Novel & Cerita The Pledge The Book

I said firmly. "Do you pledge to protect her, cherish her, and stand with her against all threats to your pack and bond?" "I do." "Do you pledge to be hers, completely and without reservation, for as long as you both shall live?" "I do." Elder Katrina turned to Ella. "Ella Morrison. Do you pledge to lead beside this man? To honor his judgment, trust his strength, and value his partnership in all things?" "I do," Ella said. Her voice was steady and clear.

Vincenzo exhaled slowly through his nose. “Bianca,” he said, turning back to me. “Do you understand what he’s offering?” “I do.” “Tell me,” he said. “In your own words.” I met his gaze without flinching. “He’s offering me a shield made of himself,” I said. “Not a cage. Not a leash. A declaration.” Vincenzo’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “And what does that declaration say?” “That anyone who touches me answers to him,” I replied. “And by extension, to you.”

“Do you pledge to fight for the pack, to stand up for the pack, and to guide the pack, at all times from now until forever?” “I do,” I repeated. The air between us was sparkling, now, twinkling like fireflies as Luna Carla and I spoke. It was electric, and it was beautiful. “I pledge to fight for the pack, to stand up for the pack, and to guide the pack at all times, from now until forever. To do so will be an honour,” I added.

The elders gazed at the scroll in hand. They seemed confused as to what it was. There was no recognition of the pledge in their eyes. However, the elderly female had stopped her initial declaration and demanded "Why do you have the Pledge with you?" "My father, King Warren passed it down to me," he answered. "Only two people have the right to activate that Pledge from plane Weode. The late King Warren and…" her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her.

He then faces the Alphas, and kneels in front of them. Michael held his hand out, and Jimmy placed his palm on top of Micheal's. "Do you Jimmy Treadwell, pledge yourself to me, Michael Knight, and Asher Thorn, as your Alphas?" "Yes, I pledge myself to you, Alpha Michael, and Alpha Asher, as my Alphas." "Do you pledge yourself to the River Thorn Pack? To be loyal to it, and protect it and its Alphas and Luna?" "Yes, I pledge myself to the River Thorn Pack. I pledge to be loyal to it, protect it and its Alphas and Luna!"

His face holds seriousness that seems foreign on his face, while his eyes have a hidden fire in them. As soon as Taylor steps forward, the others also nod in agreement with him. And the next thing I see, every one of them slices their palms and lets their blood drop on the ground. "We all pledge our loyalty to you. And we promise to fight beside you as we fight along with our Alpha." The room echoes these words as my heart swells with pride, looking at the people who I know can die for this club and Jarek. _________________________________________________________________

In that moment, I felt a pang of guilt from my earlier hesitation. “I owe you a debt Valerie, for the life of my mate and child. You're welcome to collect it anytime.” Alpha Draco spoke. A gasp left my parted lips. He was giving me a pledge. “I-it is my honour, Alpha Draco.” I whispered in astonishment, doing a little cursty. “As it is mine.” He replied. An Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in our world just handed me his pledge. It was an honor for any ranked wolf, no less me.

The crowd erupted into applause. After the applause died down, it was time for the ritual. The one where everyone had to write their name, stamp it with their blood, and pledge their loyalty. It was either than or get the fuck out of my empire and secretly…This blood pledge gives me all right to ruin you when you go against me. I took the paper, ready to finish the ritual. I pricked my thumb with a claw, intending to place my blood on the paper to seal it all. The moment I moved to do so, the door opened.

It was easy to yell at an arrogant billionaire Alpha but much harder to say no to a sweet old lady who sounded lonely. ​“I... I don’t know,” Natalie stammered. ​“Please?” Grand Luna pressed. “If you come and see me, I will personally make sure Ethan explains everything to you properly without shouting. And if you still want to leave after we have had tea, I will have my own driver take you wherever you wish. You have the word of the Grand Luna.” ​Natalie looked at Ethan. She can't trust him but she can definitely trust the old lady. Maybe a trial wouldn't hurt.

And then, with the kind of calm that came from choosing your own fate, Regan said: “I do.” The priest nodded. Then turned to her. “Do you, Zara Tunde, take this man…” The silence stretched. Zara’s lips parted slightly. She looked around once more. So many faces. So much expectation. Her fingers trembled again. Then her gaze returned to Regan. Not the boy who represented betrayal. Not the son of Chief Kareem. Just him. And softly — barely louder than a breath — she said: “…I do.” A pause. Then applause.