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It was like a double blow for her. Audric's voice cut through the air like a blade. "Where the hell are you, babe? It's our damn wedding!" his face contorted with pain as tears fell like raindrops. "The hell are you talking about? Ivony? Ivony! Bullshit!" He erupted. Audric's siblings and Lucas tried to hold him back, but Audric's strong body and height made it hard to calm him down. She couldn't handle it any longer and gathered the courage to approach him.

All the promises of love and loyalty were just mere words, without any meaning or weight. The weight of broken promises and forsaken vows pressed down on her heart. She had dared to dream that someone might truly understand her, flaws and all, but reality whispered a harsher truth. Past rejections resurfaced, intertwining with the fresh wound of Iden's betrayal, weaving a tapestry of solitude and uncertainty.

Chapter 138 – The Shattered Star’s Reckoning The shattered star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its jagged fragments a constellation of broken light, each shard a scream of betrayal that tore through the void, casting jagged shadows that danced with malice. Jessica reeled in the collapsing abyss, her golden glow a dying ember, her hollowness a howling wound, slashed open by Echo’s venomous accusation “You let me die” her childhood friend’s blade gleaming as it arced toward her heart. Malric’s hydra, a fusion of every weaver’s wrath Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia loomed, its threads weaving a cage of

“Ivy,” Aiden muttered against her lips, his voice low and dripping with affection. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted.” Her chest stung at his words, his betrayal cutting deep into her but she couldn't look away. Her heart shattered and the room spun. “What?!” She shrieked the glass in her hand slipping and scattering on the ground. She froze in her tracks as she looked at the sight before her. The faint sound of music and laughter from the engagement party faded into nothing as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

I wasn’t just breaking things, I was smashing the life we had built together, a life that was now nothing more than a lie. By the time I stopped, the living room was in shambles. Glass shards littered the floor, photo frames were broken and scattered everywhere, and the walls looked bare, stripped of the happy memories that had once filled them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, hands trembling, as the adrenaline drained from my body.

Just fate. And the vows? I won’t wait for the priest to speak. I won’t let her lie through a smile as she promises herself to someone else. My vows will be whispered into her mouth as she gasps. As she shakes. As her hands claw at my back and her lips part with breathless devotion. I will vow to take her again and again. To keep her. To ruin her. I will speak them into her until she’s sobbing and clinging to me, lost and remade.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning. And I wasn’t done writing it yet.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

This bond was an ancient and unbreakable lycan vow that carried death for betrayal. "Break your promise and die" I threatened, smirk widening, my voice a velvet blade. His blood was warm against mine, the wounds already healing, the pact sealed. Kade’s face was a picture of splintered fury, fire raged within his eyes, but he kept himself immobile, his strength bound by the knowledge of what I could do. He knew I would kill him without batting an eyelid, my claws through his heart before he could blink. The hall fell silent, the crackling of the fire inaudible, the carved wolf heads leaning closer, witnesses to his defeat. I stepped back, relaxed but predatory in demeanor, surveying him, asse