The Traitor Novels & Stories

Angelo yells. Russef laughs, “Idiot, you think she loves you, Angelo? She’s just like Juliet over here, a spy, a traitor.” Angelo looks at him confused, “How did you know that?” “Juliet was only doing her job, Russef, that’s different.” “Kira is my daughter, you pussy licker,” Russef laughs. I knew it, I god-damn I knew it, and I told him that she could not be trusted.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

He remained at my side because he wanted to stay present through each situation which happened at that very moment. He pointed to my purse " Whatever this is that threatens you, I can assist you,But you must place your faith in me”. The word trust felt like a cruel joke which taunted me from inside my mind. I found it impossible to trust anyone at this point in time. I started to doubt myself about making decisions which would lead to good outcomes. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a loud drum of fear and guilt. I had never relied on other people for help, not even with Eleanor. Victor wasn’t intended to become my source of support. He served as a danger who had already caused me to f

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

“I’m guessing that Sawyer also didn’t tell you that Althea lost her white wolf because of it. She betrayed the Moon Goddess, along with all of us, and Gillian paid the price.” He turns, walking back in his cell, running his fingers through his hair before turning back. “Where is Althea now?” “With Sawyer, wherever those who betray the Moon Goddess go when they die.” “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” he screams, grabbing for me through the cell bars. The smell of his burning skin is worse than the sound of his skin sizzling on the silver. I lean forward. “I’d rather be a son of a bitch than a friend who betrays the ones who trusted him.”

Deron yanked open the door and pulled a whimpering Troy out, on all fours with a rope around his neck to the centre of the room. “He is a traitor and needs to be treated as one.” Deron spat, his voice filled with disgust. “Get your brother up here,” I ordered, dismissing Deron. I squatted, my face inches away from that of my head of staff. “What do you know?” my voice was deathly calm. His lips were twice their normal size, making him stutter. “They..the…they forced me. I did…I didn't want to do it. Please…please forgive me, Alpha Ryder.”

The room feels impossibly small, the air thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Sofia glances at me, her eyes wide, pleading. She takes a deep breath, and for a second, I swear she’s about to break down. “The traitor,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “is someone close to Marco. Someone he’s trusted for years.”

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

"Zainab I'm sorry for everything. I don't think you really know how I feel or how I desperately need your forgiveness. I love you so freaking much that it hurts. If there's anything I could do..." "There's something that you could do for me right now." "Just mention it." "Embrace me." And he did embraced her in the dark, in the middle of the sea full of candles. He did embraced her under the light of a thousand stars. He did embraced her because he desperately wanted to. He did embraced her because it's halal. They're halal And he embraced her because they are meant to be even after he Betrayed her. *****

Alpha Melissa's voice, sharp and tight, cracked through the room like a whip. Purposely hesitating, I glanced at them and then to the floor. “The Betrayer has killed four people in the last seven years. It’s making him bolder. Each kill has been higher in the pack hierarchy and now the Praetor’s liaison. I… I think this might be him trying to call the Praetor here.” *Nicely done, nicely done,* Balric said. I couldn’t help preen a little. This was all playing out just as I planned it.