Shattered Vows Novel Harper And Ethan Novels & Stories

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

She stood at the edge of the collapsing void, torn between two impossible hells. Save him. Lose herself. Save herself. Lose him. “No…” she whispered. “There has to be another way.” The void cracked open beneath her feet. And suddenly— A hand seized her wrist. Alina’s head snapped to the side. Eva. Broken. Fragmented. Barely holding shape. But alive. “There is another way,” Eva whispered, voice glitching. “But it will cost you everything.” Alina swallowed. “Tell me.” Eva’s shattered face flickered.

With a roar, his eyes blazed, his wound fully sealed, his voice deep and twisted. And then, in a voice not entirely his own, he whispered: “The vow lives in me now.” Olivia’s blood turned cold. Rachel stepped back, eyes wide with terror. “He’s not just wounded. He’s becoming it.” Olivia froze, staring at him, torn between love and fear. What if Ethan was the vow now… How could she ever end it?

A tainted mate bond, and a heart torn to shreds. I took a deep sigh, staring hard at Ethan. "I was so busy kicking her out, I forgot the most important thing." Each word was deliberate. "Ethan Reed, I swear by the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever our mate bond, forever! You, and her," I spat, "get out of my house!" Ethan had his phone out, about to do something, but he froze when he heard my vow. He looked up at me, his golden wolf eyes wide with shock.

She clung to him "Papa!" He held her, rocking, tears falling into her hair. My heart ached love warring with hurt. Weeks passed. Headaches eased when I stopped forcing. Past stayed blank Adrian's face shadow. Name echo without meaning. No pull back. This life real. Ethan's love flawed, intense, sacrificial. One night, storm again. I woke gasping flash: rain, betrayal. Ethan held me. "Breathe."

They truly were a syndicate, where pulling one thread affected the whole. Harper took a sharp breath, not daring to burn bridges with Ethan just yet. "Ethan, my feelings for you are real, regardless of what happened between us six years ago, I truly wasn't scheming against you." Ethan didn't give Harper a chance to explain or express any desire to hear her out and hung up the call abruptly. Harper wanted to say more, but the line was already dead. With a deep-seated hatred coursing through her veins, Harper clenched her fists tighter, taking another deep breath.

“Once I mark you, we can fix everything!” “Get away from me!” A powerful, repulsive force erupted from my white wolf bloodline, throwing him back. “It’s too late, Ethan.” I raised my right hand to the sky, to the Moon Goddess. “I, Harper Moon!” “NO! HARPER, PLEASE! YOU’LL KILL MY WOLF!” Ethan screamed, covering his ears, trying to stop the irreversible oath. I ignored his pleas, just as he had once ignored my cries. “BY THE BLOOD OF THE WHITE WOLF AND THE NAME OF THE GODDESS! I REJECT YOU, ALPHA ETHAN BLACKWOOD, AS MY MATE!”

“Not even close.” “Noah’s coming back,” I warned. “Let go before you regret it.” He laughed again, the sound scraping over my nerves. “Noah’s just as screwed as the rest of us. He’s not coming back to save you.” I yanked at my arm, but his grip only tightened. “You ruined everything,” he said through gritted teeth. “Harper was mine. My life was perfect until you—” The front door swung open hard enough to slam against the wall.

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.

The gate between life and death. I clenched my fists. "No." Something deep within me—whether it was the spark of my soul or pure rage—exploded outward. The mirrors shattered once more. Ethan dropped to the floor, coughing violently, his body trembling. I didn’t wait. I grabbed his hand and whispered, “Don’t say a word. You hear me? Don’t finish the vow.” He looked at me, eyes dark and hazy, but wet with tears. “Alika… you saved me?”