All Chapters of Savage Vows: Claimed by the Lycan King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Shadows in the SnowThe blizzard roared like a beast unchained, swallowing the landscape in a white abyss. Every tree looked like a twisted specter under the moonlight. Every howl in the distance sounded too close.Ayla pressed herself against Kael’s side, the thick fur cloak he’d thrown over her shielding her from the worst of the cold. But it wasn’t the temperature making her tremble.It was the silence between them.“What’s happening, Kael?” she asked, voice nearly lost in the wind.He didn’t look at her. His jaw was tight, eyes narrowed as he scanned the snowy trail ahead. They’d been walking for an hour—no guards, no sleds, no signs of pursuit. Only the prints they left behind, slowly being devoured by falling snow.“There’s magic in the wind tonight,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “Old magic. Feral.”Ayla’s hand instinctively went to her chest. The pendant glowed faintly against her skin again, warm even in the icy storm. It had only ever pulsed when something danger

Blood Oaths and Broken TruthsThe cold night air stung Marisol’s skin as she stood just beyond the stone circle, her breath curling in the dark like smoke from a dying flame. The forest behind her whispered secrets through rustling leaves, but her attention was fixed on the altar in the clearing—where Killian knelt.He was shirtless, his chest smeared with streaks of ash and blood. His head was bowed, raven hair falling into his face, but even from this distance, she could see his muscles trembling—not from weakness, but restraint.The ancient wolves of the High Council stood in a semicircle around him, each bearing the mark of an Alpha carved into their flesh. Their chants thrummed through the clearing like war drums, ancient and fierce. Runes shimmered faintly beneath their feet. Magic older than memory.Killian was invoking the Oath of Sacros, a blood vow so binding that even death wouldn’t sever it.Marisol stepped forward instinctively—but Gabriel, now wearing the crest of the So

The Enemy in Her BloodRain pounded against the stone walls of the fortress as thunder rolled in the distance. The mountain storm mirrored the tension coursing through the Lycan King’s veins. Thorne stood by the tall arched window in the war room, jaw clenched, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon. They’d made it through the last wave of attacks from the rogue coven—but something still felt wrong.Behind him, Kael and two of the Beta commanders stood in tense silence. Maps littered the table, marked with sigils, blood-stained notes, and claw-dragged routes of recent enemy movements.But Thorne wasn’t looking at the maps.He was thinking about her.About Seraphina.She was supposed to be safe in the West Wing, protected by wards and warriors. But ever since the night of the blood moon, things had shifted. Something inside her had begun to stir—something darker than just her untamed magic.“I can feel her,” Thorne muttered, the words barely audible. “Something’s not right.”Kael exchang