One Piece Fanfiction Luffy Betrayed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Fear clogged my throat and I had to plant my feet firmly on the ground to prevent my wolf from pushing me forward to help. “Who are you? What’s going on? How dare you enter my pack and-” A blow to his abdomen by one of the armed men broke him off. Another took his hands and restrained them tightly behind his back. “You’re the Alpha eh? Bold wolf, throwing a party and inviting everyone in these hard times.” The one who punched him joked and his men laughed. “Relax. We’re the Lycan King's men.” Lucas made a sound that was half growl, half yell.

He didn’t answer. Because the figure lifted a hand—and Lucien dropped to his knees, choking on air that wasn’t there. “Lucien!” Alya surged forward, but the sword locked in her grip. Glowing. Judging. The figure spoke. Not in sound—but in her mind. “You betrayed us.” Alya’s breath hitched. “No. I wasn’t even—” “You wore the crown. You abandoned the oath. And now you raise the blade again?” “I didn’t choose any of this!” she screamed. “I didn’t ask to be born into a bloodline of monsters!”

“I believe you. But until we find the real culprit, you can't be seen in my land. I can't be seen around you.” “So why put up a show for your beta and wife?” her voice was spiteful. “Because I don't trust them. After your accusation, I can't fully trust my beta till I've found out the truth.” I held her hand, stopping her from walking. “Do you trust him? Lucas, I mean?” A frown sprouted on her face. “What are you talking about?” “He might be responsible for the attack on my land. If he feels you're not his little puppet anymore, he would want to destroy you.”

What we’d done. “Think whatever you’d like Eleanor but just know that this meant nothing to me. All I did was help out my luna, which is what a good alpha would do. Good luck getting anyone to believe I did anything wrong,” Lorenzo said coolly. I couldn’t believe what I’d heard and at that moment the dam broke, my tears spilling freely down my cheeks. I sucked in a breath and steeled myself. Lorenzo had betrayed me again, and at that point I had nobody to blame but myself for trusting him.

But I had. Because pain didn’t always scream—it sometimes shattered in silence. And Rowan was breaking. I looked down at my hands, fingers flexing, remembering what it felt like to fight beside Lyra. To laugh with her. To see her smile like everything was simple. But it wasn’t simple anymore. It hadn’t been for a long time. Lyra had betrayed us. She had given Zerathos something. Something he needed. Maybe not a weapon. Maybe not a location. But it had to be something important enough for him to want her.

It was clear in that moment that she had orchestrated this entire charade, and I was but a pawn in her game. As Damien held Lily close, a searing pain ripped through my heart. I had loved him, trusted him, and now he believed the lies of my false friend. The weight of their betrayal crushed me, and I knew that my fate was sealed, not only as a traitor but as a scorned lover.

The words felt like a prophecy, like something old and dark that had been lurking beneath the surface, waiting to rise. As we sailed into the storm, the wind howling around us, I knew this was only the beginning. The darkness was coming for us. The magic, the curses, the ancient forces, they weren't finished with us yet. We broke a promise, a contract made long ago between gods. No, Lupa broke it. She betrayed her husband and brother in laws by giving us freedom. We were to pay the price of Lupa's betrayal and I wasn't sure if we would survive it.

I felt so ashamed that I’d let him use me like that. I should’ve been strong enough to resist the bond, but he was my mate. I thought I could trust him. He’d betrayed me in less than a day. “Some mate you gave me, Goddess,” I said bitterly, looking up briefly. Thunder rumbled in response, a storm clearly brewing. I had no more tears to cry and finally, the bus rolled up. The driver got off and loaded my suitcase in one of the compartments under the bus. I went to the back as usual and sat in the corner seat. A few more people got on, and we were pulling out within five minutes.

I ask. “Rose wants grandchildren. She wants me married, settled, happy.” His voice turns cold. “She doesn’t need to know this is a business transaction.” “So I’m supposed to pretend we’re in love?” “Can you do that, Miss Lawrence?” He leans against his desk, studying me. “Can you lie in a convincing way?” The irony makes me want to laugh. I’m already lying to him. Planning to betray him. Steal his secrets for his brother. “Yes,” I say. “I can lie.”

Giulia, her childhood friend, had sold her out. The safehouse key Alessandro gave her weighed in her pocket. She couldn’t afford to lose that trust. But Giulia’s betrayal cut deeper than Dante’s voicemails or Sofia’s taunts. Livia had trusted her, shared secrets over late-night coffees, only to learn she’d leaked her plans to Sofia, Dante’s scheming ally. The photo trembled in her hand, Giulia’s smile now a smirk. Livia’s green eyes narrowed with resolve hardening like the steel she’d forged burning Dante’s voicemails last night. She wasn’t that gambled bride anymore—she was a player, and players didn’t forgive traitors.