All Chapters of BLOOD TIE AND BROKEN VOWS : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The air was heavy with smoke, rain, and something darker—an unspoken warning that the night itself had chosen sides. Naples had always thrived on shadows, but tonight the city seemed to hold its breath, as though anticipating blood. Damian Moretti stood at the edge of the cathedral square, his coat collar raised against the drizzle. The ancient stones beneath his boots were slick, the faint glimmer of streetlamps stretching across the cracked pavement like veins. Around him, his men lingered in silence—armed, loyal, waiting for his word. The Council had summoned him. No excuses, no delays. A command wrapped in velvet threats. And Damian knew what it meant: judgment. Isabella’s whispers had festered in the ears of the elders, and tonight she would strike. “Boss,” Matteo muttered at his side, eyes darting toward the looming cathedral doors. “It’s a trap. You know it is.” Damian’s jaw tightened. His wolf stirred under his skin, restless and hungry. “All storms are traps, Matteo. The q

The chamber had descended into chaos. Elder voices rose like a storm, arguments clashing against the vaulted ceilings of the cathedral. Accusations, whispers, and oaths blended together until the Council floor became a sea of hostility.And in the center of it all stood Damian Moretti, immovable.He looked like a predator cornered, yet unbroken—his dark suit torn and stained with ash, his shoulders broad and commanding, his wolf prowling beneath the surface of his skin. His silence only fueled the fire, until one of the elders finally slammed his cane against the marble.“Enough!” the old man roared, his face lined like cracked stone. “The Council demands an answer. Damian Moretti, you have been accused of betrayal. You defy Isabella Rossi, who comes bearing evidence. Do you deny her claims before your brothers of blood?”Every gaze turned to him.Isabella, radiant in her crimson gown, stood at his side as though she were already crowned queen. Her lips curved in victory, though her f

The cathedral was a ruin of smoke and shattered glass when the Council returned.The storm had abated outside, but inside, the air still crackled with the aftertaste of gunfire and betrayal. Damian stood tall amid the wreckage, his body bruised, his arm bloodied, but his wolf restless and unbroken. Adriana was at his side, her presence hidden behind the shadows of a column, her face pale, her eyes blazing with defiance.And Isabella?She stood like a queen draped in scarlet, her gown dusted with marble fragments, her lips curled in satisfaction despite the chaos. She had nearly destroyed him with her ambush. Nearly.But nearly was not enough.The head elder lifted his hand, commanding silence. His voice cut through the smoky air like a blade.“Enough blood has been spilled tonight. Damian Moretti, Isabella Rossi—your feud threatens the order of this Council. The Wolf’s Challenge has been invoked. And by the law of our ancestors, it shall be answered.”Gasps rippled through the chamber

The safehouse was quiet, too quiet, as dawn pressed its pale light against the cracked blinds. Adriana sat by the window, her fingers curled around the rosary beads she hadn’t touched since childhood. The small wooden cross felt foreign in her palm, a relic from a girl she no longer recognized.She was no longer just the daughter of a mafia king. She was no longer the woman hiding in the shadows of Damian’s war. She was both prisoner and partner, flame and ash.Faith.That was what she needed now—not the blind devotion of old prayers, but a deeper faith in something far more fragile. In herself. In him.Behind her, Damian stirred. His movements were restless, as though even sleep could not chain the beast clawing within him. His hand twitched against the sheets, his jaw tight, the faintest growl breaking from his throat. The wolf was awake even when he wasn’t.Adriana turned, watching the man who had both ruined and saved her. The man who kept her locked in a cage of protection, yet w

The chamber was empty now, its echoes of fury still clinging to the stone like smoke after fire. Isabella lingered in the silence, her hand brushing the cold marble of the Council table. She could almost feel the heat of power beneath her palm—the weight of centuries that she intended to claim for herself.But Adriana Rossi.Always Adriana.The name burned on Isabella’s tongue like acid. The Rossi girl had stolen glances that should have been hers, spoken words that should have been silenced, and worst of all—she had captured the wolf’s loyalty.Damian Moretti.The heir Isabella had once dreamed of taming.Now he stood beside another woman, fingers laced with hers, eyes ablaze with a devotion Isabella could never extinguish.Her nails dug into her palms until crescents of blood bloomed.“Adriana Rossi,” she whispered into the emptiness, her voice a hiss. “You don’t belong in his bed, his heart, or his war. But if I cannot have him—then neither will you.”Isabella’s private quarters we