All Chapters of The Forgotten Vow (MM Romance): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CHAPTER 1 — THE ABDUCTION

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.

CHAPTER 2 — FALL

LEANDER POVFor a moment, I felt weightless.Time slowed down. Rain seemed to fly upward. The van's taillights looked like fading stars as they pulled away into the darkness.I had built an empire on logic and calculated risks. I never believed in fate or anything besides my own will. I'd fired people for using words like destiny in business plans and called belief in higher powers a crutch for the weak-minded.And yet, falling through darkness toward certain death, bleeding and broken, the end seemed inevitable. I was thirty-two years old, dying on a random road because I was too arrogant to see the attack coming.If there's anything out there, if I survive this, I'll…Then gravity took hold.I crashed through a thick tree canopy. The thought ended when my skull cracked against a tree trunk. Branches whipped my face and tore my expensive tuxedo, leaving deep, stinging scratches on my skin. Something hard, maybe another trunk, maybe a jagged rock, slammed into the back of my head. Whi

CHAPTER 3 — RESCUED BY STRANGERS

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

Chapter 4- THE VIGIL

AVELIN POVThe nightmare came at 5:23 AM.I'd fallen asleep in the chair, my hand still wrapped around the stranger's. His sudden grip, crushing, desperate, jolted me awake."No," he gasped, face twisted in terror. "The knife—"His voice was faint, barely cutting through the sound of rain. The heart monitor sped up as he gripped me tighter. Not gentle anymore and desperate."Conrad," he muttered, and the name came out like poison. His voice changed completely, dropping into something cold and sharp. "You think I didn't see this coming? You think I'm that easy to kill?"I froze. This wasn't the broken man who'd begged me to stay. This was something else entirely."I built that empire from nothing," the stranger continued, his words slurring but carrying an edge that made my skin prickle. "You married into it. You think that gives you the right to take what's mine?"The heart monitor beeped faster.Conrad. The name hit like a punch. Someone had betrayed him.His face twisted with rage,

CHAPTER 5 — THE AMNESIA

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,

Chapter 6 — Adjusting to a Simpler Life

Shen POVTwo weeks at the Seaview Inn, and I still wake up each morning feeling like a stranger in my own skin. The routine helps, or at least I tell myself it does. I rise with the dawn, help Enrie prepare breakfast, clean the guest rooms, and do whatever errands need doing. It’s simple work, honest, grounding. But my hands remember things my mind has long forgotten, and that disconnect leaves me feeling unmoored, adrift in a life that no longer belongs to me.One morning, Avelin tried to teach me how to make fish stew. His voice was calm, patient, as he said, “Add the ginger first.” He stood close enough that I caught his scent, sea breeze and vanilla. Always vanilla. Without thinking, I reached for the ginger root. My knife moved instinctively, slicing in quick, precise julienne strips, uniform and flawless. The blade felt almost like an extension of me, the motion automatic, as if I’d done it a thousand times before.Avelin’s gaze fixed on my hands, eyes narrowing with curiosity.

Chapter 7 — First Signs of Affection

Avelin POVI found him on the floor at three in the morning. Not collapsed, not injured, just sitting with his back pressed against the wall beneath the window. His knees were drawn to his chest, and his forehead rested against them. I could see the tremors shaking through his body from the doorway, each shudder unmistakably raw and uncontrollable."Shen," I whispered, stepping closer.He didn’t look up. His body kept trembling, silent and relentless. I didn’t hesitate. I crossed the room and sank beside him on the cold, uneven floor, close enough that our shoulders brushed. His flinch was immediate, a full-body startle that stabbed straight through my chest. It felt like a punch."It's me," I said softly. "Just me."A long, shuddering exhale escaped him, and his shoulders dropped just a little, as if giving in to the fact that I wasn’t leaving. I didn’t ask questions or reach for him right away. I simply sat there in the dark, letting the rain tap gentle patterns against the window g

Chapter 8 – The Watching Shadows

Avelin POVThat evening, at dinner, everything shifted.Marcus Lee had requested the communal dining option, and Father obliged. The other guests, a sweet older couple celebrating their anniversary, wanted nothing more than second helpings of fish stew. Marcus, however, was different.He positioned himself at the corner of the table, deliberately close enough to speak to me whenever I came by. Each time, he made a comment: The broth is extraordinary. You have a gift for hospitality. You must have studied abroad; there’s a sophistication to your manner."I haven’t," I said, keeping my tone even. "Cliffhaven-born and raised."He looked at me as if that was charming. "Even better."I was reaching for a bowl when his hand suddenly closed around my forearm. Not roughly, more like a gesture of familiarity, a choreographed move. His fingers wrapped around my wrist as if inviting me to respond."I’d love to show you…""Remove your hand," came Shen’s voice from the kitchen doorway.He stood th

Chapter 9 — The Weight of the Unknown

Shen POVThe nightmares had been growing worse, but not in the usual way. They weren’t louder or more violent; they became clearer, more vivid, almost disturbingly real. For two weeks, I had been haunted by sensations, pain, cold, the overwhelming certainty of death, voices without faces, fear without a source. It was manageable, a kind of abstract terror that I could contain somehow. But tonight, the faces arrived.She was perhaps fifty, her brown hair streaked with gray at the temples. Her mascara had run in twin rivulets down her cheeks, and her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, like someone praying in desperation. The office around her was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a city skyline that looked as expensive as a mansion, polished marble floors, and a desk big enough to seat six for dinner. Everything in that room seemed designed to remind anyone across from her how insignificant they were. I sat behind that desk. Not because I recognized my own face, be

Chapter 10 — Always Watching

Shen POVThe silence stretched between us, warm and fragile beneath the stars.“You’re very certain about things for someone who knows almost nothing about me.”A faint smile touched his lips. “I told you…I know the things that matter.”We sat there on the steps, the cold creeping in slowly as neither of us moved. Eventually, Avelin tilted his head back and pointed at the sky. “Do you know any constellations?”“I don’t think I do.”“Then I’ll teach you,” he said softly. “That cluster there, that’s Orion. See the three stars in a line? That’s his belt.”I looked up, found the three stars, and traced the shape in the dark. “I see it,” I said quietly.“Now, from the belt, trace left to that reddish star, Betelgeuse. It’s a supergiant, hundreds of times bigger than our sun. It’s going to explode someday, become a supernova. But not for another hundred thousand years or so. We’re safe for now.”“Good to know,” I replied, voice dry.He chuckled softly, the kind of laugh that catches him of

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