Alluring Secret Black Vow Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The bond hummed—alive, electric, beautiful. My knees nearly gave out. Him. Damon stared at the thread. Then at me. His face didn’t change. Valentina’s grip on his arm tightened. The drums stopped. Silence. Damon raised his hand. “I, Damon Blackthorn, future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack…” His voice was steady. Cold. “…reject you, Elara Voss, as my fated mate and future Luna.” The thread flickered.

POV: Ares Voss There is a strange kind of power that comes from knowing something the other person doesn’t. It’s not just the fact that you have the secret. It’s the way it sits in your chest like fire waiting to be unleashed. It’s the slow burn of anticipation, the constant question playing on repeat in your head—what will they do when they find out? And when that secret is about your own brother? The satisfaction becomes something darker.

He darts his tongue out, licking his bottom lip and disgust knots around my stomach. The hall is silent when the priests ask if there are any objections. Nobody says a word. Please, God, save me. Please, God… The priest turns to me. “Do you, Ava Blackwood, take Antonio Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband as long as you both shall live?” I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip and open my mouth to say the words I know will seal my fate forever, when a voice erupts from the back of the room, stopping me.

“It’s memory.” “Whose?” Her eyes lifted to the air above them, where images began to bloom—shadows of the past suspended like smoke. A woman in white robes stood before an altar, her hands bound in red silk, her eyes silvered over with light. Around her knelt men and women in fur-lined armor, faces hidden, heads bowed. Serenya’s throat tightened. “Hers.” Kaelen followed her gaze. “The first vow.” The woman’s voice filled the air—not loud, but steady, her tone threaded with desperation. “By my blood, the moon shall hold the beasts within. By my heart, it shall bind what love has broken.”

It was a trap set for a man who had broken every law of the wild to keep his greatest treasure a mystery. "I am the one obsessed with a secret mate," Angus growled, his eyes flashing with the full power of the Lycan King. "And may help them when they realize the secret is finally out." I reached for my sword, the steel singing as it left the scabbard. The secret was gone. The war seemed to have begun. The sound of the blade leaving the sheath was the only warning the world would get. Outside, the pack kingdom bell had fallen silent, but the air felt like it was screaming.

Ashlyn whispered. But before anyone could move, Penelope screamed. Because the blood patterns had reached her feet. And they were climbing. "Stop this!" Ava shrieked. "I can't," Ashlyn's voice was eerily calm. "The oath must be sealed completely." The patterns wrapped around Penelope like crimson vines. And as they reached her heart, everyone heard it: The whispers. Ancient words in forgotten tongues. Promises that could never be broken. And something else... Something that made Ashlyn's smile fade for the first time.

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

Before anyone could react, I grabbed the remote, connected my phone to the TV, and cast the screen. The room lit up with Nora’s own voice, gloating about her nights with Michael, including details of their bed and their trysts in the car. There was even a video of the two of them together. I pressed play. "This," I said, my voice cutting like glass, "is better than any divorce certificate."

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

"And I need you to stop following me. Whatever this is, I don’t want any part of it." I hang up pulse already racing. The black card with the silver moth had stayed tucked beneath my pillow all night like some cursed thing. Around 4am I finally slipped it over and there was a number and one message. Call. No explanation or greeting, just an order I absolutely should have ignored. Instead, I called him three separate times over the course of the day, leaving increasingly pathetic voicemails explaining why I wasn’t interested in working for a terrifying tattooed gangster, most probably billionaire, who looked at me like he wanted to own my fucking soul.