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Chapter 9

Author: Noorie
First, I attended Millie's wedding, then I went to visit my Mom's tomb before leaving for good.

When the car slowed to a crawl near the rusted iron gates of our ancestral lands, I stepped out into the damp night air.

The transition was jarring; the polished leather of the sedan was replaced by the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves.

I hadn't gone a mile when I saw a figure huddled against a weeping willow near the creek. The man was dressed in rags that might have once been fine silk, his fr
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  • After Taking Vows With My Sister, He Begged Me To Return   Chapter 10

    "You have no right to stop me, Alaric." I said, "I'm a free soul now. The only string that had linked me once, our son, you let him be devoted by the same wolves."Alaric’s composure crumbled. He dropped to one knee, the same way my father had."Elara, please," he choked out, his dark eyes shimmering with a terrifying vulnerability. "I have nothing left. I burned my bridges, my name, and my soul to find my way back to this gate. Forgive me for leaving you that night. Forgive me for being the blade instead of the shield. I really wish I could go back in time and save my son, my child. I really-"I looked at him. I saw the man who had promised me the stars and delivered only the void. I saw the deep remorse and guilt in his eyes, but felt nothing for him. He deserved to live with it."I gave my forgiveness to the wind a long time ago, Alaric," I said, my voice devoid of malice, which I knew hurt him more than any scream. "There is no 'back.' There is only forward. And I am going there al

  • After Taking Vows With My Sister, He Begged Me To Return   Chapter 9

    First, I attended Millie's wedding, then I went to visit my Mom's tomb before leaving for good.When the car slowed to a crawl near the rusted iron gates of our ancestral lands, I stepped out into the damp night air.The transition was jarring; the polished leather of the sedan was replaced by the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves.I hadn't gone a mile when I saw a figure huddled against a weeping willow near the creek. The man was dressed in rags that might have once been fine silk, his frame skeletal and trembling.As I drew closer, the scent reached me—sour wine and the unmistakable stench of a broken spirit.He looked up, and for a heartbeat, I didn't recognize him. Silas, the man who had commanded legions and held the High Committee in the palm of his hand, was gone. In his place was a beggar with hollowed cheeks and eyes clouded by cataracts."Elara?" he wheezed, his voice a dry rattle. He tried to stand, his knees buckling. "My... my daughter?"I stopped five paces away, my

  • After Taking Vows With My Sister, He Begged Me To Return   Chapter 8

    "Go back?" I repeated, my voice flat, almost mechanical. I stood up and paced the length of the small kitchen, my eyes landing on the rusted blade."Millie, we had an agreement. I am dead to that world. I am Professor Elara Vance now. I have a lecture at nine tomorrow.""Forget the lecture!" Millie hissed. "Elara, I'm taking the Eternal Vows in two days, and I'm not doing that in the absence of my confidante.""You are wedlocking your arrangement with Rafael?" I said. "Congratulations, Millie. I wish you happiness. He is a loyal man. But-""There is no but, Elara. I have prepared the ceremony outside our Clan, keep it a secret, and invited only a few people just so my bestie could attend it. So, I won't hear 'No' as your answer."The line crackled. Before I could explain my inability to join her ceremony, she hung up.I had no choice left.An hour later, a sleek black sedan with tinted windows—wholly out of place in my gritty neighborhood—pulled up to the curb. I climbed in, the scent

  • After Taking Vows With My Sister, He Begged Me To Return   Chapter 7

    Elara's POVSix months have passed by since I left the world I belonged and chose to make my residence in the Human world.The rain in the Human Realm didn't smell of ozone and sulfur like it did in the Highlands; it smelled of damp earth and exhaust. To me, it was the scent of freedom.I sat in a cramped, dimly lit apartment in the heart of a city that never slept. On the table before me lay the remnants of my past: a forged passport, a vial of silver-nitrate solution, and a rusted blade. That's all I needed for my defence.After I left my House, I only had to discover the city where the Sun rests most of the time. I joined the local university as a History Professor.When you have lived for centuries, your memory becomes the history for most of the people. Later, I was promoted to become the head of the Archeological research team and led several students to different parts of the world in seeking history.It helped keeping myself low profile and made it difficult for people to trace

  • After Taking Vows With My Sister, He Begged Me To Return   Chapter 6

    The silence that followed was deafening. Alaric didn't scream. He didn't roar. He simply looked at her with an indifference that was more terrifying than his rage."You're right, Celeste," Alaric whispered, his voice a ghost of the man he had been minutes ago. "I am guilty. I am a monster who slaughtered his own future. But a monster’s first instinct is to destroy the thing that deceived it."He didn't snap her neck. That would be a mercy. Instead, he threw her toward Silas. The father—the man who had spent years shielding his 'fragile' daughter—didn't reach out to catch her.He watched her collapse at his feet like a piece of refuse."Fenris," Alaric said, not breaking eye contact with Celeste.The werewolf tilted his head. "Lord Alaric?""You said your pack doesn't play 'wedding' for free," Alaric said coldly. "And Celeste promised you the dowry of House Silas. But she no longer has a House. And she certainly has no dowry."Celeste’s eyes widened. "Alaric, what are you doing?""Since

  • After Taking Vows With My Sister, He Begged Me To Return   Chapter 4

    The air in the rest chamber didn't just turn cold; it died. Alaric’s hand was a vice of iron around Celeste’s throat, his knuckles white, his eyes burning with a primal, predatory rage that even the werewolf Fenris took a cautious step back from."Alaric..." Celeste gasped, her hands clawing at his wrists. Her face, usually a mask of fragile innocence, was contorting. "You... you misheard. I was... I was practicing a script! A play for the charity gala!"A play?" Alaric’s voice was a low, vibrating growl. "You spoke of wolves. You spoke of Blackwood Bridge. You spoke of my child being dead."He slammed her back against the oak door. The heavy wood groaned. "The payment, Celeste. The dowry. The 'sacrifices' of our fighters. Was that part of the script, too?""It’s Elara!" Celeste shrieked, tears springing to her eyes—the practiced, shimmering tears that had always worked before. "She set this up! She’s using voice-mimicry magic to frame me because she knew you were leaving her! She want

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