All Chapters of The Forgotten Vow (MM Romance): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Avelin POV"Dada! Grandma Lia says rich people's pancakes taste the same as normal pancakes!"Renlo pressed his hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking.I closed my eyes.God."Come downstairs," Renlo said, standing and composing himself with visible effort. "Before your child starts a class war inside the Voss mansion."Madam Lia's house had stopped intimidating me, but not for the reason I would have expected. It wasn't that the scale of it had become normal. It was that she had made it warm.The estate smelled like fresh flowers and expensive tea now, instead of the cold, preserved stillness of a house that was more monument than home. The staff smiled at Shen with genuine warmth instead of the careful politeness of people managing an intrusion. The house felt inhabited again, in all the ways that mattered.Shen came racing through the living room in dinosaur pajamas, Madam Lia following at a measured distance behind him with the patient, slightly defeated expression of a grandmothe

Leander POVI looked at him. "That would be unprofessional.""You," Elias said evenly, "spent two months rewriting the retreat logistics because you missed your Omega."A pause."That's unrelated," I said.Elias looked at me with the exhaustion of someone who had been having this conversation in various forms for longer than was reasonable."Leander," he said. I looked away. He was right. Again. I genuinely hated it when people did that.The bus curved sharply through the mountain road, and this time I heard Avelin pull in a quiet breath behind me, small and controlled, the sound of someone trying not to make a sound.Concern cut through everything else without ceremony.I turned before I had finished deciding to."Avelin?" I said.His eyes came up to mine immediately."I'm okay," he said softly, with the particular tone of someone who has decided they are fine and would like that to be the end of it. "Just a little carsick."That ended the discussion.I stood.The bus went noticeably

Leander POVTeam-building exercises confirmed that corporate suffering could be organized with military precision.I stood near the front of the conference lodge at eight-thirty, watching fifty exhausted employees pretend enthusiasm over coffee and laminated activity packets. Outside, snow-covered mountains stretched beneath pale winter sunlight, pine trees swaying in the cold wind, smoke curling from distant cabins. A beautiful setting for a terrible purpose."Good morning, everyone," Elias announced beside me, with the specific cheerfulness of someone doing their job very thoroughly. "Today's activities are designed to strengthen collaboration, communication, and trust across departments."Several employees looked as if they would rather walk directly into the forest.Reasonable.I adjusted my cuffs and reviewed the schedule: group problem-solving, department integration, collaborative simulations. Efficient, structured, necessary. I was good at managing spaces like this. People mov

Leander POVI left dinner before dessert. I just got up and walked away quietly. That is how I have been leaving things lately when my emotions get too much to handle.The air on the mountain was really cold after dark. It smelled like pine and snow from the cliffs above. There was smoke coming from the fire pits below the terrace. The stars looked amazing. They were so clear and close, it was like someone had thrown glitter across the sky. I walked out onto the stone terrace and put my hands on the railing.Behind me, I could hear the sounds of people laughing, music playing, and dishes clinking in the dining hall. It all sounded normal. My chest still felt tight because of the memories that I do not really remember. Because of the kitchen and the feeling of being safe. That feeling of being safe is what scared me the most. Because I have spent most of my life being controlled and respected and feared, but not safe.I closed my eyes for a second. The mark on my neck was pulsing stead

Leander POVBy mid-morning, I realized I was losing control of my mind. Not publicly, no one but Elias would notice. But inside, everything felt unstable.The workshops went on in the resort's conference center, snow drifting softly beyond the huge windows overlooking the mountains. Department heads rotated through presentations, and teams discussed quarterly strategies and operations. Typical corporate stuff. Safe. Usually.Today, every sound threatened to tear something open inside me, a word, a smell, a tone of voice. Fragments slipped through unexpectedly. Cold mud beneath my hands. Pain. Someone pressing fabric hard against a wound, shouting for me to stay awake. Then gone.I stood at the front explaining regional expansion metrics while twenty managers took notes around the table, my voice level and my posture easy, every inch of me performing the version of myself the room expected to see. "The western division restructuring should improve logistics by about fourteen percent n