Soma Traitor Novels & Stories

His eyes were completely sunken, and his face looked worn out. He stopped releasing his aura, and he started pleading with me instead. "Margaret and I saved you and brought you home all those years ago, and we raised you like our own. Have we ever treated you badly? We took you into the pack, yet you still chose to betray us! "Sophia is our only biological daughter. Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack?!"

"I spent a century doing the Triad’s dirty work. I’ve burned villages, I’ve drained families, and I’ve helped build the very cages you’re currently trying to escape. I was Zilo’s predecessor in spirit, if not in name. I was the hand that enforced the Blood Union before they even called it that." "Then why stop?" Sofia asked, her gaze never wavering. "Why play the part of a broken-down human trainer in the middle of a gutter?" "Because I found out that even a monster has a limit," Somito said, his amber eyes dimming as he looked toward the dark horizon of the Abribi District. "I was ordered to execute a group of Dhampir children—hybrids who were seen as a threat to the purity of the Blooded l

"Then why threaten me? Why the games?" "Because I needed to test you. See if you were worthy of leading Colt's legacy." Victor leaned forward. "You passed. Barely. But you passed." "What about the traitor? Do you know who it is?" "Yes. And so do you. You just have not accepted it yet." Victor pulled out another file. "Sienna was not wrong. The traitor is someone close to you. Someone you trust." He opened the file. Inside were photos. Evidence. Proof.

The Price of Possession and the Currency of Trust . In the ceaseless, high-pressure environment of the Nagpur site, the alliances that governed the Bong project solidified and darkened like damp earth. Suman, the chief strategist of the green foundation, had settled into a routine of ruthlessly effective information extraction. Roberts, the CFO, still reeling from the betrayal of his partner, Lara, had become utterly reliant on Suman for both political sanctuary and physical release. His frantic desperation to maintain an anchor had evolved into a blind, devoted possession, an obsession Suman exploited with cool, clinical efficiency.

Adrian shot back. Damian’s jaw tightened. “If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.” Adrian fell silent, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Enough,” Sage said, her voice firm. “We don’t have time to argue. Let’s set the trap and see what happens.” --- The next day, the team moved into action. Sage and Maya worked together to fabricate the false intel, creating a detailed report about a supply convoy loaded with advanced weapons and medical supplies. Alex encoded the file and planted it on a secure server that the traitor would have access to.