catching everyone’s attention. “We don’t tolerate treason. Each of your sins will be collected, and you will pay for betraying what the Werewolf Council stands for.”

M**i's voice comes through the speaker as soon as he settles back onto the bus, moving our focus away from Quinton Smith. “Good day, sir,” we respond in unison. “You already know me, but in case you forgot, my name is M**i Hunters. Today, we will embark on a six-hour drive to Beverly Hill, the northern capital city. I hope you packed with you all the things you will need for the next 5 weeks?” “Yes, sir.” “I will not only be your driver unlike the first half of the trial, but I will also be your guide in the next five weeks, as directed by Alpha Dane. You go nowhere without informing me, is that clear?”

I leaned over the table, my hands—still stained with the lifeblood of his mentors—pressing down on the map. "Here is the reality, Rhys. My Hounds have already secured the sluice gates and the armory. The deserters your elders were training? They’re currently being hunted in the streets. You have a choice. You can play the offended Sovereign and start a war with the North over seven traitors, or you can accept that I just did the one thing you were too 'sincere' to do: I cleared the path for our future." I didn't give him room to breathe. I pulled a dagger from my belt—the same one that had ended Grey—and drove it through the center of the disputed territory on the map.

Lincoln finally says. “Mr. Carter, he’s not a dog. He’s my bodyguard, and only his boss can tell him to stop,” Freya announces proudly. “Aurelia’s mommy is going to jail now. Bad people get punished.” Lincoln walks over to Freya and smacks her face. “Do not talk to me like that. I am your father,” Lincoln demands. “Back away from the child now, or you’ll be going to the morgue tonight,” Marcel states as he presses his gun to Lincoln’s head, while dragging Hannah with him.