The Betrayal Bond Book Novels & Stories

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

“No.” “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he said, calm and controlled, like he was speaking to someone being difficult. “The pack punishment for betrayal is banishment, not this,” I yelled. My voice echoed in the clearing, thin and desperate. Caitlin snorted and walked forward. “Banishment wouldn’t be enough,” she said lightly, like she was discussing something trivial. “Not when the bond refused to sever.” My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. “You felt it too, didn’t you?” she continued, tilting her head. “Even after the rejection. Still there. Still clinging.”

I can’t wait to celebrate at your wedding! The mafia world was always shrouded in secrecy. The Vittorio family would never disclose accurate information to outsiders. She wasn’t part of the inner circle. How did she know about my supposed wedding? Startled, I tapped into Leonardo’s Facebook profile. His profile picture and cover photo had all been changed to pictures of me. Even his bio had been updated. [My one and only love, Madeline.] I was utterly speechless. In the previous lifetime, no matter how much I begged, he had never once shown even the slightest affection for me in public. Yet now, after losing me, he suddenly wanted to repent?

I shouted to myself. When I heard the floorboard creaking, I looked over when it hit me. Her scent of fresh strawberries and cream. When our eyes met and the mate bond connected, she grabbed her chest and doubled over in pain. I knew it was the betrayal pains that I was causing her. I immediately pulled out of Diane and jumped off the bed. It hurt knowing I had put that pain on my mate.

And the specific detail that had made me read it twice was a single sentence in the middle of the third page that I had folded carefully over so neither of them could accidentally see it when I put the letter away. One sentence. Written thirty years ago. About a betrayal coming from inside the bond itself. Not from outside. Not from Callum or Harlan or whoever was above them. From inside. Someone in the bond was going to break it deliberately. Vael had written it thirty years ago and left the name blank the same way she had left the date blank. Waiting for someone to fill it in. I ate my breakfast and kept my face completely right and my wolf was very still and very watchful and the kitchen

The bond between him and his wolf had always been strong, but now, with the pain of Cana’s betrayal, it felt like a raging storm that couldn’t be contained. He had trusted her. He had cared for her, protected her, fought for her—and now it all seemed like it had been for nothing. Everything she had promised him, everything they had shared, had been a lie. She had betrayed him, and the wound cut deeper than he had ever anticipated. The bond they had shared felt like it had snapped, and now he was left in the rubble, unsure of who she was.

Callum wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing his forehead between my shoulder blades. "Some sacrifices," I whispered, tightening my fingers over his, "are worth the price of betrayal." Beyond the windows, the city lights twinkled, oblivious to the dangerous game we'd just begun. The mate bond between us pulsed with equal measures of love and fear – fear not of Amelia, but of the web of lies and secrets we'd just entangled ourselves in. Because no matter how justified our reasons, betrayal had a way of poisoning everything it touched. And as I stood there in Callum's arms, watching storm clouds gather over London, I couldn't shake the feeling that we'd just signed a deal with the d

“Tyler Eric Houston, you are charged with eighteen counts of mate bond betrayal and infidelity, guilty by your own admission. You are further accused of putting your pack in danger by leaving a hole in the warrior defenses as a direct result of the crimes you committed. Mate bond betrayal is abuse as outlined in your pack’s bylaws. Abuse is punishable by lashes from the silver whip. Do you have anything to say before punishment is carried out?” Alpha King Bradford recited. “Vanessa Stinson is a whore and has betrayed the bond herself. She ran away of her own accord and is the one who created the hole in the warrior defenses. Not that there’s a hole, she wasn’t that strong,” I replied.

Magic stirred, old and binding. He raised a hand. But even as he lifted it, he felt her. The bond stirred—not gently, not with affection, but with a tremor of dread. She was coming. And she knew. Not just what waited for her, but why. She felt his intent through the thread that bound them. She knew he was about to use her as a symbol. And she hated it. The anguish radiating through the bond was sharp enough to stagger him. It wasn’t fear—it was betrayal. Not because she thought he meant to harm her, but because he’d chosen the court over trust. Again.

He’s always shown disgust toward me, and he’s used the bond to torment me for years. When mates find each other, an imprinting bond forms. It heightens attraction, but it also makes betrayal hit harder, even without marking. That includes unfaithfulness. He’s made it his mission to hurt me every chance he gets, just like this morning in the kitchen when he probably slept with one of the easy girls from the pack. A welcome gift, I guess.