Keep You Like An Oath Novels & Stories

Ava stayed silent for a long moment before finally whispering, “A man who truly loves me would never leave me alone at the altar.” The room fell silent again after those words. Sophia stared at Ava with reddened eyes. Honestly, she wanted nothing more than to punch Jackson in the face for reducing Ava to this state. And if the opportunity ever came, Sophia swore she would not waste it. Several seconds later, Maverick stepped closer to Ava. “If I agree to your insane request,” he said calmly, “then I’ll do it in a way that actually makes sense.” Ava frowned slightly in confusion. Maverick continued in the same steady tone.

She is my mate. Fury flared, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. This is what she wants, I reasoned, a cold wave of rage rushing over me. She was attempting to use the mate bond to bind me to her, to constrain me, rendering me unable to walk away. A way to keep me there, a lifelong commitment to my future, possibly against my will. That's not what she wants. That's not what I want. Not yet. I did not know if she was a spy or a pawn in my uncle's treacherous game. This bond might be a trap. I needed confirmation. I needed to know the truth.

“To rid yourself of this bond entirely, you’ll need to solidify your connection with your true mate. If you… mate with him, the old bond will finally be severed, and the symptoms will fade.” A fresh surge of anger flared up within me at her words as I remembered Darius’s recent words and the cold, accusing look in his eyes when he assumed I was pregnant with Rowon’s child. I could practically feel the sting of his harsh words, the distrust etched across his face. “No,” I said, standing abruptly, clenching my fists. “I’d rather live with this sickness than bind myself to a man who sees me as nothing more than a mistake.” I turned to leave, but Althea’s voice stopped me, low and laced with a w

“But kneeling is not the same as loyalty.” She did not look at him. Her eyes swept the crowd instead, the sea of wolves bowing to her name, the fractures hidden beneath the surface. He was right, of course. This oath was not the end of anything. It was only the beginning. Nicole lifted her chin, and for the first time, allowed herself to howl. The sound tore from her throat raw and unrelenting, carrying across the stones, into the mist, into the bones of every wolf present. The courtyard erupted in answer—howls rising to meet hers, clashing, harmonizing, drowning out the silence that had haunted them since the war. It was a sound of allegiance. It was a sound of warning. It was the sound of

"I'm so glad you're home! Honey, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" His eyes were frayed red, and he was trembling uncontrollably. "I'll never leave you home all by yourself again. I was worried sick when you wouldn't pick up. It felt like the world was ending. Nothing in this world is more important than you. I'm back. Let's celebrate our anniversary together." When Ameera remained silent, Marlow assumed she was still upset with him. He proceeded to get on one knee and tried to sweet-talk her, "Honey, please promise me you won't ignore my calls anymore, alright? I can't handle the thought of you ignoring me."

“It’s awake then. You’ve fed it.” “I didn’t mean to—” “It doesn’t care what you meant,” she snapped. “It only cares that you bled.” He opened his other hand. Inside was a shard of obsidian, but it pulsed like a heart. “It whispered my name,” he said softly. “And it knew yours too.” --- They placed the obsidian shard in the center of the circle. The runes around it began to glow, pulsing like a low drumbeat. Yvette sat across from it, her legs trembling, fingers clenched tight in her lap.

Eyes fixed. Breaths held. Seconds passed. Then more. The silence stretched— Heavy. Uncomfortable. Deliberate. Bruno didn’t rush. Didn’t fill the space. He let it build. Let them feel it. The weight. The pressure. The expectation. Until finally— His lips curved. Slowly. A smile. But not one that warmed. One that warned. “My loyalty,” he began, his voice low but carrying effortlessly, “has never been cheap.” The words cut through the room.

She continued, “I take this oath on this day; that I’ll never for once betray or deny you as my lawfully bonded partner. I swear to be by you, stand by you, and support you even if the entire world is against you.” We took each phrase patiently and repeated it as she said it, looking into each other’s eyes. “You are mine just as I’m yours. And may the moon beat us, witness.” That was the end of the oath and we repeated it after her judiciously. The words weren’t just mere words, but they flew out of my mouth very easily. “Your majesty, you may claim her now.” And that’s it. The marking. The one that’ll nullify my entire bond with Leo.

“And yet, here we are. She stands between us now, poisoned by your lies, but still tethered by the chain you forged. Tell her the rest, Luca. Tell her about the oath. Tell her what you promised.” Luca’s face blanched, shadows deepening across his sharp features. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, eyes flickering with something close to panic. “What oath?” Amara whispered, her heart lodging in her throat. Ethan leaned closer, his voice silky with malice. “Ah, little dove. He didn’t just bind you to keep you close. He made an oath, the kind no man can unmake. He swore that if you ever left him, if you ever truly broke free, he would rather destroy you himself than let me have you.”

There was only his mouth, his heat, his blood in my veins. Then he pulled back. I stood there, swaying, my lips swollen and stained. My lungs burned. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it echoing off the stone walls. Kael looked down at me. His expression was unreadable. His breathing hadn't changed. "Now," he said, "the oath." He placed two fingers against my temple. The mindlink opened. His voice filled my skull. Not sound. Weight. The oath was ancient, spoken in a dialect older than any I'd learned as Luna. The words pressed against the inside of my mind, waiting.