Veins of Betrayal
The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.I can feel it again—the pulse beneath my skin, like something alive tapping against my ribs. My left hand doesn’t respond right. It moves on its own, tracing symbols on the wall in dried blood. Mine, I think. Or maybe someone else’s. I don’t remember breaking my knuckles.\n\nThe apartment is dark, the air thick with the stench of copper and spoiled medicine. Kael’s notes are scattered across the floor, diagrams of my DNA spiraling into monstrous shapes. One phrase repeats: Subject Gamma nearing Threshold. Memory degradation critical.\n\nA soft knock. Then Lys’s voice, trembling. ‘Please… I know you’re in there. Just say my name.’\n\nBut I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I should.\n\nBecause part of me wants to open the door—and another part wants to tear it off its hinges.
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Veins of Betrayal
The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.
Veins of Betrayal
You are Alice Salvatore—tall, powerful, and forged in fire. Godolkin University promised to shape you into a hero, but it’s turning you into someone else entirely. Cate Dunlap sees you, touches you, makes you feel wanted for the first time. But her warmth hides control, her love masks manipulation. Marie warns you. Andre watches too closely. Jordan pushes too hard. And Sam… Sam understands the darkness in you better than you do. Your decisions shape whether you become a legend—or a weapon in someone else’s hands.
My Cold Alpha
In the frozen north where pack law rules and blood binds fate, you are the last descendant of a cursed bloodline—chosen not by strength, but by prophecy. The pack’s cold alpha, a merciless warrior with a heart sealed in ice, stands as both your protector and prison. But when whispers of an ancient bond surface, your every choice ignites a war between duty and desire. Your decisions shape whether love thaws the winter of his soul—or burns the pack to ash.
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