Pacto De Amor Sob Juramento

One week before our marking ceremony, my Alpha Mate, Corey Black, looks me straight in the eye and says something unbelievable, "I want to have a pup with my long-time friend Willow." At first, I assume it's a terrible joke, but I see determination in his serious expression. I suppress the churning feeling in my stomach and ask him why. He sighs, his gaze gentle as if he's soothing an unreasonable child. "Willow's old Beta father is dying. His only dying wish is to see Willow have a pup. We're doing it through IVF, so it won't hurt our relationship. "Her father devoted his entire life to the pack. You wouldn't refuse to fulfill even his dying wish, would you? You wouldn't be that cruel, right?" I don't know how to respond. He speaks as if not letting my fated mate have a pup with another woman is selfish. Later, when I go to visit the gravely ill old Beta, Corey is holding Willow Lester in his arms. His hand gently strokes her hair as he lets her sob against his chest. The moment our eyes meet, pain strikes my very soul. My wolf lets out a desperate howl of anguish. I stumble away, only to receive a text from him on the day of our marking ceremony. "Honey, Willow and I are undergoing the IVF procedure. Let's postpone the ceremony for now." I stare blankly at those words, my hand unconsciously moving to my still-flat stomach. Since he wants so badly to have a pup with another woman, I will grant his wish and disappear with my pup.

Isla- a young, and underestimated warrior. After surviving years of traumatic abuse, she is left orphaned, and alone. She strives to prove to herself, and others, that she is not weak. Though she is beautiful and strong years of psychological abuse, she doesn’t believe she is worthy of love, or that the Moon Goddess will grant her a fated mate. Alpha Zac is the fair and strong leader of Clear Creek. Secretly a hopeless romantic, Zac wants his fated mate more than anything. But after waiting years to find her, he has accepted a playboy lifestyle. When a unique she-wolf warrior joins his pack, she does more than fulfill his fantasies, she tests how far he will go to protect from her past. “WEAK” he yells as he swiftly brings the whip at me. I quickly try to cover my face but am not fast enough. I hiss in pain as the unforgiving leather slices my hand and eyebrow.I try to swallow the sob that wants to escape me but instead I throw up. Maybe he would have stopped there if I would have missed his boots.** (ISLA) I feel a pang of jealousy, what she has is what I've always wanted. A loving family, support, friends, and stability. Audrie doesn't have to question if she belongs here or try to prove her worth. (ZAC)My whole chest tightens and my wolf presses forward. “MATE”. The urgency to hold her, to take away the pain intensifies. I reach out and lift her head, and that's when I see the gash trickling blood onto the already blood-covered rock. I scoop her up and head straight to the infirmary. I just found my mate, I can't lose her on the same night.

La séptima vez que Simón Narváez faltó a nuestra cita para registrar el matrimonio, corté todo vínculo con él de forma radical. En las reuniones de amigos donde él asistía, yo faltaba deliberadamente. Cuando lo invitaron al acto del aniversario universitario, abandoné el lugar antes de su presentación. Si la empresa donde trabajaba optaba por colaborar con él, presentaba mi renuncia inmediata. Incluso en Nochevieja, cuando vino a mi casa para dar los saludos del Año Nuevo, inventé una excusa para no estar en casa. Lo bloqueé en el móvil, eliminé nuestros contactos mutuos, una ruptura total y definitiva. Ni yo lo contactaba, ni él tenía forma de encontrarme. Durante treinta años de mi existencia, había dedicado la mayor parte de mi tiempo a amarlo con devoción ciega, a cuidarlo con esmero. No fue hasta esa séptima vez en el registro civil, cuando una vez más me dejó esperando sola, que finalmente abrí los ojos. ¡Bastó ya de aquella situación! Preferí mil veces la soledad absoluta que seguir aguardando noche tras noche en un hogar vacío.

