Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

“Why go through all this trouble for me? You said you don’t want anything in return, you said it’s not charity… but Damian, I have nothing to offer you. I’m just a woman with a broken heart and a bad reputation. Everyone who knows us will talk. They will say all kinds of things. They will say you’re taking pity on me, or that there’s something between us, or that I’m… that I’m with you for money. Ethan will say terrible things too. He will twist this just like he twisted everything else. Are you ready for that?” Damian didn’t even hesitate. He leaned back in his chair, calm and sure, and said, “Let them talk. Let Ethan say whatever he wants. What do I care about what people say? I know the t

The betrayal cut deeper than Elara expected. Sophie’s eyes flicked past her to the glowing terminal. The screen still displayed her mother’s digitized sketches and the newly secured biometric ledger. There was clear hunger in that gaze. "Sophie?" My voice was barely a whisper, the word cracking in my throat. "What are you doing?" Sophie let out a short, quiet laugh, stepping over a piece of blackened wood. "I'm changing my life, Elara. That’s all this is." She tilted her head, her gaze shifting to the glowing text behind me, a dark, cynical edge settling into her voice. "You got a king and a crown of gold.

This was clearly not a coincidence. The door slammed open, and Sophia strutted out, her scent sour with jealousy and aggression. She marched up to me, her eyes blazing. “Alright, spit it out. How much did she leave you?” she demanded. I narrowed my eyes. My wolf curled her lip. “What does that have to do with you? Your name’s not in the will. Move.” Sophia blinked, startled that I’d bitten back. Then a cold sneer twisted her mouth. “Oh, look at you. One inheritance and suddenly you’re bold? Don’t forget, you’re an ex-convict.”

I wrapped Lily's little wooden carvings in cloth and tucked them carefully into my bag. Each piece held a memory— a small token of survival in the dark. Then the door slammed open. Liam stood there— bloodshot eyes, unshaven, wrecked. The arrogant Alpha was gone. In his place stood a cornered animal, radiating desperation and fury. He saw me packing. His eye twitched. "Sophie. You're really doing this?" His voice was raw, scraped clean of pretense. "Fine. Tear up the mate contract. I won't fight you for the pup."

It made me sad, but then this place made me feel loved again. My first night home, a wall of text from Draven arrived. Excuses. He’d thought of me daily. He’d tried to call. His mother had lied. He hadn’t broken his promise, he swore... I snorted. Empty words. I deleted the message. Blocked his number. Done. The next morning, as my brother and I were having breakfast, a servant came over with a large bouquet of rare blood orchids. "Miss Isolde, someone sent you flowers!"

"I know I was wrong! I dealt with that woman, and I’ve walked away from the Moretti family. Come back with me, please... I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You can punish me however you want, just come back." I wrenched my hand away and took a disgusted step back. "I’ll say it one more time, sir. I don't know you." I pulled out my phone and dialed the local police right in front of him. "Elena, you can't do this to me... we had a blood oath..." "Shut up," I interrupted coldly. "Mr. Moretti, your so-called blood oath ended the second you gave that sapphire to Sophia. The woman I am now has absolutely nothing to do with you."

“You led that rogue here, didn’t you? Just as you pushed Ella this morning. Chaos follows you around like the plague.” Sophia didn’t confirm nor deny it. She just shrugged and said, “We want the same thing: for those two to break up. Maybe we should combine our efforts.” Liam scoffed. “You want me to do your dirty work? I’m not an attempted murderer like you.” “I never tried to kill anyone.” “You wouldn’t have minded if you did, though.” Liam turned on his heel. “I’m leaving.” Sophia watched Liam begin to stalk away, but she knew she hadn’t sunk her claws in just yet. Her lips curled into a faint smile.

At Dorian. He’s standing on the far side of the platform, face pale, fists clenched. “I love you, Sophie,” he calls. It’s barely loud enough to hear, but she hears him. She nods, and in that moment, she is beautiful. Broken. Brave. The man’s voice booms again. “Sophie Ashbourne and Dorian Alaric, you are hereby stripped of your castes. You are omegas.” Cheers again. I want to scream. “And for your betrayal, you will be whipped with silver. Fifteen lashes. May your scars remind you of your sins.”

But his eyes, deep, glowing amber were locked into mine. A strange pull tightened in my chest, unfamiliar and unsettling. "Sophia." Xavier’s voice was sharp, his presence was suddenly beside me. "Step back." I barely heard him. My feet moved forward on their own, drawn by something deeper than curiosity. I knew this rogue. No, that wasn't right. I had never seen him before. Had I? The rogue exhaled sharply, his gaze not leaving mine. "Luna.... I found you." The world around me went numb.

"That’s better." I fisted his shirt, my breathing ragged. "Let me go," I whispered. His thumb brushed my lower lip. "No." And then— His mouth crashed against mine. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. It was punishment for running. It was a promise—that no matter how far I ran, no matter how much I fought him—Damien Volkov would always catch me. And deep down… I wasn’t sure if I wanted to escape. Damien’s POV