All Chapters of The Forgotten Vow (MM Romance): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21 — Pulled Into His Arms

Shen POVI tried to stay away from him. God, I tried. All day, I kept my distance. Not far enough to lose sight of him, never that, but far enough that I didn’t have to feel the pull every time he moved, every time he breathed, every time he said my name like it meant something more than just sound. It didn’t work. Nothing about this worked. Because every time he stepped out of my line of sight, something in me tightened, sharp and restless, that refused to settle until I found him again. And when I did, nothing calmed. It only got worse. I heard him before I saw him. On the back porch, the soft shift of wood under careful footsteps, the ocean beyond, restless, endless, louder now that the storm had passed but not quite finished with the sky. Rain still fell, not heavy, not violent, just steady, like something that had decided to stay. I stood in the hallway longer than I should have, hand braced against the wall, breathing slower than I felt, faster than I wanted. I could leave.

Chapter 22 — Claiming His Omega

Avelin POVThe morning after his confession should have felt different. It did, just not in the way I expected. Everything looked the same: tables, worn wooden floors, the view of the ocean stretching wide and indifferent beyond the windows. But nothing felt the same. I could still feel his hands; that was the problem. Not just the memory of them, but the weight, warmth, and certainty. Like my body had memorized something, my mind was still trying to understand. I kept moving because standing still only made it worse. “Table three needs clearing,” Father said from the kitchen doorway. His voice was calm, too calm. I nodded, didn’t argue, didn’t look at him longer than necessary. But I felt it, his eyes on me, watching, measuring. Not angry, not yet, but thinking. That was worse. I picked up the empty bowls from table three, stacking them carefully, focusing on small, simple, safe things, anything that didn’t involve him. I knew where Shen was without looking, in the kitchen, left

Chapter 23 — Confession Under the Moon

Shen POVThe last of the dinner guests had fallen silent, their laughter fading into the night like echoes carried away by the tide. The inn settled into that gentle stillness I had come to recognize, where only the ocean spoke, steady and endless. I dried my hands slowly, wasting time I didn’t need, because the truth was simple. I was stalling.Avelin stood near the doorway, watching me without asking what I was thinking or pushing to know. He never did. That was one of the things about him that made everything harder. He trusted me.“Walk with me,” I finally said, my voice rougher than I intended. He tilted his head slightly, curious, but nodded. “Alright.” We stepped outside into the night. The air was cool, touched with salt and the faint sweetness of blooming flowers from somewhere up the hill. Behind us, the village lights dimmed as I led him down the narrow path toward the cove, the hidden one nestled between cliffs, where the waves lapped more softly and quietly. I didn’t

Chapter 24- The Shadow That Follows Us

Shen POVI wake before the sun rises. For a moment, I stay still, not moving at all. Avelin lies beside me, still asleep, his breathing soft and steady, his hand resting lightly against my chest as if it belongs there. The early light seeps through the window, pale and quiet, softly turning everything in the room into a gentle hue. This feels real. The thought settles deep within me, heavy but not painful, simply true.I turn my head slightly, studying him. The way his lashes rest against his skin, the faint crease between his brows even in sleep, the warmth of him pressed close. Not possession. Choice. A promise I made under the moon, sealed with words I didn’t even know I was capable of saying. I love you. The words hit sharp and clear in my mind, and for one perfect second, nothing else exists, no past, no questions, no danger. Just this.Then instinct ruins it. Something in my chest tightens. not with fear, but with awareness.. I shift carefully, easing out from under his hand wi

Chapter 25 — Earning Enrie’s Blessing

Shen POVI asked Enrie for a private conversation before breakfast, knowing I needed to speak with him alone. He looked up from repairing one of the pier ropes, his hands steady, his face unreadable against the cold, gray morning. The sea beneath the pale sky was restless, waves crashing softly as if eager to listen. Avelin was still inside, helping in the kitchen, unaware of the weight pressing down on my chest. Enrie studied my face for a long moment before nodding once. “Walk with me.” Without a word, we descended to the pier in silence. The boards creaked beneath our feet, fishing boats shifting with the tide, ropes groaning softly against wood. Behind us, the village stirred awake, but out here, the air was different, more honest and open. There was no hiding on the water. No walls, no corners, just sea, sky, and whatever truth I was brave enough to voice. That was probably why he brought me here, to this neutral ground, where I would either stand firm or reveal my weakness pla

