Novel & Cerita Soma Traitor

In the past, Soma Midorikawa trained to become an Alpha by having a dozen mates provided by his family. They force him to learn how to mate, fuck, and satisfy his need with all of the women that his father called his pleasure parade. Soma’s twisted mind begins from his father’s training, he likes to become the master, inflicting pain and pleasure at the same time. Soma loves to dominate, although the guilt also lingers. He chooses them every night to warm his bed, giving up every indulge possible, with one exclusive woman, or with two or more women in one night. , he met with Payne and Gale, the two of them intrigued him so much, not just their dynamic, but also because of their ambition, as

The only thing I knew was that it wasn’t being held at The Tower since it required a car. It would be cruel to press them for more. They couldn't share, no matter how badly they wanted to. It didn't matter where I went or how carefree I pretended to be; I was still me. I was the daughter of the Southern Illyrian Alpha. The daughter of a thief, liar, and murderer. He managed to hide all of it from me but then again, I did as he told me years ago, I always obeyed, and I never tried to leave. I knew what would happen to me or, more importantly, what would happen to the ones I cared about if I ever tried.

This man is truly a masterpiece. But this is not important. Now Agnes began to fear and regret. Ryan Gonzalez is known as a powerful and extremely difficult person. If he wakes up and remembers that she made a joke about him, he will kill her. She didn't want her normal, peaceful life to be overturned in an instant.

His eyes were completely sunken, and his face looked worn out. He stopped releasing his aura, and he started pleading with me instead. "Margaret and I saved you and brought you home all those years ago, and we raised you like our own. Have we ever treated you badly? We took you into the pack, yet you still chose to betray us! "Sophia is our only biological daughter. Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack?!"

"I spent a century doing the Triad’s dirty work. I’ve burned villages, I’ve drained families, and I’ve helped build the very cages you’re currently trying to escape. I was Zilo’s predecessor in spirit, if not in name. I was the hand that enforced the Blood Union before they even called it that." "Then why stop?" Sofia asked, her gaze never wavering. "Why play the part of a broken-down human trainer in the middle of a gutter?" "Because I found out that even a monster has a limit," Somito said, his amber eyes dimming as he looked toward the dark horizon of the Abribi District. "I was ordered to execute a group of Dhampir children—hybrids who were seen as a threat to the purity of the Blooded l

"Then why threaten me? Why the games?" "Because I needed to test you. See if you were worthy of leading Colt's legacy." Victor leaned forward. "You passed. Barely. But you passed." "What about the traitor? Do you know who it is?" "Yes. And so do you. You just have not accepted it yet." Victor pulled out another file. "Sienna was not wrong. The traitor is someone close to you. Someone you trust." He opened the file. Inside were photos. Evidence. Proof.

The Price of Possession and the Currency of Trust . In the ceaseless, high-pressure environment of the Nagpur site, the alliances that governed the Bong project solidified and darkened like damp earth. Suman, the chief strategist of the green foundation, had settled into a routine of ruthlessly effective information extraction. Roberts, the CFO, still reeling from the betrayal of his partner, Lara, had become utterly reliant on Suman for both political sanctuary and physical release. His frantic desperation to maintain an anchor had evolved into a blind, devoted possession, an obsession Suman exploited with cool, clinical efficiency.

Adrian shot back. Damian’s jaw tightened. “If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.” Adrian fell silent, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Enough,” Sage said, her voice firm. “We don’t have time to argue. Let’s set the trap and see what happens.” --- The next day, the team moved into action. Sage and Maya worked together to fabricate the false intel, creating a detailed report about a supply convoy loaded with advanced weapons and medical supplies. Alex encoded the file and planted it on a secure server that the traitor would have access to.

“You play a convincing rat.” Sabatine met his gaze. “It’s not a role I ever wanted.” He looked back at Anton. “But for you, I’ll play any part they need to see.” The trap was now double-spring. The digital phantom had been sampled. Now, the human confirmation—a tragically loyal man turned pragmatic traitor—was offering the full feast. They had played the mole so convincingly the earth itself seemed to believe it. All that was left was to see what manner of predator took the bait.

When my mom submitted her own drafts, she was publicly accused of copying the same designs. Not long after that, news of my SAT cheating scandal went viral online as well. That was how our entire family became known as a family of plagiarists. Crushed beneath public criticism and massive compensation fees, my mom gradually fell into depression. After my suicide, she passed away too. Back then, I didn't understand why it all happened, and I didn't want to believe Shirley was involved. But after getting a second chance at life, I finally saw Shirley for who she truly was.