All Chapters of The Wolf King's Vow: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aria moved through the house, searching for the things she needed to prepare a bath. Outside, she found water and realized she’d need to boil some. Not knowing how to start a fire, she lit one from a candle and set the pot on the stove.While the water heated, she found a bathing tub and dragged it into a small private room where the steam would stay longer. She filled it halfway with cold water, then gathered soap, clothes, and a shaving tool she spotted nearby. When the water was hot, she carefully carried it upstairs, mixing it into the cold until the bath was ready.Steam rose from the tub, and she couldn’t help thinking how she wished heat could burn a werewolf. She would’ve boiled him alive without hesitation. Instead, she reminded herself he was already playing with fire by keeping her as his maid, his jealousy written all over him. She thought his anger was about the messengers, but maybe it was more.Who were those messengers anyway? Why were they interfering? She needed to

Ravian returned to the balcony. The soup was still there, now cold. She picked up the tray and carried it back to the kitchen, unsure of what exactly the werewolf king wanted from her.A sound in the hall made her pause. She turned, half expecting Marcus but it was Aaron.“Aria,” he said as he stepped into the hall.She stood by the kitchen door. “What are you doing here? Your brother is already upset.”“Did he hurt you?” His brow furrowed.“No.”He let out a long breath.“I’m fine,” she said quietly. “But we shouldn’t make him any angrier.” She wasn’t worried for herself as much as she didn’t want Aaron in trouble. She didn’t really understand how things worked between the brothers.“Aria.” He came closer, still frowning. He glanced around, then lowered his voice. “Do you want to be queen?”The question caught her off guard. “Why would you ask me that?”“People are saying all kinds of things about why you’re here. I’d rather hear it from you. Why are you here?”She hesitated, then nod

Aria lay in bed, her mind unsettled. She didn’t believe in souls being reborn or traveling from one life to another. How could that be true? And if it was, what would it mean for her?She turned over and almost gasped. Marcus was lying beside her, asleep. The breeze from the window pushed his hair back, showing his calm face in rest.She remembered the sound of his flute, soft and unexpected. He was confused, but she chose not to think about it.Her thoughts returned to her sister. She needed to find her, to protect her people, especially since Marcus planned to destroy the defenses. He didn’t see, or maybe he didn’t care, that doing so would leave many women at risk, just like his own sister had once been. Without the defenses, werewolves would enslave again.Her chest tightened as she remembered the recent attack when she almost lost her life. What would Marcus have done if his brother’s men had succeeded in killing her?I will always love you. Arshan’s words echoed in her mind.Her

“This is Princess Zoila, from the Rex clan of Red Werewolves. And this is Aria, Marcus’s breedmate.” Of all people, his mother was the one to make the introduction. What was she playing at?Zoila gave a graceful curtsy, greeting Aria in the human way. “It’s nice to meet you, Aria.”“Princess Zoila is here to see Marcus, in hopes of forming an alliance between our clans,” Saul added with more weight.If Aria was surprised, she didn’t let it show. She returned the curtsy. “The pleasure is mine,” she said calmly.“Now that everyone is here, let’s eat,” his mother said with a pleasant smile.She guided Zoila and her sister Zara to their seats. Zoila took the chair at Marcus’s right, while Aria was placed on his left. From the corner of his eye, Marcus noticed her. A faint flush of color touched her cheeks, her lips were soft pink, and her skin carried the subtle fragrance of jasmine and lavender.He could barely taste the food on the table. All he could think of was her. He wanted her, n

Marcus truly tried to find something about Zoila that might spark his interest. Beyond her striking beauty, there was nothing he could hold onto. Yet what choice did he have? He had his people, his kingdom, his duty.As Zoila spoke, her attention drifted toward the window. Marcus turned to see what caught her eye and, from the corner of his vision, he caught the shimmer of a green garment.Then came a soft knock on the glass door. He looked back just as Aria stepped out onto the balcony. His chest tightened. What was she doing here?“Marcus…” Her gaze flicked between him and Zoila, a subtle signal that she wanted a word with him.“Oh, I’ll leave you two alone,” Zoila said gently, rising to her feet.“Thank you.” Aria gave her a small nod as Zoila slipped back inside. With one hand, Aria held a plate; with the other, she shut the door behind Zoila, closing them off from the rest of the house.Marcus leaned back, his body angled toward her, one leg bent, arm stretched across the backres