All Chapters of Beneath the Broken Vows: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

As Annie leaned in to whisper, a subtle edge crept into her tone. "Do not be misled by Andrew's attractive appearance," she remarked, her hazel eyes glinting with contained fury. "That man is cruel, Rose." "I truly mean it." Rose blinked, her eyes wandering around the room to the man in question. Andrew was positioned against the distant wall of the conference room, surrounded by large glass windows that allowed the warm afternoon light to stream in. He was chuckling at something a board member remarked. Nothing about him indicated any threat. In truth, he appeared to be a completely charming, gentle, and respectable young man. Rose started, her voice soft and tentative, "He doesn't look like you..."Annie arched an eyebrow sharply, interrupting Rose. "That's precisely the point." He looks like a saint to everyone. However, I've noticed the chill in his gaze. "There is nothing new, only malice and a complete lack of compassion." Her words landed like frost on Rose's skin, piercing

Andrew leaned forward in his seat, the strain in his shoulders building like a wave ready to break. The Alpha's keen, assessing stare scanned the room while Pedro, his beta, stood next to the pack's ledger, "We've endured significant losses already, Pedro," Andrew snarled slowly, his voice tinged with irritation, his wolf nearly breaking free. "If Blackwood Enterprises loses another cent, the financial pressure will extend to the pack." Pedro nodded solemnly, shutting the ledger. "If the losses persist, it won't only affect the company." The group will begin to sense it, discontent within the ranks." Andrew tightened his hands into fists. The wolves depended on the venture to finance patrols and maintain the territory. The company was more than just a business; it was the foundation of the Blackwood Pack. His lips opened to reply just as the gentle sound of footsteps and a joyful voice resonated around. Andrew's gaze shifted to the hallway when Vivian entered, phone against her ea

"I truly mean it, Annie," she remarked, her voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "I continue to stand on my word." I don't wish for Andrew to be included in our lives. Not his damned ancestry. "Not a trace of their smell close to my son." Annie positioned herself by the bed, arms folded, her golden eyes observing Cecilia with a quiet intensity. "Are you certain about this decision?" Annie inquired softly, advancing a bit. Her foot wears thudded gently on the tiled floor. "There's no going back once you take this route." Cecilia's head rotated gradually. "Andrew has made his decision." He chose Vivian instead of me. I think that Vivian is also expecting a child, so he has to concentrate more on them. Miriam glanced up from her spot in the corner of the room, gently bouncing the baby in her arms. The baby's small growl brought a brief smile to her face, but it quickly disappeared when she noticed the sharpness in Cecilia's tone. "You know I'm always there for you," Ann

The evening atmosphere buzzed with eager excitement as attendees crowded the elegant ballroom of Women of Socialite Magazine. Vivian walked through the doorway, her arm intertwined with Lancelot's. Her red dress hugged her figure like silk woven from flames, the slit exposing shapely legs that flowed with elegance. Her eyes glimmered, even amidst the burden of doubt. Lancelot's hand gently rested on her hip. Then a gentle and recognizable grin from Cynthia. Lancelot's sibling floated over to them. While she navigated through the throng, her gaze remained on Vivian. "Just as beautiful as when I last saw you," Cynthia remarked, her grin broad, yet her voice carried a hint of playfulness. She shot her brother a smirk before saying, "However, I still can't comprehend what you find appealing in this mischievous brother of mine." Vivian laughed softly, offering a quiet nod, her lips making a courteous grin. There was no need for her to reply. What Cynthia said weren't questions, nothi

However, Cecilia remained silent and did not stop him. Ethan moved closer to Cecilia, their lips colliding fiercely as he took possession of her mouth. His right hand crept to her neck.Cecilia's hands shook against his chest. She ought to have halted him or shoved him aside and reminded him that the baby lying just outside her room had recently finished feeding. Yet her wolf awoke as well, reacting to his touch with a desire she had suppressed for far too long. Her gaze was fixed on his, large and untamed. As his lips moved down her neck. Her breath caught as his fangs brushed against her pulse point. He hesitated, feeling her heart beating rapidly. Nevertheless, she did not oppose it. In a single fluid movement, Ethan pulled down her chiffon top. The fragile material yielded effortlessly beneath his touch. When Ethan's tongue wrapped around her nipple, she moaned in response to the overwhelming pleasure. Ethan then lowered Cecilia onto the bed and moved over her. The moonbeams