“I don't want any trouble, Easton.” She breathed. But he only stepped closer, running his fingers on her cheeks slowly as a smirk stretched the side of his mouth, “Well, that's too damn bad because I want to see you in trouble. I want to see you in pain until you're nothing but a shell in a body.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held back a sob, her throat was dry as she asked the question that was burning in her chest, “Do you hate me that much?” Seeing her tears made something in him shift but he quickly recovered. He took a few steps back and tucked his hands in his pockets before finding her gaze again, “That would make me too kind. What I feel for you isn't hate, Scarlet. It's deeper than that, but most importantly, I want to make you pay for ruining my life and taking my brother from me.” ……….. They say opposites attract, and for them, it was love at first sight. But love wasn’t enough to keep them together when fate tore them apart. She left him, convinced it was the only way to protect him. He believed she abandoned him out of cold-heartedness, and love for money. Blaming her for his brother’s tragic accident. For five long years, he’s harbored a fierce bitterness, a desire for revenge so intense it’s reshaped him, hardening his heart to ice. Now she’s back—stronger, wiser, but still haunted by the shadows of their past. And he’s waiting, ready to make her pay for what he believes she stole from him. She takes his anger, thinking it’s because she left, unaware of the deeper wound that fuels his wrath. But what happens when the truth finally comes out?

My son is gravely ill. His inner wolf is too weak to awaken, and the healer warns that without the Alpha’s blood to strengthen his spirit, he may not last the next full moon. He clutches my hand, his feverish golden eyes dimming. “Mother, can Father take me to the Barnum & Bailey Circus？” But no matter how many times I summon my mate through the pack bond, he does not answer. His presence in the mind-link is an empty void. I can only hold my son as his small body trembles. I whisper stories of wolf warriors and great Alphas, but his breathing grows weaker. When the dawn breaks, his tiny fingers slip from mine. His wolf never wakes. A few days later, the scent of wild roses floods our pack’s sacred grounds. I turn—and there he is. My mate. My Alpha. He strides into the hall with my sister cradled in his arms. Her neck bears his fresh scent mark. His mark. I watch as he presses a lingering kiss to her lips, his hands caressing her like a treasure. Their love is bold, shameless—an unspoken declaration to the entire pack. And only then do I learn the truth. While my son lay fighting for his life, waiting for his father’s touch, longing for his Alpha’s strength… my mate was deep in Rose Valley, tangled in passion with my own blood. I thought my heart had long since gone cold from his neglect, but at that moment, it shatters. I make my decision. I will leave this pack. Yet just as I turn to walk away, the mate who had only ever treated me with indifference suddenly drops to his knees. A broken sob rips from his throat. For the first time, my proud, untouchable Alpha weeps.

"I’ll make you beg and cry out my name, Father Hale. You won’t even be able to face the altar without remembering how you came apart on my tongue." Vincente terrifying voice admitted curling around the crucifix at my throat as his rough, unforgiving fingers, pinned my wrists above my head. His thigh shoved between mine, spreading me open, and the heavy press of his cock ground against the thin barrier of my underclothes. Mine answered before I could stop it, swelling shamefully through the thin clothes that clung like a second, traitorous skin. "Feel that?" he whispered, rolling slow, merciless circles that tore a broken sound from my throat. "That’s your body confessing louder than any prayer." I tried to twist away, but the movement only dragged my hips harder against him. "Please," I gasped, the word cracking open like a wound. "Vicente —God—" "God’s not here," he growled, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Only me, you don't call God when you are about to sin." His hands slipped under me working on me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, but the moan slipped out anyway, raw and ragged. "Say it. Say you want me," he demanded, his thumb circling the slick head until my vision blurred. "Beg me to stop. Or beg me not to." A sob tore free as my body arched, chasing the pleasure I hated myself for craving. "Please...Vicente—" He swallowed the broken plea with his mouth, teeth and tongue, sucking the faint copper of my own blood. When he pulled back, his eyes glittered like black glass. "Oh." He smiled, "You mean I can continue?" And my last hope to get him stop chattered.

