After The Vows Novels & Stories

"I vow to never take you for granted. To never forget what it cost you to give me another chance. To never use my power to harm you. To always choose you. To always protect you. To always love you exactly as you are. I vow to be the mate you deserve. The father our children need. The Alpha our pack needs. I vow to be better every day. To never stop growing. To never stop proving I'm worthy of you. I vow forever, Elara. Forever." "I vow to trust you." I said. "To stop waiting for you to fail. To stop protecting myself from happiness. To accept that transformation is real. That you've changed. That we've built something that will last. I vow to be your partner. Your equal. Your mate in all thi

"What do I do when she arrives?" "You'll recite the traditional Alpha vows," my mother said. "Claiming her as your mate, promising to protect and provide for her, pledging your loyalty and devotion. She'll respond with the Luna vows, accepting your claim and pledging herself to you and the pack." "I know the vows," I said, having practiced them so many times they were burned into my memory. "What comes after?" "After the vows comes the wine toast," my mother continued. "You and Isabella will drink from ceremonial goblets filled with wine that's been blessed by pack elders. That symbolizes your unified future, your willingness to share both joy and hardship."

PART 14 “As I said earlier, this ceremony is not just a wedding. It is also the rekindling of a friendship we once believed was lost.” Victor paused for a moment, his calm voice echoing through the grand hall. Hundreds of eyes remained fixed on him while the soft golden lights above reflected against the crystal decorations hanging from the ceiling. “On behalf of my family and myself, thank you to everyone who came here today. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves. Thank you.”

I hurried to the door and opened it just enough to see what was happening downstairs. The two men were at each other’s throats again. What the hell? Didn’t they sleep at all? Mace had dark circles under his eyes from all that night’s exhaustion, but that didn’t stop him from boiling with rage. On the other hand, Deshawn looked like he was enjoying the scenery the whole time. He looked fresh, as if he had just come out of a shower. Was he the one who carried me in his arms earlier? “I didn’t force her into marrying me; it was an agreement between two parties.” An agreement? How come I don’t remember? I never had any agreement with him. Deshawn looked like he was getting tired of Mace’s attemp

Theron walks up to officiate. Kai's vows come out steady despite the visible tremor in his hands, promises about choosing her every day, about building, lasting, surviving and never once taking a single ordinary morning together for granted again. When it's her turn, Ivy's own voice breaks twice, and nobody in the crowd seems to mind waiting for her to find it again. Before the final vow, Kai turns to face the gathered crowd, still holding both her hands.

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

"That's right—we never got around to registering the marriage. I insisted on a premarital health check, which delayed things by a day. And luckily for me, that one day was enough to see your family's true colors." I took out a backup phone and played a video for the onlookers. "Everyone, take a good look. This footage records everything from the moment we entered to the end of the meal, including when the server came in. In the video, I didn't take a single bite, and I never once promised to pay the bill."

Wedding Day Payal’s POV The day has finally arrived when I will become someone's wife. I will belong to him. A sacred bond will tie us for live long after taking those holy rounds. We will be Bound by Vows for our remaining life. But am I ready for this? Completely no!!! But I cannot move back. I will have to accept this relationship by whole heart. There may not be a love in this but at least, will try to have trust and respect for each other.

Terms and conditions Sharp and emotionless the contract on the table was immaculately written in black ink on white paper. The difference between Sophia and being saved or disaster was a few signatures. Just as he did in every boardroom, Adrian kept a close eye on her. As composed as ever he stated It's all standard. “We tie the knot. We pretend to be married. And we leave without any problems after a year. “ When Sophia saw the contract her eyes remained fixed. “And what happens if one of us violates the rules?”

“No more games. No more secret meetings. You’ll go nowhere without my men. You’ll speak to no one I don’t approve.” “I’m not your prisoner.” “You are now.” Her lips parted like she wanted to scream. To strike. To fight. But Dante could feel the breaking point. It was close. So close. And it exhilarated him. “You’re angry,” he said quietly. “Good. Let it burn. Because when the wedding comes, you won’t walk down the aisle as a bride.” He turned her face to his, inches apart. “You’ll be dragged there… as my possession.” Then he walked away, leaving her breathless, broken, and shaking beneath the weight of his vow.