Novel & Cerita The Pact Book

My grip on the book in my hand tightened, every instinct in me screaming at me to decline, to walk away, but the hopeful look in her eyes made it impossible. "I really shouldn't stay. I have to get back to something," I muttered, and she smiled, dragging my hand. She slid the book off the table to me and raised it to my face. "You can take this if you want." "There’s this fascinating section about how packs used to form blood pacts to strengthen their bonds. Did you know that some of them even shared mates to unify their territories?” I looked to her in surprise, and as if she was just realizing what her words had meant, she flushed uncomfortably.

“But this is how the world works. Stability equals trust. Trust equals investment.” “And investment,” I added dryly, “equals control.” He smiled slightly. “Now you’re getting it.” I held his gaze for a moment longer before rising from my seat. “I think we’re done here.” “Gabriel...” my father started. “I’ll consider what you said,” I interrupted, because that was what they wanted to hear. Not agreement, just compliance. It was enough to end the meeting, but not enough to settle anything. The Drive Home The city felt quieter that night, or maybe I just noticed it more when I was like that.

KAI'S POV The letter lay on my desk, its bold black lettering almost jeering at me. "Hartmann Enterprises," it said, the unmistakable invitation from none other than Michael Hartmann, one of Berlin's most powerful players. Or rather, from Zara and Michael Hartmann. Each time I thought of that proposal of partnership, the anger seemed to crawl up my neck in burning waves.

We all knew that despite the love and unions within our individual couples, we’d need to unite as one to take on the future. Thank you for reading BOUND BY A PROMISE. If you haven't read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina's story, or TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia's story, I hope you will. The next book in the Brutal Vows series is QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Rei and Jasmine's story.

After a few more words of small talk, she ended the call. She glanced around her home with a heavy heart, her thoughts tangled in a quiet storm. Then she retreated to her bedroom and began to pack. In the drawer lay a thick stack of love letters, albums of candid photos hidden in the cabinet, and journals filled with years of musings. Every single piece centered on one person—a man named Dominic Parker. Without hesitation, she threw them all into a box, carried it downstairs, and set it all aflame. Orange flames flickered and danced, crackling softly in the damp air. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind her broke her reverie.

"If you're really interested in your 'sister', why not book her again?" "What kind of person do you think I am?" I protested, my face flushed with anger. After drinking, Robert dropped me off at home. His suggestion kept echoing in my mind, and I wondered if I should book Eleanor again. However, I kept pushing the thought away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was my true desire, but I ended up logging into the coin auction website. Finding my previous purchase history, I saw that the same coin was still listed. A surge of anger washed over me as I realized Eleanor was still doing this. She actually lied to me! Impulsively, I booked the coin, desperate to see her face when she showed

So I doubted she would come now to help Luma. My siblings helped in the search, yet all leads ended in dead ends. The most annoying part wasn't her silence. It was the fact that she had disappeared with confidential documents -the Witch Non-Aggression Pact. A treaty signed between my pack and the southern covens. The only thing keeping the witches from overrunning our borders. Without it, my pack was exposed. Vulnerable. If those witches decided to attack, I wouldn't be able to stop them.

"Not at first. I thought it was real. I thought I was getting what I wanted. I thought I was finally getting what I deserved. I thought I was finally winning. I thought I was finally happy. I thought I was finally loved. I thought I was finally enough. I thought I was finally chosen. But then I found the paperwork. The payments. The instructions. Everything he orchestrated. Everything he planned. Everything he controlled. Everything he manipulated. Everything he destroyed. Everything he stole. Everything he took from us." She hands me a file. I open it. Bank transfers. Emails. Contracts. Everything is there. Every detail. Every lie. Every manipulation. Every betrayal. Every transaction. Ever

" I asked Harlow. She shook her head. "It's a whole lotta nothing," I said. "A silent side-piece to a male Alpha as his pretty, doting mate. Packs have Lunas to keep women in line with some false sense of power. It's all patriarchal bullsh*t, and I wasn't about to spend the next chapter of my life barefoot and pregnant while some guy called the shots.