All Chapters of The Wolf King's Vow: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The woman in his bed was starting to cloud his thoughts, pulling him away from the purpose he had set for himself. This marriage was supposed to be about duty. A promise kept to her father. A strategic bond. She was intelligent, shared his ideals, and yes she was beautiful, mysterious, and challenging in a way he hadn’t expected. He thought he might enjoy her company.But that was all it was supposed to be.It couldn’t become anything more.So why did he feel like this now?He let out a sigh, a heaviness pressing on his chest. Maybe it was just guilt. The way she looked—so wounded, so broken—it stirred something in him. Maybe it was sympathy. Or maybe it was the guilt of knowing what he knew... and knowing that, one day, she might find out.What then?A woman like Aria if she ever uncovered the truth she might not survive it. Whether she understood what it meant or not, it would crush her.The thought darkened his expression as he entered the courtroom.He barely paid attention to the

“I’m sorry. Was I too harsh?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “I’m actually being a lot kinder than you were. If I were like you, I would’ve made you watch them die first… and then mocked how they died.”Her words hit him like a slap. But before he could even tell himself it was too much, he remembered the truth. That’s exactly what he had done to her. That day—when she stayed quiet and calm, and he kept pushing, being cruel for no reason.“You know, I should feel bad. Normally I do—when someone loses people. I understand grief more than I’d like to. But with you, Marcus… I can’t feel sorry for you,” she said, voice steady. “Because when I think of all the lives lost, the homes you destroyed, the children you left behind with no parents… how can I feel sorry for you? Does that make sense?”“Don’t assume it was my brothers,” Marcus said quickly.She nodded, still calm. “I thought about that. It could’ve been someone else from your clan. My guess? They didn’t follow your orders.”

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell.That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.Ares had wanted to see Marcus for himself, to know if he was anything like his father. The first thing that hit him was the resemblance, same presence, same cold eyes. Maybe that was just something all werewolves shared. But beyond that, Marcus had been... strange. Hard to read. His behavior didn’t fully match the monster everyone warned about.Ares turned back to the ruined village. Homes burned down. Families scattered. Many had packed what little they had left and gone off in search of safety, somewhere far from all this chaos.He remembered how Aria’s father had first pulled him

Ares felt like he was losing his mind listening to Aria. She kept explaining her plan, trying to convince him it could work. More than once he wanted to cut her off, to shout, to punch something anything to let out the frustration building inside him. But he held back. He wasn’t the type to spill his emotions, so instead he shut them down and started stacking his walls again. She wasn’t supposed to matter to him this much anyway.What was the point? If he let her in, he would only end up hurting her and himself. And besides, it wasn’t like she would agree to come with him now, not after pouring her whole heart into this plan. He finally understood what Adrian and her uncle had meant. This wasn’t just an idea to her, it was the fire keeping her alive. She would rather die than abandon it. To her, it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Humans didn’t often become breedmates. A werewolf tamer, she called it.That word stuck in his head werewolf tamer. It nagged at him, pulling at something b

Marcus felt a wave of disgust churn inside him. Not because another man stirred that reaction in her, but because deep down, he wished it had been him. He wanted to be the one who drew that response from her, and the thought made him sick.His hands should never touch her unless it was to wring the life out of her and bury her along with her ridiculous inventions. Those inventions… He exhaled sharply, fighting his frustration.Aria’s eyes followed him, puzzled. She had no idea he could smell another man on her, could sense when she was aroused. That ignorance proved she hadn’t even done it to provoke him—and somehow, that only stoked his anger further.She genuinely liked the man. And Marcus couldn’t even console himself by believing she’d chosen a fool. He had seen him with his own eyes. The man was strong, vital, and he carried the scent of life in him. Worse still, Marcus could smell her fertility at its peak. The whole thing tore at his control.He took a step back, trying to leas