The Traitor Novels & Stories

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.

The revelation is as shocking as it is painful: someone I had once considered a confidant, a friend, had been feeding secrets to those who sought to reignite the flames of discord. During a clandestine meeting in a secluded part of the rebuilt city, I confront this traitor. The confrontation is charged with raw emotion, the air thick with accusations and shattered trust. “How could you?” I demand, my voice cracking with hurt and fury. “We built this peace together, and you chose to destroy it from within.” The traitor’s eyes, filled with regret and fear, tremble as he responds, “I did it for what I believed was the greater good. I thought I was saving our peop

Gareth wanted to force a move to show her and her minions that he wasn’t playing around, but then, Quade and the betrayer stood defensively, showing him that they weren’t either. “You think I am a traitor?” She said between one of her cold laughs. “I think we all know who the real traitor is here. Lucian, the man of the hour, is the one and only traitor here who betrayed a long-term friendship.” Her fingers trace an imaginary line down from my ear to my chin. My chest twisted with betrayal once more as Nadia spoke. The thoughts of my moments with Orion slammed into memory. Never for once have I thought he’d betray me, and even worse, his sister.

His forearms were scarred, veins thick, the arms of a man who had broken too many bones to count. “Betrayal,” he said again, louder this time, so the word hung in the basement like smoke. He reached for the pistol resting on the table beside him, spun it once in his hand, then crouched again so the barrel pressed right under the man’s jaw. The prisoner froze, shaking so hard the chair rattled. Valerio’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You know what happens to traitors in my world? They don’t just die. They disappear. Even God forgets their names.”

“You've been feeding information to our enemies, trying to undermine our operations.” Victor, the man, was on both of his knees, covered in blood. “D-Dermos, I can explain-” What was going on? Dermos cut him off with a raised hand. “Save it. I've heard enough. “You're a traitor, Victor,” Dermos said, his voice filled with disdain. “You know the penalty for treason.” Victor's eyes went wide, and he started begging, “Please, Dermos, have mercy! I'll do anything!”

"After them!" I shouted, my heart pounding as I sprinted forward, Noah and Selena close behind. The traitor had disappeared into the shadows of the hall, slipping away like a ghost. We rushed through the narrow corridors, the weight of betrayal pressing down on us. The traitor—a former ally, a trusted figure—had turned against us. My father, Leo, the man who had built this pack from the ground up, was now in danger. I couldn’t allow them to succeed.

'You know I didn't mean that, I was annoyed at that moment'. No Response....... I rolled my eyes 'Okay, am sorry... Satisfied?'. ('YES SO WHY DON'T WE GO OVER ALL THE MEMBERS OF YOUR PARK AND SEE WHO IS LIKELY TO BETRAY YOU'). That was a nice idea, i might even find the traitor before Hunter exposed him/her 'Okay, but how are we sure that the traitor is a person?'. ('CAUSE WHEN YOU ASKED IF THE PERSON WAS STILL IN THE MANSION, HUNTER ANSWERED YES CONFIRMING THAT THE TRAITOR WAS A PERSON, ONE PERSON, DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW').

“The Den. They were going to kill everyone inside. I couldn’t let that happen.” He paused, his hand on the door. He didn’t look back. “You should have come to me,” he said, and the words were heavy with a final, crushing disappointment. “A true Alpha trusts his pack. A traitor trusts only his secret.” He left. The bar dropped again, the sound echoing in the hollow space. I slid down the wall to the dirt floor, clutching my ribs. He was right. I was a traitor. But I was also the only one who had seen what was coming. The weight of that truth was my prison, heavier than any logs.

' "You're a traitor. I will make you weak and enter you by force, I will tie you up and whip your body until you cry out for mercy." "Ooh ... No ... Daddy, punish me ... I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm a traitor." Said Lisa sighed. “I… Oh… ah… I met an intelligent woman from England, she and her alpha came and asked for access to the pack… I promised to meet her tomorrow at the café… and escorted her in. I'm a traitor, Daddy…. Punish me." Lisa sighed uncontrollably, her body was shaking..she seemed like she was about to reach her peak.

“One by one. I don’t care if they’ve sworn loyalty for years, if even one of them so much as flinches under questioning, I’ll know.” Roman nodded grimly. “I’ll handle it.” His tone promised broken bones if he had to drag the truth out of them himself. I paced to the far end of the warehouse, the echo of my boots bouncing off the walls. This wasn’t the first time someone slipped through the cracks. The delivery man had been freed under our noses just enough to attack me, and now Erin. Both times, it pointed to the same ugly truth, there was a traitor in my pack. My chest tightened, rage flaring hot and bitter. I hated traitors more than rogues. Rogues at least had the guts to stand against us