Alle Kapitel von The Forgotten Vow (MM Romance): Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 5

LEANDER POV"Three hours ago, I accepted an award for innovation. Now I was innovating ways to survive a kidnapping."Conrad had been in the front row, applauding louder than anyone. He'd even mouthed “Proud of you, brother" across the crowd. I'd almost believed him, almost forgotten that he'd been asking about succession protocols for months, always phrased as 'just curious' or 'planning for Elena's sake.'Now I was bleeding out in the back of a van, hands zip-tied behind my back, my tuxedo soaked with blood and rain.My consciousness returned in jagged pieces.The pain came first, a sharp, burning sensation in my stomach where the blade went in. Then I felt the cold metal floor against my face and tasted blood. I forced my eyes open.It was dark inside, but streetlights flickered past the windows as we moved. Two men sat on the bench across from me. One was massive with a scarred face, gaps where teeth should be. The younger one looked about twenty-five and couldn't stop fidgeting.

AVELIN POVThe clinic smelled of antiseptic and rain-soaked earth, and underneath both: blood. So much blood that three hours later, I could still taste copper on my tongue even though I'd scrubbed my hands raw.I leaned against the cold tile wall, watching my father work. He moved with the efficiency of a man who spent twenty years in military field hospitals. His hands were steady as he cut away the stranger's blood-soaked tuxedo.The man looked worse than I'd thought. One eye was swollen shut, a deep cut ran across his cheek, and bruises covered his jaw. Even unconscious, he seemed vulnerable and in pain, which made my Omega instincts wake up and take notice.Something about him felt dangerous yet fragile. I should've been terrified. Father raised me to be careful, to protect myself, to never trust strangers, especially not bleeding Alpha strangers who appeared out of nowhere with stab wounds and no memory. But when those steel-blue eyes had opened and locked onto mine with desper

LEANDER POVTHREE DAYS LATERI woke up to white ceiling tiles and the scent of ocean air.The memories came in fragments, pain, blood, rain. A soft voice promising safety. But no name. No identity. Just space where my life should be.Panic rose in my chest.I tried to sit up, but my body screamed in protest. My ribs and stomach rejected every movement."Easy now." A firm hand pressed against my shoulder. An older man with silver hair and military bearing appeared in my line of sight. "You've been unconscious for three days. Your body needs time to heal."Three days.I slumped back against the pillows and looked around. Bandages wrapped my torso, an IV line ran into my arm, monitors beeped steadily. Outside the window, I saw a fishing village, boats in a harbor, weathered buildings, the ocean.None of it looked familiar."I'm Enrie Mirei," the older man said, pulling up a chair. "My son and I found you collapsed near our village three nights ago. You were in a rough shape, stab wound,