Betrothal Sentence Novels & Stories

"What? Why are you apologizing?" "Because I can't," I say, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I can't be with you. Not like this. I have to break my betrothal first. I am not an unfaithful person. Gosh…I shouldn't have done this. Pardon me. I have to be free before I can—before I can be with anyone else." His face goes still. "Betrothal?" I nod miserably. "Yes. To Ronan. The bad pack heir. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I don't like him, I swear. It was arranged by our fathers. I'm supposed to marry him in two moons."

"I heard you didn't have breakfast yet. My betrothed should be more considerate of his body!" Though she was beaming, she was actually very nervous. If someone felt her pulse just now, they would feel it pound hurriedly, as if there was a horse race taking place inside her veins. He was the one who suggested the betrothal, but it was still very difficult to call him 'my betrothed'.

I bit my bottom lip, partially afraid of how the answer to this could set us back again. “If I can ask you one,” he smirked and I nodded. “What about the betrothal?” I expected a serious look but he smiled and kissed my forehead. “There will be no betrothal, and we can talk about what that means and deal with it later, for now, and until we have to, I just want to focus on getting some alone time with you,” he smirked, “which Wyatt won’t be pleased with.” “No, he will not,” I couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “your turn.”

She looked back once, gave me a wink that made my heart flutter, and then stepped out. The clicking of the door shutting behind her sounded like a thunderclap in the silent room. I could feel Rowan’s breath on my neck, and the strength of his arms around me. The silence lasted for what felt like an eternity, heavy with the scent of us and the truth that had just been laid bare. Then, Rowan’s voice came, low and gravelly, vibrating against my spine. "So," he said, his breath ghosting over my skin. "You're my betrothed?”

I am literally wiggling as he leans to my face, feeding me his sensual pheromones. "Sex, is just but an auxiliary bonus for a Greek god like me when it comes to luring women, Ellie! You know that, don't you?" Do I? He winks, withdrawing from my face and offering his arm to me, the grin still plastered on his pink lips. "The show is on, my betrothed, and we have been gone for too long. They might think we are making a grandchild out here. Shall we?" I don't know whether it's him calling me his betrothed for the first time or the impression of us making a child that is making my pulse race. I also don't understand the name of his game right now, but I guess it's time for the show.

Bella beat Hunter to it. “My favourite person in the world, welcome to our conversation, I was just proposing an arranged marriage now, I think I love the feeling of having a dainty lady like you in my arms.” He said, clearly taunting Bella, I hope she doesn't stab him with one of the knives strapped to her thigh.

“Well…he never has an assistant, the only women I've seen here are women he fucks.” “Okay.” She laughed softly, “You know what, I like you.” “Why?” I asked, genuinely curious. “You won't be bad for a side chick, we could even share you. Him and I,” she said, her tone dripping with saccharine. What the fuck? “Side chick?” I asked. “Yes, for when we get married, Ricardo and I are betrothed.” Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. Betrothed? Getting married? I couldn't believe it.

My news must be triggering a good episode. “But what's this?” She holds up my hand. “Don’t tell me you're engaged?” I smile. I can’t help it, I'm so happy. “It's called a betrothal, momma, and at the end of a year we'll be handfasted. It's a werewolf tradition of marriage.” “My baby girl. College, dance, and a big werewolf to protect you. You're all set.” She pats my cheek. “I love you, Billie Marie. I'm so happy for you.”

“Here you go. A special present for my special girl.” Bells smacked his arm at his flirty words, directing a pointed glance at my very conspicuous engagement ring. “She’s someone else’s special girl now.” “Fuck, that’s true. Didn’t even get you an engagement gift. My bad, gonna make it up to you soon. Where’s the lucky guy anyway?” He looked around the private dining room that currently held around thirty people, eyes searching. Most of them were my friends from school, others acquaintances I had made through my parents who I could tolerate. They had broken into the ‘happy birthday’ song when I walked in with Bells, beaming faces encouraging me to blow out the candles on my strawberry cake a

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?"