How Does The Oath We Give End?

For nearly two decades, Madison Evans has led her pack, Blue Meadow as Alpha. Alone. In all that time, she has yet to meet her fated mate. She has dedicated her life to leading like a good alpha should and training her siblings to become the destined Royal leaders of the shifter world. But being without a mate has taken it’s toll on her and her wolf, Infinity. A deep depression has set in and without the magic of her Luna, Infinity is going feral. Maddie is losing hope that she will ever find her destined love and she feels that Selene has abandoned and forgotten her. Joshua Logan, three-time Super Bowl champion and sixteen-year veteran quarterback of the Green Bay Packers, has found himself in a bit of situation. Despite all his success over the years, he is learning that resigning a contract with his recent injuries is proving near impossible. Frustrated and depressed, he spies Maddie in the most unlikely of places. Obsessed with finding her again, Joshua turns up in Blue Meadow, unknowingly placing himself in a world of supernatural danger. As the situation between Maddie and Josh builds, so does the unrest and malice within the shifter world. The darkness has been focused on Maddie and Blue Meadow, but unable to bring her down, it shifts focus to her family and allies. Will the mounting danger of attacks and the political conflicts keep Maddie and Josh from growing their bond? Will Josh fall in love with Maddie, choosing to stay and be her Luna? Or will he go back to his life in the human world, leaving Maddie alone once again? Continue on for the exciting conclusion of The Alpha’s Rose in The War of the Royals.

Genre: Dark Romantic Fantasy Kaelen Thorne has always been an outsider—a struggling mage-in-training in a quiet border village. But when his home is ravaged by a pack of werewolves, he unleashes a torrent of magic that should not exist in mortal blood. In the ruins, he finds Elira, a wounded elf whose violet eyes mark him as the heir to a forgotten dynasty. Bound to him by an ancient oath, Elira becomes both his protector and his curse. Together they journey through burning villages, cursed forests, and the shadowed courts of vampires, unraveling secrets of Kaelen’s lineage. He is the last of the Thorne bloodline, destined to decide the fate of three warring races. Yet the prophecy that hails him as savior conceals a devastating truth: the peace his ancestors forged was built not on unity, but on sacrifice. As Kaelen and Elira’s bond deepens into love, the cost of his destiny becomes clear. To end the war and save the realm, Elira must give her life. Torn between love and duty, Kaelen fights to defy fate—but Elira has already made her choice. In the ashes of war, Kaelen will be remembered not as a hero, but as the last guardian of a promise sealed in fire and blood: the Silver Oath.

Three years to the day after we sealed our betrothal oath, Keller Blake finally arrived in Silver Fir territory with the bonding gifts that would make our mate bond official. Our people lit the pine-resin braziers, and my parents looked as if a weight they had carried for years had finally lifted. But just as I reached the front door, Keller's attendant came running with a message. Keller had ordered the entire convoy to turn around. He never even came inside. One of Keller's aunts, who had traveled with the convoy, planted herself in front of his truck. "Keller, what kind of betrothal drags on for thirty-six full moons without a marking? The first year, you spent the bonding gifts to ransom your savior's daughter from hunters. The second, you injured a Grey Ridge warrior defending her and used the gifts to pay the damages. What is it this time? Keep this up, and the Halls really will dissolve the oath!" Keller already had the truck door open. His careless reply carried to me on the wind. "Lydia Vaughn's father left her a wolf-fang pendant. It's the only thing she has left of him, and I have to buy it back from the Neutral Zone auction house. As for Evelyn, we've been together since we were pups. A little sweet talk and she'll come around. Everyone in the North knows we're betrothed. She's twenty-six, and I've kept her waiting three years on top of that. Who else would dare take her?" I drew back the foot I had nearly set across the threshold. "The Lunar Council statute is clear. If thirty-six full moons pass and one party still refuses to deliver the promised bonding gifts, the oath is automatically void. I'm a free wolf now. I can choose another mate."

Magnus Ashford was a king among men and a god among wolves. As the billionaire Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, his power was absolute, and his devotion to his mate, Vivienne Marlowe, was the stuff of legends. But power breeds envy. On a night of treachery and silver fire, Magnus is ambushed by hunters and left for dead in the forbidden Whispering Wilds. Saved from the brink of extinction by the ethereal Nymphs, Magnus is forced into a soul-binding Blood Oath. To earn his life, he must serve as their mercenary general in a brutal war against the Centaur tribes. For months, he is a ghost, a warrior trapped in a magical veil, forced to watch from afar as his kingdom is systematically dismantled by Grayson Steele and his army of ancient, cursed wolves. When Magnus finally shatters his chains and returns home, he finds a nightmare in place of his legacy. His mentor is dead, his estate is a ruin, and the pack has branded him a coward who fled in their darkest hour. Worse, the cunning Isla Voss has seized the throne, ruling with a silver fist and the blessing of the very enemies who slaughtered his kin. Vivienne Marlowe is no longer the soft woman he left behind. Hardened by betrayal and scarred by Isla’s cruelty, she looks at Magnus not with love, but with cold, emerald fury. With the Eclipse of Judgment only three days away, Magnus must navigate a deadly web of political intrigue and primal lust to reclaim his throne and his mate before a divine curse strips him of his humanity forever.

At seventeen, love feels infinite and endings feel impossible. Arielle never planned to fall in love during her final year of high school. Noah never planned to let his guard down. But when quiet glances turn into late conversations and unspoken feelings surface, they find themselves caught in a connection neither of them is ready to name or walk away from. Set against the fragile edge of senior year, Promises We Made at Seventeen is a slow-burn, dual-POV romance about first love, fear, and the weight of choices made too young to fully understand, yet too deep to ignore. As expectations, rumors, and the future press in, Arielle and Noah must decide whether honesty is worth the risk and whether promises made before adulthood can survive what comes after. Tender, dramatic, and emotionally raw, this story explores what it means to love someone while still learning who you are, and how some promises no matter how small can change the course of a lifetime.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."