Words Made From Traitor Novels & Stories

Jane shake her head and look at the picture again and the note that was written above it. Christopher Edmonton, that night was the same night she thought Kate was true since then she never treated someone like she did with Kate, betrayal is the most common and cursed word in this world and respect, loyalty was one of the Adair's common vision, not being part of the clan has it's own perks yet I can't go against them, since an action of traitor will be bestowed upon someone who carried the Adair's name and bringing it down will means hell.

He wouldn't trust us just as much as we don't trust him. I am then taken by surprise when he apologises for the raid back then, but I have a feeling that he really had nothing to do with it. Maxine was the traitor within the pack. Mateo was the traitor or the rogue she was working with, but the one to make payment on Emma was this Joesph.

He has come to the same conclusion that I have. “Gunner” I said softly. He turned to face me, his eyes heavy with dread but held a hidden rage. His jaw was rigid and tight, and his brows were furrowed together. “We have a traitor” he said through clenched teeth. -------------------------------------------------- Authors note A traitor in the Tri-Moon pack. Who could it be? Leave a comment with your thoughts and guesses.

There is danger and we have traitors in our midst Hearing the word traitors, Max growled deep as his eyes flashed, changing between his wolf and his own as he took in what that meant. Knowing that someone trustworthy and someone who had always been with their pack was out to get them made Max want to kill someone. Just how far did the betrayal go? Could he even trust his own parents? After all, they did lie to him and the truth! Could he trust his sister who knew Gemma’s secret but chose to hide them from him….just who could he trust? “That thinking will surely get you killed young alpha” Lily said “You must think strategically. You must accept everyone as traitors but treat them like friend

Dark-wood attempted to protest, his voice trembling with defiance. "If..." he began, but I took a step closer, cutting him off mid-sentence. "If you question the trust and loyalty you owe your Alpha, then rest assured, you are no better than Bryan. Such doubt amounts to treason!" I snarled, my eyes blazing with an unwavering resolve. With those words, he froze in his tracks, realising the gravity of his potential betrayal. No one dared to be labelled a traitor in the eyes of our pack. "Very well, Alpha! I'll trust your word. But pray that this isn't a ploy, using the darkness of the night to deceive us into believing he's truly gone!"

Who had betrayed us, exposing our plans, and facilitating my capture so effortlessly? As they continued their conversation, my mind raced, searching for answers. My thoughts drifted to the faces of those I had once trusted, the palace staff, the advisors, even close confidants. Suspicion gnawed at me, casting a shadow over the memories I cherished. I listened attentively, desperately hoping they would slip up, reveal the name of the traitor who had sold us out. But they spoke in vague terms, referring to the informant as "the rat." Their voices dripped with disdain, as if the person's treachery was beneath them.

he denied. “Are you sure about that?” I smirked. The sight of my smile only made him paler. “You know, there are two things about traitors,” I spoke softly, yet my voice carried clearly throughout the hall. “I hate the fact that they are shameless rats hiding in the dark.” A cold silence settled over everyone. “But more importantly, I like the fact that after infiltrating my pack, they usually know some of my methods.” My smirk turned darker. More suffocating.

"Let’s make him talk." The traitor's eyes widened in horror.

Without hesitation, they obeyed. The first punch landed hard against the traitor’s ribs, making him collapse forward with a gasp. Another followed, then another. Each hit was precise, calculated. I picked up my fork again and resumed eating, watching as the man groaned in pain. "Traitors," I continued, cutting into my steak, "are like diseased dogs. They bite the hand that feeds them, thinking they are clever. But they always end up like this—broken, begging, regretting."

I kept quiet when I finished, waiting for him to say something but not a word came from him, I didn't hear anything from him or the others in the room. The silence was deafening. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You? My Luna? You’re a traitor. And as a traitor, you deserve nothing but death, punishment ” "I am not a traitor, you are the one trying to make me one,” I snapped, I wanted to stand from the floor but my knees were weak. “It was never too late, at least, no one knows that I am a traitor as you claimed, it's just us in this room, you could let out an alpha command on..."