Novel & Cerita The Pact

"A while ago I signed a deal in blood with Axel and his father. The consequences of breaking it would have been death. Both of them know that. If I manage to convince the former Alpha to come with me when meeting Axel, then we can sign another pact. A pact of truth. If I would do it alone, Axel would still think that you told me lies and I believed them. But if his father, who hates me, comes with me and tells his story too, he won't have a reason to think it's all bullshit." "A pact of truth? Have you gone mad too? Even if, by some miracle, Axel signs it, the former Alpha would rather die. And for a good reason! Those pacts are forbidden! The smallest lie and you die. Did your Alpha actuall

After Rob’s statement and Alpha Amber’s reaction, it was evident that Rob’s fears would come true. “A blood pact is only broken if the signatory goes back on HIS word DELIBERATELY and the laws of the supernatural world will decide the punishment based on the true intentions of the culprit party. Hence, your fears of breaking the pact by mistake stand null and void. If I may add then there will be greater transparency on the part of both the signatories,” I counter pointed as I tried to bring the tide back to our favour. “It is still a NO. We will not sign a peace treaty based on a blood pact but I can sign your paper right here and right now,” the Alpha claime

Someone else was pulling the strings, someone higher up in the Pact. The Pact was structured like a ladder, seven ranks in total, each one granting more power and control. At Rank 6, you were given access to the women deemed “failures.” These women were no longer seen as people—they were property, auctioned off to the highest bidder by those with the authority to oversee the transactions. But Mark was only Rank 4. He didn’t have that kind of reach. If Mark was planning to sell Sky, it meant someone at Rank 6 or higher was backing him. That explained why he hadn’t turned me over to the Pact’s offic

“I’m a leader forged by loss and fire.” Uneasy glances rippled. Dylan scanned the room—silent, but alert. His presence carried weight not earned through inheritance, but war. Suddenly, the Russian slammed his fist down. “What guarantee do we have this pact won’t crumble at the first test?” I said nothing at first. Then drew a gleaming dagger, the blade catching the last rays of sun. “This is a blood pact.” I sliced my palm, letting crimson drop onto the metal. One by one, they followed.

“Really Blakeley? Really?” Alex snapped as he turned to her. “What? I had to do what I had to do. He fucking changed the deal because you guys walked in.” She replied. “There is a party tonight if you have forgotten. I need it to my advantage.” She said and he scoffed. “Of course, this is all a game to you. It is all about power. Our children were in here.” “And nothing happened to them.” She replied and rolled her eyes. Alex suddenly grabbed her arm roughly and held it.

“Let’s make a pact.” Lyra blinked. “A pact?” “Yes.” Talia held out her hand. “When we take over our packs, Stormfall and Bloodpine, we’ll make things better. We’ll stop the fighting. We’ll stop the hatred. We’ll… I don’t know. Try something different.” Lyra stared at her hand. A pact between future leaders of rival packs. It was reckless and naive. And yet… Lyra placed her hand in Talia’s. “Okay,” she said. “It’s a pact.”

They sat side-by-side, their shoulders touching, but their souls were miles apart. "Elena," Alexander said, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. "When this is over... when Sterling is gone and Celine is dealt with... what happens to the Pact?" Elena looked at the silver ring on her finger—the one Alexander had given her when they were "Empress and King." "The Pact died in the fire at Lake Brienz, Alexander," she said. "If we survive this, there won't be two houses. There will only be the family we choose to keep."

Guard would never tolerate anyone to take Reader from him. "My place is with you," Reader agreed quietly before darting a glance at Guard, "We remain together on this world? Pact?" Guard stilled at the request. Pacts were sacred vows among the Zen. No one broke a pact without the reason falling to death or disaster. Guard and Reader had made a pact to always choose each other when a choice was to be made for companionship. Reader had thought their pact did not apply when it came time to load Guardian. Guard knew he would not be in the lift moving to consult with Security were Reader not at his side.

He said. Alpha Marcus and his Beta exchanged quick glances, and with eyes narrowed, Beta Richard asked, “What do they want?” Murphy hesitated before he began to speak, “They're claiming that our pack's ancestors made a pact with theirs, trading land for protection. But our pack never upheld their end of the bargain.” “Pact? What is he talking about?” Beta Richard asked Alpha Marcus, who was looking confused. Alpha Marcus’ brow furrowed. “What pact? I have never heard of anything like that. What pact are you talking about?” Alpha Marcus asked.

I watched, heart racing, as he pulled out a small foil packet. "Always prepared?" I teased, trying to mask my nerves with bravado. He grinned, all roguish charm. "Boy scout motto." I laughed, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. It felt good to laugh, to let go of the tension, if only for a moment. He stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. "Last chance to back out," he murmured. I looked into his eyes, searching for... something. Reassurance? Permission? I wasn't sure.