Plighted Troth Novels & Stories

The room was filled with joy, warmth, and a love that no betrayal, no chaos, no darkness could ever destroy. I looked at Tristan, our hands still intertwined, our hearts still beating in rhythm, and whispered, “Five years from then, I never imagined we’d be here. Safe. Happy. And finally free.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Free. And together. Always. That’s the vow we made. Trapped in our vows, remember?” I smiled, letting the word linger, tasting the history, the struggle, the victory behind it. “Trapped in our vows,” I repeated. “Forever.”

Tomorrow would be our honeymoon, and I needed to be rested, even if my heart yearned to linger at this moment a little longer. Noah sulked, complaining that the game was rigged, and promised revenge in our next round. I couldn’t help but smile at his playful pouting as I drifted into my thoughts, watching the way his expression shifted from playful to contemplative. Despite the earlier turmoil, I felt a warmth blooming in my chest. This was what I had always wanted—a connection that ran deeper than just love, something that felt like home. We were building memories, layer by layer, and I was determined to hold onto this feeling, to let it grow.

Ortega said, "do you take Millie-Rose Harvey as your mate, your partner, your wife? Do you vow to protect her, honor her, and stand beside her in all things, for all your days?" "I do." Braham's voice was steady, certain. "Millie-Rose Harvey, do you take Braham Gothan as your mate, your partner, your husband? Do you vow to stand with him, trust him, and build a life together, for all your days?" "I do." My voice didn't shake. "The rings?" Leo stepped forward importantly, holding up the pillow. His little fingers fumbled with the ribbons for a moment, and I saw panic flash across his face.

"Even if it comes out of my life in a few months, I want it to be a mark of hope for the one I once was.” "Understand this once and for all, Suzy "he closes the fingers of our hands together, my covenant emerging between the rings. "My loyalty refers to what you did for me, and not what you promised you would do as soon as we agreed with the marriage. I'm saying that if you wait for a friend who serves as a shield for any problem you get into, I'll be there.”

Dax let out a low whistle. And the Alpha knelt. Link We called it the Phoenix Pact. Not just rebirth. Resurgence. It bound ten packs by oath, blood, and magic older than the moon. But as the last vow was spoken, I felt it—that tremor beneath the stone floor. A lie. One of them wasn’t true. And I’d find the traitor. Even if I had to tear this whole pact apart to do it. Lily Something was wrong.

I didn’t miss the small smile that played on his lips. “Now, you’ll both repeat after me. Say these words with your whole heart because it means so much more than you think, and it’s a direct summoning of the bond pact with the moon goddess.” Priya broke the tension. Lucian and I nodded repeatedly. 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.”

"Today is a sacred day, a day that the prophecy comes to pass. With the blessings of your majesties, I present this maiden as the mate of the princes and automatically the Luna of Southern Paw. The prophecy has been fulfilled." Cillian and I came up and stood by Rosalind's side. The queen supreme As the Priestess unveiled her, the elders bowed down their heads in supplication. There would be no trial, but a grand wedding.

“I am really glad, Lily. I am. It looks like things are finally starting to look up for you too.” I smiled at her shakily. “I am scared, Salome,” I confessed as I held the roses to my chest like a shield. “It always happens like this for me. The moment I start to believe in the good, I let my self be happy, and then…..something always comes along to spoil it. Something bad always happens.” She reached out and took my free hand and held on tightly. “Not this time,” she said earnestly, “this union is different. It is already ordained by the Moon Goddess herself. A mate bond is a sacred thing. Nothing and no one can spoil what she had put together.”

Your choice, his eyes said. I turned back to Noah. I placed my hand on his cheek. His skin was warm. “You were a prisoner,” I said, my voice growing stronger. “Now you are free. The past is gone. We start new.” I took his big hand and placed it over my heart, where the mate mark to Neal glowed. Then I reached for Neal’s hand and placed it over Noah’s. “We start together.” A powerful surge of energy, warm and golden, shot through the three of us where our hands touched. It sealed the vow. It sealed the triad.

Instead, I glared up at him, willing him to say something—anything—to break the tension. The elder continued, blissfully unaware of the charged exchange unfolding before him. “May their love and loyalty to each other be unbreakable as the mountains and as endless as the rivers.” I let out a sharp, cold laugh, a sound devoid of warmth or mirth. “Love? Loyalty? You mean, may Tristan's ownership of me be forever sealed,” I declared, my voice rising enough to carry across the gathered crowd, the weight of my words hanging in the damp air, challenging the very nature of the vows being spoken.