Meu marido, o comandante, prometeu acompanhar a ex quando ela entrasse em crise. Só noventa e nove vezes. Mas, quando completei a contagem das noventa e nove, vi os dois abraçados com força. Depois disso, parei de chorar e de tentar impedir que ele fosse encontrar ela. Apenas pedi o escapulário como presente para o filho que estava prestes a nascer. Ao ouvir falar da criança, a expressão dele ficou um pouco mais suave: — Quando eu voltar, vou com você ao hospital fazer o pré-natal. Assenti, obediente. Não contei a ele que, dez dias atrás, protocolei o pedido de divórcio. Agora nós já estamos divorciados.

Le di tres años de mi vida, solo para que me trataran como a una simple sustituta… peor que a un perro. Cuando su llamada “luz blanca de luna” regresó, me apartó sin dudarlo. Está bien. Acepté la alianza familiar y me casé con el Alfa más poderoso del Norte. ¿Ahora se arrepiente y me ruega que vuelva? Demasiado tarde. Confabularon contra mí con aconita, queriendo que muriera en un sucio sótano. Pero mi compañero —el verdadero Rey del Norte— arrasó con toda la hacienda solo para salvarme. Intentaron robar mi linaje alfa con magia oscura. Los hice saborear el exilio, convertidos en renegados, despreciados por todos. ¿Y él? Se arrodilló ante mí, suplicando por perdón. Yo me refugié en los brazos de mi compañero y lo vi ser desterrado para siempre. —Ángel —le dije con frialdad—. —Abre los ojos. Yo soy la única Luna del Norte.

Acepté cambiarme de escuela junto a mi amiga de la infancia, a quien acosaban constantemente, pero ella se retractó el último día. —No puedo creer que fingieras que te acosaban todo este tiempo solo para deshacerte de Harry —se burló su amiga—. Es tu amigo de la infancia. ¿En serio vas a dejar que se vaya solo a otra escuela? —Es solo otra preparatoria en esta ciudad. ¿Qué tan lejos podría estar? —dijo Lena sin ganas—. Ya me harté de que siempre esté cerca de mí. Solo quería distanciarme de él. Me quedé parado frente a la puerta un largo rato ese día, antes de decidir darme la vuelta e irme. Sin embargo, en la solicitud de transferencia, en lugar de escribir Preparatoria Haleswood, anoté el nombre de la escuela a la que mis padres querían que asistiera, la cual estaba en el extranjero. Parecía que todos habían olvidado que, desde el primer momento, Lena y yo pertenecíamos a mundos totalmente distintos.

Eu, Carla Medeiros, renasci no momento em que meu tio sofria os efeitos de um veneno do amor. Nesta vida, não me tornei seu antídoto, em vez disso, liguei para o grande amor da vida dele. Na vida passada, eu me apaixonei por meu tio sem laços de sangue, Wilson Serpa. Sabendo que ele havia sido envenenado, ignorei seu pedido para que eu ligasse para o seu grande amor e me tornei seu antídoto. Um mês depois, engravidei inesperadamente. Meu tio foi forçado a se casar comigo. No entanto, no dia do nosso casamento, seu grande amor, que havia viajado para o exterior para espairecer, foi sequestrada e assassinada. Antes de morrer, ela ligou para ele cento e noventa e nove vezes pedindo socorro. Mas meu tio, ocupado com a cerimônia, não atendeu a nenhuma das chamadas. Depois, ele ficou olhando para aquelas cento e noventa e nove chamadas perdidas, sem dizer uma palavra. No entanto, no dia em que dei à luz, ele me trancou no porão. Eu implorei para que me levasse ao hospital, mas ele apenas sorriu com maldade, observando-me morrer durante o parto, incapaz de dar à luz. Antes de morrer, a única coisa que o ouvi dizer foi: — Se não fosse por você ter engravidado, como eu teria sido forçado a me casar? E como eu não teria atendido às chamadas de socorro da Sófia? Você merece morrer... Quando abri os olhos novamente, eu voltei no dia em que meu tio foi envenenado.