Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

"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

And yet, she couldn’t ignore the way his touch still burned against her skin, or the way his gaze had flickered with something he refused to name. She moved to the bar cart in the corner, pouring herself a glass of wine with shaking hands. The first sip was bitter, but it grounded her. She needed to remind herself who she was—who she had become. No more being at Killian Blackwood’s mercy. But as she stared into the deep red of her drink, the warmth of his lips still haunting her own, she knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

And he didn’t even have the decency to deny it. Sarah let out a bitter laugh, but it quickly turned into something more raw, something broken. She grabbed the nearest thing, a framed photo of her and Chloe from years ago and hurled it across the room. The glass shattered against the wall. Just like her heart. A strangled sob escaped her lips, and she sank to the floor, clutching her chest as if that would somehow keep the pain from tearing her apart. Betrayal burned through her, white-hot and unforgiving.

“You’re going to regret this, Aaron. Mark my words. One day, you’ll regret everything.” He chuckled darkly. “Get over yourself, Sophie. I won’t regret anything.” Jeana’s laughter chimed in, mocking. “Well, Sophie, I suppose it’s time you step aside. Clearly, you were never meant to be in his league.” Something inside Sophie snapped. Without hesitation, she grabbed Aaron’s glass of whiskey from the dresser and flung its contents at Jeana. The amber liquid splashed against her perfect red hair, soaking it. Jeana gasped, recoiling in shock.

The woman I had loved for so many years had deceived me and given birth to another man's child, yet she kept demanding me not to overreact. "We're done. The wedding is off," I stated icily. With a loud crash, Rhiannon smashed the teacup in front of her. The shards flew up and cut my forehead. She screamed, "Why can't you try to understand me? I don't want to owe Lionel anything. He saved my life. I have to repay him somehow!" Blood trickled down my forehead. However, I didn't feel any pain from it. The unbearable ache in my heart was way more pronounced compared to my physical pain.

"You've lost, Evelyn! Everyone will know what you've done!" David stepped forward, his face twisted with fury. "Shut up, you stupid girl! You're as delusional as he is. No one will believe your stories. We control the narrative." Sophie met his gaze, her eyes blazing with hatred. "Not anymore," she said, her voice steady despite the tears streaming down her face. She glanced down at Alex, who was struggling to remain conscious, his hand slipping into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small device and pressed a button.

she asked again I nodded, ashamed. Ava let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair, clearly processing the information. "We need to confront Edward about this," she said firmly. "He can't just get away with cheating on you, especially with your sister," I nodded in agreement, my heart sinking even further. How could Alice betray me like this? How could Edward be so cruel? Ava stood up and walked towards me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I'm here for you, I did warn you about their sudden closeness, you said it was faultless, just know am here for you Harper"

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,