Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Xavier felt Sophie’s grip tighten. “I gave her a book from my personal library,” Lumden said. “The Northern Wolves. It was the last time I ever saw her.” Sophie’s voice shook. “They said she died by her own hand.” Lumden met her gaze. “I know the truth in my heart. Lashes on the back do not come from your own hand.” The words struck like a blow. Xavier felt Sophie go rigid. He thought of the marks he had once seen on her own skin, the scars she carried because of Lucian’s cruelty. Rage flared hot and dangerous inside him.

Their eyes locked across the space between them. And something shifted. The war inside Sophie.. the guilt, the anger, the heartbreak.. hardened into something else. Resolve. She wiped the back of her hand across her face and stood up, her voice steady even though her body still trembled. “Then let's finish this,” she said. “Let's burn him to the fucking ground.” Ryan’s mouth curved, the faintest hint of a dark smile tugging at the corner. "Now you're speaking my language." And for the first time since all this started,

“I, Sophie Zenith, Queen of Werewolves, Luna of Sol Pack, reject King Zachary Sol as my King, My Alpha, and My Mate.” Dad screams again in pain, but Sophie’s stops as she clings to Tony. “I love you,” I hear Tony say, holding his mate. “I’m sorry to break this promise. I am so sorry.” Sophie looks up at him with tears streaming down her face. “He is rejected and broken. Don’t kill him, please don’t kill him,” Sophie begs. “Zach, accept the rejections, please. Just retire. Please don’t fight Tony.” Dad sits up holding his neck,

Maverick’s question made Ava swallow nervously. At first, she intended to look away from the man standing in front of her, but somehow… that wasn’t easy to do. “Yes,” Ava answered softly, though there was unmistakable firmness beneath her voice. “I know exactly what I’m asking of you, Mr. Maverick.” The man let out a slow breath. Just as he was about to speak, Sophia abruptly cut in first. “Have you completely lost your mind too, Ava?” Sophia snapped. She grabbed Ava’s hand a little too hard, forcing Ava to turn toward her. “I know you’re devastated because of that bastard Jackson, but that doesn’t mean you can treat marriage carelessly like this!”

--- — Nyx — The moment their blood mixed, her curse cracked open. She'd spent years building walls around it—careful, incremental, the architecture of a lifetime of necessity. The walls dissolved in an instant. Something vast and dark came rushing through the blood contact, larger than anything she'd ever accidentally absorbed, moving with the force of a creature that had been caged for a very long time and had finally found the door. His wolf.

"By the way, Ryan said if your pup is ever born, it'll just steal the fatherly love meant for mine. So, you should really think about that." "After all, he doesn't even know you're pregnant, does he? But he's guarding my pup every single day." I stared at the words on the screen and suddenly started to laugh. So, that was their plan. I touched my stomach, thinking of the doctor's words—the pup is still there—and a wave of determination washed over me. I will protect this pup myself. I forced myself up and wrote out a formal declaration to dissolve the mate bond. I left the papers on the coffee table in the Pack House, right next to my wedding ring.

I changed Lila's position, lifted her legs, and drove myself deeper into her, listening to the screams of the woman underneath me with satisfaction, but still, it wasn't enough to quell the anger in my heart. My wolf Hugo drank in Lila's intoxicating gasps with excitement, satisfied that we finally had our fated mate in our bed, but those damn purple eyes kept appearing in my mind. "I Sophia Evergreen of the Ironclad Pack hereby officially reject you, Marcus of the Ironclad Pack, and from now on, I am no longer your Luna!" I swore internally as Sophia's words echoed through my mind and I couldn't help but slam myself harder into Lila and her yell of pain brought me back to my senses.

“But you're the one who got cheated on, even on her engagement day. It's time you woke up from your little fantasy, Elara. You never have and never will be good enough for anyone.” Elara stared at her as her hands shook. She wanted to hit her but instead, she took a deep breath and took a step back. “Enjoy your little victory for as long as it lasts.” she said, her voice laced with venom. “Because when I’m done, neither of you will have anything left to celebrate.” With that, she turned on her heels and walked away, the weight of their betrayal pressing down on her chest but she refused to succumb to it. As tears blurred her vision once more a new fire lit up inside her.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, “I don’t need to break you, Emma. You’re already broken. All I have to do is claim what’s mine.” I feel her stiffen at my words, her body tense under my touch. But even as she tries to resist, I know she’s feeling it too. The way her breath catches, the way her pulse accelerates. She’s not fooling me. She wants this just as much as I do, even if she’s too stubborn to admit it. “You don’t own me,” she says, her voice a mixture of defiance and fear. “You can’t make me yours.” I laugh softly, a dark sound that feels more like a warning than amusement. “You think I can’t? You’re already mine, Emma. You’ve been mine the moment you s