All Chapters of Nira Daswell’s Will: Oath with the Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Nira's POVToday was going to be perfect.I helped Adene stir the batter properly."You're doing great, but try to stir harder with your right."The girl looked up. She was covered in flour and raw eggs, cracking nearly half the crate of them. But her smile was as bright as mine."I remember you telling the head chef that you were the 'queen of pastry' where you're coming from?"She laughed."Well....I put that in for moral sake."I let go of her hand once she got the rhythm right."Stir consistently and you'll be the perfect pastry queen."She curtseyed."Thank you, Luna.""You're welcome, Adene."I clapped my hands three times and drew the attention of everyone in the kitchen toward me."Today," I cleared my throat, beaming with pride. "We welcome the great warrior Bren Hemlock, our Alpha, our leader, our father, our shepherd....my mate, and husband-to-be."They hooted teasingly, and my lips stretched even wider with pride."He returns to us from the war today, a victor, a conqueror

Nira's POV“What exactly do you mean by 'handle it’?” I asked, even though some part of me already knew.He didn’t answer."You’re talking about the midwife making some kind of weird concoction to flush out our baby?” I whispered, .Still, he said nothing.I took a step back from him, “I carry this child for both of us.”He still wouldn’t look at me.“You can’t just erase this,” I said, my voice cracking. “You can’t erase us”He turned finally, and what I saw in his eyes chilled me, it was pity. Not love, not anger. Just distant pity.“I’m sorry, Nira. But this is how it has to be.”My knees buckled, and I grabbed the edge of the wall behind me to keep from collapsing. My hands found the cool surface of the jar that held the flowers I had placed earlier. Welcome-home roses.My voice shook, tears streaming down my cheeks.“I won’t see any midwife,” I said firmly, "I won't see anybody. And who even is Malacia? How am I supposed to believe she hasn’t cast some sort of spell on you?”Bren

Nira’s POV“If I can’t walk out,” I whispered, “then I’ll carve myself a throne inside the situation.”Something presented itself in his expression, surprise, maybe even approval, but it was gone too quickly for me to name.He turned, pacing toward the shelves that lined the wall, stacked with maps, weapons, and scrolls bound in dark leather. “You’re either reckless or desperate. Probably both.” He pulled a bottle of amber liquid from between the shelves, poured a single glass into a glass he also took from there, and set it in front of me without asking. “Drink. If you’re going to bargain with me, you’ll need steel in your blood.”I didn’t hesitate. Hesitation often meant weakness in the eyes of Alphas."Gah...." I set the cup down. "It tastes like piss."He laughed, "Expensive piss."Hozrik leaned back against the edge of the table, arms folded. “Back to business. You say you want revenge. But revenge is not just a word; it is not a wish, and sometimes, it is a war. And wars demand