Romans & histoires Lethal Vows Book

The Vow Lying naked in the center of the spiral, wrapped completely around one another, Serena spoke the words that sealed their hearts: “Tomorrow, when the ritual begins… I give myself to both of you completely. Body. Blood. Soul. No barriers. No hesitation.” Kael’s voice was thick with emotion. “I give you everything I am. My strength. My heart. My future.” Damien’s crimson eyes shone with rare vulnerability. “I give you my eternity. All of it.” The three of them sealed the vow with slow, lingering kisses — a promise of what was coming. Outside the chamber, the blood moon continued to rise.

I stand in the center of the floor, my hand dripping with Vance's blood, the lavender mark on my neck flaring into a brilliant, permanent amethyst storm that incinerates the white glare of the hearths. "The South chooses its own shadows, Alpha Vance," I announce, my voice a quiet, terrifying density that makes the entire assembly drop to their knees in the soot. I step over his blood, my bare feet unbothered by the stain as I look at his trembling retinue. "Take your dead vow and your silver cannons back to the ridge. If I see your face in my valley again, I won't just draw your blood. I will burn the East until your stone is nothing but glass."

The monster who turned me into an orphan and left me to be raised by a ruthless uncle with no kindness in his bones. I had spent years sharpening my claws for this training, bleeding, waiting for the day I could sink my fangs into his throat. How could I stand here, pretending to vow forever, when vengeance burned in my blood? “No.” I tore the veil from my head, my decision hardening like steel. “I won’t belong to anyone. Not until his blood stains my hands.” Veyra paled, panic flashing in her hazel eyes. “Sylvara, the silver-clad enforcers are outside. You can’t just run. Your uncle will kill us both.”

“The first keeper of the vow. The one who tried to chain the moon’s will to her own. She thought love could bind fate.” The image shifted—Thalen standing beside a man who looked like Kaelen but wasn’t. The same jaw, the same eyes, but his smile held sorrow. He pressed his palm against Thalen’s, and light erupted between them. “The vow was born from this,” Maelis said, gesturing toward the vision. “A promise made in love, sealed in defiance. They swore their souls would never part, even if the heavens broke.” The scene changed again. The man fell to his knees, the sky bleeding red. Thalen screamed, her power fracturing into shards of silver. From that light came the wolves—spirits bound by a

“Daughter of Alpha Rowland of Moonlit Pack. I have come here in peace, and in peace I will remain. But I will not kneel. My loyalty belongs first to my father, to my blood, and to my people. If my sincerity must be measured, let it be by my actions, not by the bend of my knees.” The hall erupted. Gasps, sharp whispers, scandalized murmurs. The firelight seemed to crackle louder, as though the flames themselves had been shocked by my defiance. I held Harold’s gaze. “Instead, I’d declare the Healer’s Vow. Your oath binds the body, the healer’s vow binds the heart. It is recited standing, hands unshackled… so the speaker cannot be forced to promise what her spirit won’t keep. If you mean to wel

“You cannot disrupt the ritual simply based on whims—” “Before the Moon Goddess who bears witness,” I said, my voice booming across the hall, “I, Viktor Volvov, swear this vow. That I will take no mate, accept no bond, and bear no mark,” I continued, steady and unflinching, “except one woman. Deliliah Carmichael, Head Priestess of the Vyrclaw Pack.” Gasps erupted around us. I didn’t look away from her. Her face drained of color. “Should I fail to mate her before my thirtieth birthday,” I said, “I forfeit my life to the Moon Goddess’ judgment without resistance, without appeal.”

I said, voice low enough to slip under her ribs, “your body has already chosen to live. Now we teach it how to live. It will require two things: a vow and a price.” “A vow,” she repeated, half-asleep. “Say: ‘I will not let my blood be used to make cages. I will be a blade that opens doors.’” She shivered, then spoke it, and the mirrors carried it away, and the room kept a copy. Vows spoken in a mirror-room pretend to leave you; in truth they wait for you in the long hallway of your next bad choice. “And the price?” she asked.

My legs felt heavy, and the mark over my heart burned so fiercely I thought it might tear through my skin. “I am not here to win,” I said. I was here to choose. Behind me, Kaelor tried to stand. The bond flared sharply when he failed. The mark over my heart spread in thin lines of light, moving across my skin and down my arms. The glow cut through the smoke, bright enough that every wolf nearby lowered their gaze. The ground cracked beneath my feet. Not from force, but from something older moving through it—something that answered only to blood and vow.

The only vow that mattered tonight was the one my body was making over and over around the wrong Alpha’s cock. is this really the man I'm supposed to kill?

From the shadows, a figure emerged. Lucian Voss. Alive. Unburned. Unbroken. “I didn’t expect betrayal from you, Damien,” he said calmly. Damien coughed blood, raising his weapon with a trembling hand. “You failed,” Voss said softly. “Now I’ll finish what I started.” He raised a silenced pistol. Damien smiled faintly. “She was worth it.” A shot rang out. **** Author’s Note 💌 Thank you for reading this chapter! Don’t forget to follow, leave a comment, and add this book to your library so you never miss an update!