The Pledge The Book Novels & Stories

“I’ll be working alongside you, Alpha. The roles might be different than I originally hoped for, but it isn’t quite as painful as it could have been.” He stood, walking around the desk towards me. He knelt in front of me, taking my hand. “Alpha, I promise I will not let anything in the past hinder my ability to support you in bringing the pack into the future. I pledge my life to you, I will support you without fail, and defend you, yours and ours from any threat.” He bowed his head. “I hope you can accept my pledge, Alpha.” “I accept your pledge, Beta Nathaniel.” He stood, giving me a small smile, using his grip on my hand to pull me to my feet. I met his eyes, giving him a small smile. Thi

“Our mate doesn’t.” “We haven’t even given him the opportunity to know us.” Theia argues. “We haven’t even been around him. Allowed to bond and be close. To mark one another.” “The book.” The thought strikes me like lightning. I pull the book out of my hiding space. Small gold lettering appears on the cover. “The Covenant of the Coven.” I read aloud. I open the book to the cover page and read. “Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself!

This was more than a vow—it was a bond that couldn’t be broken. Alpha Dominic’s eyes were intense as he continued. “I pledge my loyalty to the Alpha, the pack, and its future, from this day until my last.” “I pledge my loyalty to the Alpha, the pack, and its future, from this day until my last,” I said, feeling the weight of every word settle into my bones. This was my pack now. This was my family.

“That's why I made it. To prove to her that I’m innocent.” It was rare for anyone to make a pledge like this. Even pack members didn’t. At most, they would pledge their allegiance to the Alpha and Luna. Not a promise to protect at all costs. It took a great deal to make the pledge and a whole lot more to keep the pledge. I just hope that he was doing it for the right reason.

Here is the vial, our blood it holds. • Pledge of Adherence: I pledge thee to this institution. I hereby declare the allegiance to the institution of the Death Legion. The above statement is our pledge for life. We will do it in the best of our ability. Our bond is eternal, it can never break, it will not falter. We are the Death Legion and it is peace we bring.

“You spell it like leash.” Threads pour from Oathkeeper’s palm—clauses knotted to cut. Heat surges in me; my tongue reaches for curses I don’t respect. The pulse hits soft, close. The cords hesitate. I shove my flame where it has wanted to go since the first page turned: Into the book. Ink blisters and screams. POV: Oathkeeper Vows do not scream. Vows obey. I have kept the Ledger since God thought obedience was how kindness stood up straight. I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget.

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

Moving like a ghost, he drifted through the room, his fingers brushing over the things she had once touched. He shut himself inside that hollow house, severing every tie to the world, refusing to see a single soul. … The next day, Bluemoon Group's executives gathered outside Ryder's door, knocking one after another. Ezra's voice carried through the heavy wood. "Alpha Ryder! The company is in crisis! The stock has plunged by 30%! We need you to make a decision!" Another voice broke in. "Alpha Ryder! The other packs are calling for war! They claim we've broken the treaty!"

The Foster Group's stock nosedived, plunging the century-old empire into its greatest crisis yet. Police scoured the city for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. Some whispered he had gone mad. Others claimed he was already dead. I tilted my head back toward the sky and whispered to my child, "You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Mommy has avenged you." However, as I was about to board my flight out of Westbridge, a hand clamped around my wrist. The touch was both familiar and foreign. Dread coiled in my stomach.

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.