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Alaric spat. “Oh, so she matters,” the brother mused, his breath ghosting my cheek. “More than the empire? More than your inheritance? More than the vow you broke?” My pulse stuttered. “What vow?” I rasped. He leaned closer, so close his lips almost brushed my ear. “The vow that tied him to me. Blood vows don’t break, Saphira. They only punish.” Alaric cursed under his breath something harsh, ragged. He knew what the brother meant.

The chuckle that followed made Davis a bit shy The bitterness had drained away, replaced by the glow of a man soaked in love. He reached out, pulled Caro into his arms, she didn't hesitate, the cheering in the crowd made her deep her head into his chest as she covered her from crowd. Samson stood smiling, he was glad the tough Davis finally found his Mrs right. "Fired? No. Can't be!" Bella murmured, clutching her head in disbelief. Her pride had shattered, her world collapsing faster than she could comprehend. She stumbled, the edges of her vision blurring, then collapsed to the ground before Alex caught her just in time.

"I will not force anyone to love me or to stay with me, Grandma Charlotte. The first time, I blamed Janice. But this time, I have only myself to blame. I made a promise to myself—and I betrayed that promise.” The genuine worry and sympathy in her eyes gnawed at me, making me want to lash out. "No one can control who they fall in love with,” she said, her tone both warm and soothing. I hated it even more. "Yes, they can. I should have been more careful. This is what happens when you're careless with feelings." Hating myself for being that nineteen-year-old boy with a broken heart again, I grabbed the glass and gulped it down to the last drop, then closed my eyes, forcing myself to regain cont

I clutched at my chest tightly, trying to numb the pain but it only made it worse. “I'm really sorry Georgia, I truly tried but…it's like he woke up from coma as a different person.” Anna added, adding to the pain. “How…how could he? Why would he betray me like that?” I asked, my lips quivering as I struggled to keep my voice from cracking. My eyes moistened with tears as the memories of his proposal, our wedding and our anniversary flooded my mind. He promised to stand by me till forever so what changed? I was literally fighting to save his life and he broke mine without thinking twice.

I remarked, "You're not remorseful. You're just terrified because you know you're finished. You once kneeled before my dad and swore to the Moon Goddess that you'd love only me in this lifetime, that you'd give me a home and happiness. "What now? Were those promises something you made up on the spot?" My bestie took out a sheet of paper and threw it in front of Christopher. It was the written pledge he had given my father back when he begged to be with me. The pledge stated "I, Christopher Scott, will love only Rebecca in this lifetime. If I ever break this vow, I willingly forfeit my position as Alpha and accept exile to the wastelands as a Rogue, leaving myself entirely at Rebecca's mercy

Tears were streaming down his face, and there wasn't a trace of his Alpha dignity. "I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to make it right. As long as you don't dissolve the bond, I'll do anything! I can even give you my life!" I looked down at him, feeling nothing. "Let go." I pried his fingers off one by one and firmly recited the ancient vow of rejection. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I dissolve this bond. In life or in death, we shall never meet again." At the instant the oath ended, a sharp cracking sound echoed in the air.

I babbled, body tensing, my release crashing over me in waves, pussy spasming around his dick. He followed, burying deep with a roar, hot spurts filling me. Harlan jerked one last time, ropes of cum splattering across my chest, soaking the gown. Harlan gestured for the stranger to leave while he made himself decent. My pussy was still breathing like it had a life of it's own. Senator Harlan cleared his throat as he spoke. "Deal's sealed, Bella. You'll be on every mag by next week. But ignore me again? I'll ruin you. Burn your career to the ground."

The word settled deep in my chest, fracturing the last of Elias’s poisonous whispers. I kissed her hard, pouring the reclaimed fire into it—possession, gratitude, the dark promise of what I’d do to protect what was mine. She melted into me, fingers digging into my shoulders, matching my intensity. When we broke apart, both breathing ragged, I rested my forehead against hers. “The Ghost wanted to break me with fractured vows,” I said quietly. “He doesn’t understand. My vows to you—to Alora—they’re what’s going to bury him.” Liora smiled, small but devastating. “Then let’s start digging his grave.” The hunter in me roared to life. The game had truly begun.

This was all so absurd. “Is that it?” I asked. “Yup,” she said with a shrug. “That’s it. Once the vow is placed, your loyalty is locked in place.” I nodded in consideration. “What was that bit about severance?” “It means that only death, abdication, or exile can break the vow,” she replied seriously. It sounded so intense, but she didn’t seem fazed. Must have been a wolf thing. But I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared about whether I could make Killian trust me or not.

Tristan glared at me over Logan’s shoulder, his jaw locked so tight his fangs almost cut into his lower lip. “As you can see with your own eyes, the mark is gone,” I continued, lifting my chin and pointing straight to the faint trace on my neck. “The bond is dead. It died the moment you brought another she-wolf into our home and broke our vows. There is nothing you, your friends, or anyone else in this room can do to fix it. And that leaves me to do the one thing I should have done the very second you betrayed me.” Tristan eyes widened. The fierce bloodlust in his stance vanished, replaced by a sudden, sickening horror as the truth hit him. “Briar… no. Don’t you dare—”