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he said. I nodded slowly. “It’s the binding that locks away the Old Powers beneath the ley lines. It's what my bloodline was sworn to guard.” He shook his head. “That’s what we told you. It’s not the full truth.” I frowned. “Then what is?” My mother reached into her cloak and drew out a small, weathered book, bound in faded leather, etched with ancient runes so old they seemed to shift under my gaze. “This,” she said quietly, “is the true oath of the Weber line.”

“The Blood Oath Ceremony is the only solution.” “The Blood Oath Ceremony?” The doctor hesitates just a moment before explaining. “It’s far from a medical solution to anything,” she says with a nervous chuckle. “The Blood Oath Ceremony is an ancient ritual that no one has performed in centuries, but it still works. It requires mates to strip naked and embrace each other in their most bare and honest state.”

It curled it's hand up in a fist, dug it's nails through and let blood drop. Andreas exhaled, knowing what it was doing. "The oath of a demon is maintained by the earth so it has no escape whatsoever, therefore, i hereby pledge my allegiance to you and the king-" Nick's eyes widened. Anthony's mouth fell open. Was this really happening? "-I, Klitanis Odevan, hereby decree that from this day forth, my words and blood, will be forever loyal to Eleanor Starr and King Andreas Louise Montrier." Before Eleanor's eyes, a small part of the earth opened and licked up it's blood. What just happened?

Students backed away as I approached, eyes wide, whispers sharp. Elias’s smirk widened. “Here he is. The beast himself.” My fists clenched at my sides. “Say it again.” His eyes gleamed. “She’s not worthy. You’re not worthy. You’re blinded by an omega’s scent, and it’s going to destroy you.” My wolf snarled. My chest burned. The crowd waited, breathless, phones lifted. And then I spoke. “Blood Oath.” Gasps exploded around us. The words were old. Ancient. A vow written in the bones of wolves. Not spoken for decades.

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

He hadn't kept his eyes nor hands off of me, it had made me feel special. With the fire crackling in the fireplace I could feel myself being lulled to sleep after listening to the light sound of the rain until he finally spoke making me look up at him. "You asked me why I can't just leave that life," he breathed staring up at the ceiling. "Truth is baby, I'm trying to," he replied releasing a heavy sigh that held within it the frustration of a man attempting to cut off any ties, "that's part of what I've been doing lately. But it's not easy to just walk away once you take the oath ." The oath he was referring to was a blood oath that was a part of a ritual that originated from Roman-Catholic

“You spell it like leash.” Threads pour from Oathkeeper’s palm—clauses knotted to cut. Heat surges in me; my tongue reaches for curses I don’t respect. The pulse hits soft, close. The cords hesitate. I shove my flame where it has wanted to go since the first page turned: Into the book. Ink blisters and screams. POV: Oathkeeper Vows do not scream. Vows obey. I have kept the Ledger since God thought obedience was how kindness stood up straight. I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget.

The black veins on his skin pulsed erratically as the darkness inside him sensed the rising tide of human passion. “Tell me again, tell me you are really staying– because once I have you properly claimed, there is no going back.” he demanded huskily, breaking the kiss just enough to look into her green eyes. “I am staying by your side no matter what,” Amelia said clearly. The finality in her voice seemed to break the last of his internal resistance. A shudder ran through his body as he processed her absolute commitment. “Good,” he breathed, the word filled with a mixture of possession and reverence. “Because now that you have said it, I am not letting you go.” His hands moved from her waist

Flibanserin, in layman's terms, is an aphrodisiac. What the hell had happened? Brandon had been the one to bring that package up. And I remembered his exact line. "Probably the Prime Day backlog. A lot of packages came through the hub beat to hell. Just the outer bag, though. The inner box is fine." Him. Of course it was him. I went down onto the rug. How had everything lined up that perfectly? The outer packaging destroyed. My body on fire for no reason I could explain. The toy that would not turn off. Him, back at the door within the hour.

"Back when the family was in crisis, your father paid a heavy price to have a reading done. It said that if you married a mute woman whose birth chart matched yours, the family's fortune would be preserved. "But the moment she speaks… the family will fall apart." The reading was not wrong. It just had not foreseen that I was not truly mute–I stayed silent because my words brought misfortune. Connor scoffed. "That's superstition. Tricks to fool old people. Everything this family has now–we built it ourselves. What does it have to do with her? "If she's so capable, why couldn't she even raise her own son properly?" Eleanor hesitated. She had doubted it too. But ever since Connor married Sienna