Chapter 26 — Wedding Preparations

Avelin POVThe entire village stirred before sunrise, an unspoken urgency humming through the air. I sensed it long before I stepped outside, feeling the restless energy in every corner. Voices rang out, laughter bubbled among the women, and the sound of tools working in harmony echoed through the streets. Ribbons, fabrics, and flowers moved swiftly from hand to hand, each task infused with anticipation. Tomorrow is the day I would marry Shen, and although the word still felt surreal in my chest, a warmth spread through me, fragile and bright, as if I feared it might shatter if I clung too tightly.Auntie Liling called out my name from across the yard, waving with her arms full of fabric. “Avelin! Come here!” she shouted cheerfully. I turned just in time to catch her beckoning me closer, her voice lively with excitement. “Don’t just stand there looking pretty. We have work to do!”Laughter escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I hurried across the yard, eager to be part of the ch

CHAPTER 27 — The Coastal Wedding

Shen POVThe sky seemed made just for this moment. Soft orange and pink stretched across the horizon, blending seamlessly into the calm blue of the ocean. The waves rolled in gently, as if even the sea understood that this was something sacred. The entire village had gathered on the beach, blankets spread across the sand, lanterns swaying lightly in the breeze. The arch we built stood at the center, wrapped in white cloth and small flowers that caught the last light of the sun.It was simple. Beautiful. Real. And I stood there, waiting. My hands refused to stop trembling. I curled them into fists, trying to steady myself, but it didn’t work. My heart was pounding too fast, too loud, as if it was trying to break free from my chest.“Breathe,” Dr. Len whispered softly beside me.I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. Because if I did, if I met her gaze, I might lose control. The weight of what was about to happen threatened to crush me.Behind me, a faint movement silenced everything. The c

Chapter 28 - The Wedding Night

Avelin POV The door closed behind us with a soft, decisive click. The heavy wooden bolt slid into place with a satisfying thud, sealing out the world and leaving only this small room above the inn. Inside, the air was thick with the delicate scent of dried lavender and fresh lilies, a thoughtful gift from the village women. Salt air drifted in through the open window, teasing the curtains with gentle caresses, but within these walls, the atmosphere shifted into a haze of smoky sandalwood and sweet iris. That scent belonged to Shen, my husband, and now it surrounded us like an invisible shield, wrapping us in a protective embrace. He carried me across the threshold, ignoring my soft protests and humming a comforting tune against my temple. “It’s traditional, baby,” he whispered, his voice steady and grounding me to this moment, to him, to everything we had waited for. “And it has to be perfect for us.” When he finally set me down, the space between us seemed to hum with anticipat

Chapter 29 — The Man Who Watches From the Shadows

Conrad POV The photograph arrives at eleven at night. Rask sends it through the encrypted channel we agreed upon for sensitive updates, no message, no words, just the image. I sit alone in my study, the lights dim, a drink untouched beside my hand. For a few moments, I say nothing, simply stare at the image. The camera captured the beach from the cliff road above, angled just right. The flower arch stands near the shoreline, pale against the darkening sky, delicate, almost absurdly hopeful. Behind it, the inn glows warm and gold, each window lit like a promise. The village appears quiet, almost reverent, as if everyone is holding their breath for tomorrow. They’ve built something beautiful for him. For them. I lean back in my chair, studying the image longer than I should. It irritates me that I recognize effort when I see it. Whoever arranged this little wedding cared. They used what they had: flowers, cloth, light, sea, community, and somehow made it look like something no a

CHAPTER 30 — Honeymoon by the Sea

Shen POVI wake up before him. For a moment, I don’t move. Avelin is curled against my side, his hand resting lightly over my chest, just above my heart, as he placed it there in his sleep to make sure I’m still here, still his. The morning light slips through the window slowly, soft gold stretching across the bed, touching his skin first before reaching me. I turn my head slightly and watch him. His lashes rest against his cheeks, his lips parted just a little. There’s a faint crease between his brows, like even in sleep, he feels too much. My husband. The word settles deeper today, more real, more dangerous. I lift my hand carefully, brushing my thumb across his cheek. He stirs, his brows softening, then his eyes open. And when he sees me, he smiles. Slow, gentle, as if this is the first thing he wanted to wake up to. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice still heavy with sleep. Something in my chest tightens. “Good morning,” I reply quietly. He shifts closer, pres

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