The Pact The Book Novels & Stories

Even the air felt heavier, thicker, as if sound itself had been swallowed. We dismounted in silence, each of us taking in the desolation around us. “This place reeks of old blood,” Elyra said under her breath. I nodded. “It should. This was where the great packs first waged war. The Blood Pact that shaped our kind was signed here—on top of centuries of betrayal and murder.” Damien stepped toward the central ruins, where a shattered stone temple leaned precariously to one side. “Where’s the entrance?”

My eyes are starting to turn black but I tried to remove Janine’s hand on my hair when she pulled me again to make me stand up. I tried to fight and stay away to Janine but I’m slowly getting weak to fight her. My hands are trembling already and all I can hear is Shia and Tacia’s screams. After a second, I already felt my knees on the floor as my eyes went totally black. *** Paul’s POV “I’m working with another song but I left my notebook in my condo, I’ll let you read it once I bring it,” I spoke to Josh and Aeron.

The ones who knew all hoped there would not be a true attack. I knew that relied a great deal on me to help prevent and of course Gorm. With encouragement, the Alpha had allowed more information to go to Gorm with him now being allowed to read books written by our back that showed him the growth our pack had because of the many types of wolves in it. The hope was if Gorm would see the progress in our pack he would slowly move to our side. With the groundwork laid out I had laid out an elaborate plan for when I did go see Gorm hopefully today that he would be more willing to help us.

CHAPTER ONE SARAH'S POV Life is never fair, and In this Game of living, it was already leading me two to nothing. I am a girl who has no mother, no father, No grandparents, no aunt or uncle, no one. But myself, living in this cruel world. working my ass off everyday and still, I could barely put food on the table for myself I pulled out the last box from the apartment and when I turned, My eyes met with the sad face and puffed eyes of Celine, my very good neighbor

Note; This is the sequel to a book, "The Pact" Read that first before this one for better understanding!! SELENE POV Drip! Drip! Drip! I watched the rain roll down the glass of my car, slow and steady. My eyes kept following the trails it left behind, before moving to another bubble of water. It's getting so close to August, so whatever rain we see now, is a lucky one. We should be out of it by now, whilst enjoying the summers.

Now I see that my nephew has finished what I started. He approached Dante. Welcome home, nephew. The real home. The Pact That night, the Morettis signed a pact. It wasn't a pact of power, but of peace. The dirty dealings would be left behind. Those who wanted to remain within the law would have the support of the others. Those who didn't... would be left out. Dante signed first. Elena watched him, her heart full. When he finished, Antonio approached her. Your sister would be proud.

He’s to be tried tomorrow. “This is treason,” he says. “Against the Council. Against order.” “The Council is dead,” Syra says. “You killed it when you sold kids. We’re building something new.” That night, we name it. Not Council. “Pact,” Rook says. He’s sitting with the other kids, learning letters. “Not Council. Council sounds like old men talking. Pact sounds like promise.” “The Luna’s Pact,” Alaric says. “Twelve packs. One law. No collars.”

The words landed differently than I expected. An Alpha Pact was not a handshake. It was not a promise, not in any sense that the word carried in ordinary usage. It was an ancient rite threaded back to the founding wolf, the first of their kind, the original blood from which every Alpha line descended, and it had teeth. Real teeth. Breaking an Alpha Pact did not simply dissolve the agreement. It unraveled the wolf who had made it, slowly and without mercy, until there was nothing left but the echo of what they had sworn and failed to keep.

My gaze stayed locked on Lyra’s. “This is not a union for entertainment,” I said coldly. “This is survival. A pact sealed in blood. Nothing more.” For the briefest flicker, her eyes hardened. But just as quickly, she masked it with a demure tilt of her head. “As you say, Alpha.” I knew what she was doing. Testing me. Measuring the boundaries of the cage we were both about to step into. I hated it already. The formalities ended soon after, with both packs acknowledging the pact. Darius, smug as ever, declared a feast to celebrate the “dawn of peace.” I had no appetite for such charades.

I reached across the table, taking Quinn's hand in mine, and she didn't pull away. "Let's make a deal, Quinn," I said, my voice low and husky. "Let's make a pact to create something truly unforgettable, something that will leave a lasting impact on the world. And in return, I'll give you complete access to my life, my empire, and my desires." Quinn's eyes locked onto mine, a spark of excitement igniting within them. "What kind of pact?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I smiled, my eyes never leaving hers. "A pact of trust, Quinn. A pact that requires you to surrender to me, to trust me completely, and to follow my lead. Are you willing to take that leap of faith, Quinn?"