Soma Traitor Novels & Stories

He sat behind a desk carved from a single block of obsidian, the pale light of the Montague lunar-lamps casting long, sharp shadows across his angular features. “The Triad has been breathing down my neck since I was old enough to walk. It’s time I returned the favor,” Sofia replied. She stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the neon sprawl of the city. Her posture was different now—gone was the hunched, defensive girl from the slums. In her place stood someone with the stillness of a predator. “Nomo knows the routes better than their own drivers. And Somito? He’s a ghost in the machine. They won't even know he's there until the data starts leaking.”

“It’s too precise to be a coincidence. What if someone at this summit is feeding him information?” My breath stops cold. Someone in this summit… feeding Thanox information?! My ears ring. My hand curls around the leather-bound portfolio at my side, nearly tearing it. I keep walking with Sarah and Elian, who are both caught up in the conversation of what to buy as gifts to share when we return to the Moonclaw Rogue Pack. My head is spinning. A traitor. Among us. Fuck. Back in the library of the Moonclaw Institute, I once read a saying that has stuck with me for years. And now, I remember the words. Loud and clear:

the words escaped Lucas's lips, but all three of us knew they were our Uncle Dexter's words—what he'd ingrained in us, and I'd never doubted it until this very day, "Sooner or later, she'll reveal her true colors." "Then why the fuck are we even here? We should just leave, shouldn't we? Why do we stand for a wretched woman who, to us, will always remain just another traitor?" I demanded, frustration seeping through, "Why not banish her from the pack and eliminate the risk?" "You know we can't do that, Alex," Caleb stepped in, filling the void left by Lucas's silence, "She has to pay." Even he understood that wasn't the whole truth, and I knew it too.

“She’s a mastermind. She never moves without a plan—without covering her tracks. But this is bigger than her usual operations. She’s not just coming after me... she’s coming after my empire.” Dante leaned forward, tapping on one of the screens, bringing up a series of encrypted messages that had been intercepted. “We’ve traced the communications. One of your captains has been in contact with Isadora. And now, we’re seeing the first signs of betrayal. She’s playing the long game, using your own people against you.” Rafael’s fist clenched around the edge of the table. “Who?” Dante scrolled through the data, revealing the name of the traitor. “Luca Domare.”

“Um… I’m sorry?” “It was not dat long ago, not surprised dat you may not ave eard about it. Why?” “My mate is originally from there, I was trying to contact her father.” “Oo was er father?” “Alpha Liam” “I am so sorry Alpha e did not make it. I eard dere was a traitor, but dat is all.” “Yes, the traitor was the gamma, Stuart, he has kidnapped my mate. I was hoping her father might be able to help but I guess not.”

“And I thought it couldn't get any fucking worse.” I swallow hard, forcing myself to push past the shock and get to the critical information. “That’s not the only thing.” He looks up sharply, instantly alert, recognizing the absolute terror in my voice. “I figured out who the traitor is,” I whisper, like she's just outside the door. “It’s Naomi. One of my personal Omega helpers. She came in while I was unconscious. She cut my hair.” I lift the front strands, showing him the uneven, choppy line at the front. "I don't know what she wants to use it for, but I guarantee you that it can't be good."

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

Eyes clear and unflinching. ‘My name is Sofia Vasilev,’ she began, her voice steady. ‘The Council has declared me a traitor.’ Across the city, across continents, operatives paused mid-task. Screens flickered. Conversations stalled. ‘I was trained by the Council to kill in the dark,’ she continued. ‘To obey without question. To believe that survival was loyalty.’ Behind her image, files began to scroll—classified orders, timestamps, authorisation codes bearing Madam Lee’s signature. ‘They told me I was protecting the world,’ Sofia said. ‘They lied.’

Closing my eyes, I reclined back onto the nearest chair that I occupied in the hospital, "They found the culprit. The guy who ran Sasha down. They brought him up for interrogation." "Oh, my God. Did you find any links to Douglas?" "No. He's nowhere involved. As far as we're aware." "I'm listening." "So after our last call, which was two days ago, I got a call from the police saying they'd found some evidence which paved the way to where the culprit was hiding. They took him in for interrogation that lasted two days, in the course of which he confessed that he had accidentally run over Sasha as his vehicle was malfunctioning. His breaks weren't working, and since Sasha was on a phone call whi

Somia took a breath. “I see that this is a big opportunity for me, and the only way to collect my father’s property back from my Uncle. I know that he will want to do anything to win this contract, so this is going to work for me and maybe this is the reason why I am in MMO Company” “Please Ashar! Give me the power on this, let me do this for my family and to make them happy. Give me the order and go ahead, please!” Somia said with low voice.