All Chapters of THE WRONG VOW, MY PERFECT ALPHA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LENA I didn't leave the library until the sun had disappeared behind the mountains. The book remained open on the table between Kael and me, its ancient pages illuminated by the fire burning in the hearth. I had read the same passage so many times that I could have recited it from memory, but I couldn't make myself close the book. The final heir was believed to have been lost following the Council's decree, the words had changed everything not because I suddenly knew who I was but because for the first time, I had evidence that the emptiness surrounding my childhood had been created deliberately. My entire life had been built around a missing piece and Kael knew where some of those pieces were. I looked across the table at him, he had barely spoken since we discovered the re

LENA The bell rang three times before the sound finally died over Blackthorn. I stood frozen in the library, staring at the doorway while the last vibration seemed to travel through the stone beneath my feet. The parchment Kael had shown me was still spread across the table between us, its faded words staring back at me like pieces of a life I had never been allowed to remember. A girl hidden beneath another family’s name.. a mark concealed by another mark. Silver will reveal what blood has forgotten. I had spent years believing my life began in House Ashford, it was the only beginning I had ever been given. I had been told I was an unwanted girl with no importance, no family worth remembering, no place beyond

LENA The Council knows you remember. The seer's words followed me all the way back through the underground corridor. I couldn't shake them. Every step I took felt heavier than the one before it, as if the fortress itself had changed around me. The stone walls were the same. The torches still burned inside their iron brackets. Guards still stood at their posts, watching us with the rigid alertness they had worn since the attacks began but everything looked different now. For years, I had believed my life was controlled by people who were cruel because they could be. House Ashford had treated me like a servant b

LENA The parchment remained on the war table long after the silver smoke disappeared. I stood at the edge of the table, staring at the final sentence until the words blurred together. The message was short, but it carried the weight of an army. It was not an invitation, no matter how politely the Council had dressed it in formal language, it was a command wrapped in royal wax, and everyone inside the war room understood what would happen if we ignored it. Kael stood opposite me with both hands braced against the table, his expression had become unreadable, but I had spent enough time watching him to recognize the tension gathering beneath his stillness. His shoulders were rigid, his jaw was locked and even the fingers resting beside the parchment looked ready to close around

LENA By sunrise, Blackthorn had begun to move like a fortress preparing for war, the courtyard filled with the sounds of horses being saddled, weapons being checked, and orders passed from one guard to another. Servants carried travel trunks toward the waiting carriages while warriors gathered near the gates, their dark uniforms standing out against the pale morning mist. No one called it a military departure, no banners had been raised, no war horns had sounded. Kael had ordered a small escort instead of the full strength of Blackthorn, and every instruction had been delivered with the careful language of diplomacy but everyone knew the truth that we were going to the capital because the Elder Council had summoned me and the Council had threatened war if we refused. I stood