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She couldn't shake the feeling that trouble was brewing Ellaya closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing like a gunshot in the silence. She sank against the wooden barrier, her body trembling as silent sobs wrenched from her chest. The weight of his betrayal crashed down on her—his deceit wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud. Every sweet word he whispered now twisted into venomous lies, clawing at her heart.

She was so beautiful and she is my twin. At that moment, I realized what betrayal feels like. Betrayal that wounded not only my heart but also carved a deep scar on my soul as well. Lucas Nicholas Alexander promised to marry me. But he broke that promise by marrying my twin instead of me. My stupid self remained seated on the pew, watching the holy matrimony unfold in front of the altar. Only the scarf covering my hair and half of my face conceals the indescribable pain shown in my expression.

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

long-life milk. I fumed inwardly as I walked slowly on Damien's arm. But I managed to paste a fake smile on my face.... nodding to people I knew were smiling to me but I was already dissecting every minute of the ceremony. I couldn't believe I had betrayed myself so badly with my reaction to that kiss. I couldn't believe that at the mere touch of his mouth to mine, all my iron-clad intentions dissolved to dust. This was going to be a lot harder than I had anticipated because I was so vulnerable to his touch.

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

My stomach twisted violently, my chest constricted, and the world seemed to tilt dangerously under my feet. I froze, unable to comprehend, unable to move. My hands clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, to tear into him with every ounce of rage I possessed but my body betrayed me with paralysis. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t look away from the betrayal.

I, who believed our union, our merger, unassailable. The pain arrives in a second wave. A titanic, silent wave that sweeps everything away: the pride of the previous day, the serenity, the rooted trust of forty years. It leaves a cold desert, vibrating with a single feeling: betrayal. My fingers tremble. A pure, white, instantaneous rage takes over from the stupefaction. It animates me, guides me with frightening precision. I seize the phone. The screen locks. I place it back exactly where it was. The luminous notification still blinks, innocent and obscene.

Just the heavy weight of betrayal settling over their shared bed. By morning, the distance had grown. Rowan left for the tower without their usual morning embrace. Alex stayed behind longer, staring at the ceiling, chest tight with regret and anger. Another message from Elias arrived while he dressed. A photo of the café meeting and the timestamped security feed. **Betrayal tastes familiar, does it not? The board has everything now. Your obsession is crumbling from within.** When Alex reached the tower, Rowan did not summon him. No secret meetings. No texts. The huge betrayal had pushed them to the edge. Communication stopped. The silence between them felt louder than any argument.

Aurora latched on eagerly, sucking with slow, deep pulls that sent sparks of pleasure through Sophia’s body. “Let them come,” Sophia murmured, voice low and dark. “We’ll give them exactly what they think they want.” The ritual “Seeds of Betrayal” began under the blood moon. Over 68 million viewers flooded the encrypted global stream. The sanctuary was packed — nearly one hundred and twenty bodies from the merged bloodlines. The air was stifling, thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm milk, sweat, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition and distrust.

The word felt like ash on my tongue, reminding me of Henry’s promises, of the Summers’ betrayals, of everything i had lost. I turned away, pacing around the living room. My mind was now a storm. A part of me wanted to scream that i’d rather rot on the streets than bind myself to a man who saw me as a contract. Another part was quiet but persistent, and whispered that he was offering me the only lifeline i had left.