All Chapters of The Wolf King's Vow: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Araminta wept quietly in her room. She wasn’t the kind of woman who sat idly and cried, so she busied her hands by folding clothes as her tears fell. The guilt pressed heavily on her chest. Her children were suffering, and it was because of her. If only she had stood up to Khaos sooner—before he twisted their minds and scarred so many lives. If only she had fought harder to open their eyes to what they had been forced to believe.Khaos’s power over them had always been strong, and she knew how difficult it was to resist him. That was why she had been so proud when Marcus finally did. But instead of feeling relief, she should have been more cautious. The cost of defiance had been too high. One of her children was already dead, another carried the unbearable grief of losing a mate and a child—and now she feared she was losing a third.The thought shattered her. She had seen Marcus struggle both under his father’s rule and after. She had seen guilt eat away at him until he looked hollow.

“If you touch my sister”“You’ll kill me,” he cut her off.Aria gritted her teeth. If only she had been fast enough to stab him. She twisted her wrists, struggling against his grip, and tried to kick him, but the heavy garment restricted her movements.“You will hurt if you hurt my sister,” she said firmly. “Because that’s what hurts me the most.”His dark gaze held hers. “Good to know. Physical pain clearly doesn’t bother you. So hurting your sister will hurt you and if it hurts me too, I can live with that. Can you?”Her chest tightened. “No.”“Then don’t do anything foolish.”“Don’t worry. I make my plans carefully.”He arched his brow. “Trying to stab me isn’t careful.”“Then I’ll stab you more carefully next time.”That made him laugh. A real laugh, teeth flashing white, as if he was truly entertained by her boldness.Aria tried to use his distraction to shove him away, but he was too strong. “You’re funny,” he said, pulling her to her feet. She nearly stumbled into his chest but

Marcus stiffened. He didn’t think she would boldly put her hands on his bare torso. Her touch was cool and soothing in the fever that was burning his body. He was still fighting the infection and even a cold bath didn’t help.Having her very cold hands on his body did something else to him. He wanted her to cool him all over. Touch more of him but he knew that would inflame him in other ways that he did not wish to deal with.It was enough that she was dressed in this way that made his anger vanish so fast that it was embarrassing. He went from being utterly disgusted to being in awe. God. Animals could do better than him.“You are very warm,” she said and he could feel her breath against the nape of his neck. His whole body went rigid. “You might be sick.”“Well, I am of flesh and blood. What did you think would happen after torturing me?” He said steering his horse in the direction he wanted to go.“That is exactly what I thought would happen.” She said.There was something about th

Marcus shifted, pain stabbing deep into his side as he forced himself to sit up. The bandages around his waist tugged, reminding him of the damage underneath. Taking care of him? What nonsense was this?The door creaked open and Aria stepped back inside, a tray balanced in her hands. She set it down on the nightstand and picked up a cup of water, holding it out to him. “Here. You need fluids,” she said.Her words sounded like care, but her face and tone betrayed nothing. She didn’t want him alive out of concern—it was for her own purposes. Ironic, really. She was the reason he was in this broken state, yet now she played the healer.His hands trembled as he took the cup, nearly spilling it. She caught it quickly, steadying it for him. He scoffed under his breath. Should he thank her? No. The thought was laughable.She lifted the cup to his lips, and he drank greedily. The cold water burned down his dry throat but brought relief at the same time. He sighed when it was gone, and she qu

Marcus laid her gently on the bed. She turned away at once, ashamed and angry at herself. Curling into a ball, she braced for whatever he might do next. It would have been easier if he had been cruel; at least that she could handle. But this… this made her feel weak and useless, and she hated him for it.He pulled a blanket over her, and a broken sob slipped from her lips. She covered her mouth, chest aching so sharply it hurt to breathe.This was why she built walls. Letting them fall once left her bleeding like this. She couldn’t survive it. The pain was crushing.Her hand clutched the fabric at her chest, squeezing it tight as though it could ease the grip inside her. She missed her parents. Her uncle. Elda. Adrian. Ares.And Corinna.Memories of her sister rushed in—days of laughter, games of hide and seek, warm hugs and petty fights. The way they used to swap clothes, tricking people by pretending to be each other.Her chest heaved, breaths coming out in broken sobs. She pressed