Betrothal Novels & Stories

Isabella had traveled to another city for a meeting, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she needed to do something special for Brandon's birthday her fiancé. She had remembered that today was his special day, and she wanted to surprise him. As soon as her meeting was over, Isabella rushed to the airport and caught a flight back to her hometown. She had bought a beautiful, expensive watch for Brandon, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she gave it to him.

I was tugging my hand trying to break the chain from the cuffs but it was useless, I was the fake sex toy cuff, but a real stainless steel kind, "Doesn't make sense Anthony, save your strength, I've tried", I could hear the sad news in her voice. "I can't believe none of this bullshit right now, I feel so betrayed by you and then there is Natz and Brad, don't you guys know what loyalty means?!, we are going to die because of things your fucking forefathers did, and I have to pay for sins I never knew I was apart of, I swear to god! This wedding is off is we survive this, we are so fucking done",

The Proposal Year of the Roses Floral Season The Orchard Altsas Kyan WHAT IS A MAN SUPPOSED TO DO to please his betrothed? One he barely knows in fact. I pace impatiently as the maid cuts at the yellow and red aromatic flowers to form a huge bouquet. I don't know why but I have this urge to impress her somehow. This betrothal is neither her or my choice. I am a victim as much as she is but I want to make it up to her. I was really nervous about giving her the bracelet, I hope she likes it.

I argued "Jean, you talking back at me for a while now really doesn't please me. Stay at your place or there will be consequences." "What happened to you? Who are you? You are not Matt. I don't want this. I don't want to marry you anymore," I said, my eyes starting to get teary-eyed. I can't believe I'm getting degraded by someone I love. This is not him. Matt respects me. Matt understands the things I deserve. "Baby girl, you have no choice. You are betrothed to me. Do you even know what will happen if you break such a contract?"

A tiny muscle twitched in her left cheek. It might have been approval. It might have been cruel amusement. "You will not get your head chopped off on the stage," she said. She paused. She let the silence stretch for five full seconds. "Because you will now inherit the betrothal of your mother to the Lily of the Valley pack." My eyes stretched wide. My fingers slipped against the iron bar. Betrothal. The Lily of the Valley pack. The name hit me like a physical blow. I knew the bloody history behind those words.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I eavesdrop on Dad, Grandma and my Aunt talking about it. The merge is a betrothal arrangement to strengthen the relationship bond between two families.” I give him a look, doubt written all over my face. We have been best friends for the past seventeen years, he is always coming up with new ways to be funny. “If it were a betrothal, that word would have been used instead of merge. Besides, my Dad is married to my Mom, and yours to your Mom. See? Not funny.” I slide out of bed while he makes himself comfortable. He laughs, making me pause. “What’s so funny?” “You’re getting betrothed, silly! You and Caden

He turned to face the council, his posture shifting into the formal bearing of an Alpha addressing his people. "I publicly claim Camille Bell." The words dropped into silence. I felt my heart stop, then restart with a painful lurch. The elders exchanged glances—shock, calculation, and in Casimir's case, something approaching triumph. "A mating bond?" Helena asked carefully. "A betrothal." The distinction was deliberate, precise. "A formal commitment, witnessed and recorded, but incomplete until we choose to finalize it." I understood suddenly what he was doing. A betrothal would shift attention from Luna to us—give the pack a di

I tentatively opened the card, and written in the same silver was: Dear Katla of Iceclaw, On this, the day of our engagement, I know you must have so many questions. Please know I will answer all of your questions in time. Your father told me you do not know about the importance and symbolism of our ancient alliance, but I hope that in time, you will trust me as your partner and equal. As a token of my devotion and sincerity, I hope you accept these gifts that represent their joining of our packs. I know your pack has its traditions, and I respect those. But, you took my breath away in our passing earlier, and without a moon in the sky this evening, I thought none should be more radiant than

he said. “And?” I asked. “A promised bond was officially created between us,” he said. I accessed the information about the promised bond through Cadence’s memories. Unlike natural mate bonds, a betrothed mate bond had three distinct stages: the promising stage, the binding stage, and the bonding stage. In the Promising stage, two families arranged a future mate bond between their children — usually at a very young age — in the presence of the Three Fates. Once approved, a Promised or Betrothed Bond was formed between them.

“Ron, I don’t want to know anymore, I just need to talk to Chase.” “I want you to understand why she’s being so horrible, you didn’t let me finish speaking earlier in the hallway. She and Chase were betrothed because their parents were very close. It was sort of a safety plan to ensure our pack had a Luna even if Chase failed to find his mate. Miriam hasn’t found her mate either.” “Oh.” Did it change anything though? Did it change the fact the Chase had not mentioned it? Ron continued. “Anyways the betrothal was just a thing everyone in the pack knew about.