Twisted Loyalties Novels & Stories

Alessia's gaze drifted past me—lost in memories that still tasted like blood. “Domenico Severi.” Luca’s POV I lingered by the far door, listening in. My earpiece crackled to life. A coded voice came through: “They’re taking the bait.” I swallowed hard, the acid rising in my throat. Sometimes loyalty isn’t about love. It’s about survival. Alessia’s POV At midnight, I would stand beneath stained glass and secrets. I’d look Severi in the eye. And I’d decide if the truth was worth more than my blood. And if betrayal lingered by my side—I’d be ready.

he snapped. "Then let's talk about the most obvious one," I said, refusing to be discouraged. "You think the Alpha is weak? Well, let me burst that bubble. The Alpha is not weak—he just values loyalty." I ignored the whispers from the crowd, and my eyes fixed on Reynolds, who was looking more frustrated by the minute. "He is loyal to his pack and loyal to his family. Loyal to his mate. And yet, that quality that you once were proud of is what you despise him for. How twisted is that?"

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

He doesn’t reply, he just shakes his head, and runs his hand through his hair again. “How many times did you fuck someone else and then come home to me?” The words broke me as I said them. “I’m telling the truth, I never did those things. You have my loyalty.” I knew Kol was telling the truth….but I still couldn’t believe his words. The stinging in my eyes becomes stronger with every word he lets out.- Among all the dishonesty from him during our relationship. He didn’t always lie, I knew this now. He wasn’t the prince of lies as I thought he was since he came back.

Ursa’s culture was built on loyalty-- to the nation, to family… to lovers. Ursa finally glanced over at her husband. That was her person now. Her loyalty, her appreciation… her love, it was all for him now. Soon, though, that love would be tested.

, I said with my voice breaking as my heart hurt and the tears continued to fall down my cheeks. "He did not tell me about it. He kept it a secret. He chose his father-", I said calmly this time but I knew my face was ruined already. My face is soaked in my tears. I stopped talking as I cried profusely and helplessly. William had betrayed me. The only person I had to trust to get that asshole for me is turning his back on me. Joanna pulled me into a tight hug and I cried on her shoulders. Why is this happening to me? Why me?

The decision was too much to take lightly. The warriors in my path were getting progressively less agile. The air agitated them, yet their comprehension was unclear. They were ignorant of my situation. What was at stake. Thorn's gaze widened to my troops, then turned back towards me. "You possess great loyalty, Fabian. It is possible that loyalty can be both harmful and advantageous. It can blind you. Make you weak. "I had a fire burning inside me, the same fury that had consumed my life. I understood loyalty. It's the foundation of my life. It's what keeps me going. I am committed to never betraying my people.

Her words hung in the air, fragile yet unyielding. Liam looked at her then, really looked, as though searching for the truth in her soul. For a flicker of a moment, she saw the man she loved, the one who had once promised her forever without fear. But the weight of betrayal, suspicion, and pride pressed down too heavily. “Torn between loyalties,” he whispered bitterly, almost to himself. “That’s what they’ll call it. That’s what it feels like.”

But the way she tapped her pen harder than necessary against the page told me otherwise. Good. If I could get under her skin this easily, then maybe this plan wasn’t as doomed as my conscience kept insisting it was. Halfway through the lecture, the professor posed a question about loyalty and betrayal in ancient wolf pacts. Before anyone else could move, Teya raised her hand. “Loyalty isn’t just about obedience,” she said firmly. “It’s about choice. The most meaningful loyalty comes when you can leave, but you decide to stay. When you’re not chained, but you’re still bound.”

It says something about me, about the places where my certainty has made me blind, and I file that away to examine later, when there is time. Idris is waiting at the edge of the tree line with twelve warriors. Lancaster wolves, every one of them, men and women who have fought beside me and bled beside me and never asked for more than honesty in return. They stand quietly, without the restless energy of wolves who need to know the mission before they commit. They are already committed. That is loyalty. That is the thing Gideon spent years trying to manufacture through fear and manipulation and never once understood could not be manufactured. It is either real or it isn't.