Words Made From Traitor Novels & Stories

Kieran groans as he grabs her arm and drags her outside with him. “Mommy, what is a traitor?” Aria asks again once they are out of the room. I turn to look at her, stroking her hair between my fingers. “A traitor is someone who...” I clear my throat, not knowing how to esplain. “...someone who pretends to be your friend or on your side, but then does something to hurt you or help the other side instead.” “Did you hurt that lady? Why?” she asks, curiosity filling her eyes.

This was high-pitched and ear-shattering. “You….you are a traitor of your kind. I should have killed both of you when I had the chance-" she was cut off when Kael pierced the other knife on her body again. Their eyes both burned in anger and hatred. A flashback of how my mother stabbed my father filled my sight. The melodies rung on my ear, forcing me to shout to ease the pain. The waves came to me, I tried to go back at the shore until everything shut and fell silent. Finally.

Beatrice said, which made Clerophine laugh and cross her arms while looking at Beatrice. "And do you think that you can get me by saying that you apologize to him?" Clerophine asked and shook her head. "No, because a traitor like you has no place in this mansion and in our family, remember the saying, once a traitor is always a traitor, and that is your natural habit of being a traitor."

Alpha Ciandra began, “Beta Garrick, I…” “Shut it, Ciandra,” Angelo whispered behind her. Alpha Ciandra didn’t have a choice but to do so, and if it meant for the man to move away with his filthy mouth from her ear, she would do so. * They called her a traitor, a manipulator of the rules, and a know-it. The words from her pack members hurt the most since she has known them for all their lives.

A man came into view, his long hair fell past his shoulders and his presence alone commanded respect. “Traitor” Eleanor's voice is dipped in venom and her wolf, which had been forcibly locked up, tried to resurface to tear the man before her into shreds. “You betrayed everyone. We all trusted you!” Ethan chuckled and crossed his arms, his head tilting back just a little. “Trust” he repeated, the word sounded foreign coming from him, he shrugged and smirked, it wasn't his fault that they were fools enough to trust him. “Trust, my dear, is for the weak,” he remarked with a tone of certainty.

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

“You have two choices, Marcus. Submit… or leave. If you stay, you will kneel and accept me as your Alpha. If you walk away, you and your blood will be named traitors. There will be no return. No forgiveness.” The word traitor struck the pack hard. Many flinched at it. Some wolves lowered their eyes, ashamed. To be marked a traitor was worse than death. It meant exile. It meant losing the bond of the pack, the warmth of belonging. It meant wandering the world alone, weak, and hunted. And if a traitor ever came back,they would be killed.

Marco turned to me, his expression impassive. "Miss. Your orders for the traitor?"

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.

"So this is the woman you were all defending? Flirting with another man while dragging our pack into disgrace?" "That's not true!" "Then explain this!" someone from the crowd snapped. "You're clearly happy with another man! Look at your smile!" "It was a business—" "She's been plotting her way out for weeks. Just look at her." "Luna? More like traitor!" The word traitor hits harder than I expect. My heart sinks. My head feels light. The world is spinning too fast and my voice is lost beneath theirs. "Are you all deaf?! I said that's not true!"