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“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body. I used to believe in vows. I used to dream of the day it would come. How happy and peaceful I’d be with whoever man I’d be lucky to end up with. Julian was the only guy who came close to filling that mysterious man’s face. But even in my dreams, his face was only a blur. Just a by-product of my whimsical thoughts. This man in front of me managed to take all that away from me in just days. Here I was on my wedding day and I couldn’t be more miserable.

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.

The priestesses gathered around Olivia again, forming a perfect circle. Zara raised her hand. White fire spun between her fingertips. “To join forces with the Pact, you must take the Red Moon Vow.” Olivia nodded. “I’m ready.” “You are not,” Eun-Ji whispered. “No one is.” Zara continued. “The vow requires blood, breath, memory, and truth. If you break the vow, you die. If you fail the vow, you die. If the Widow takes you first…” Her eyes flicked to Ethan. “Then he dies.”

The preamble read: This compact is made between the vampire court of the Citadel and the wolf pack assemblies of this realm in the understanding that the strength of both depends on the good faith of their relationship, that good faith requires honest communication rather than managed distance, and that the world is better served by what we build together than by what either of us could protect alone. Elder Voss, who had stayed to observe the drafting process, read the preamble when Lena shared it and said: "That will hold." "How can you tell?" Lena asked. "Because it doesn't ask anyone to be other than what they are," Voss said. "Compacts that require people to pretend to be better than the

"Trash like you cheating in marriage… You won’t get a cent of his money!" Mr. Grant boomed in a righteous voice, "Adulterous scum must leave with nothing!" "Divorce her! The Grants won’t tolerate this filth!" I lifted my head. A wall of faces surrounded me, towering above, condemning me like a jury. My throat clogged with tears I couldn’t release. When I bit down hard, copper flooded my mouth. My voice was hoarse as I said, "Leave with nothing? Sure! Divorce? Fine!"

A single sheet bore the mark I’d seen carved into the cages where my children had been kept: a circle of teeth swallowing a crescent. “They called themselves The Hollow Creed,” Marek whispered. The name fell like a body in deep water ripples of dread. Recce stirred. He didn’t need words to tell me what that mark meant. The Hollow Creed knelt to the wolf, not the Moon. I pictured altars, rites that made obedience holy, men offering flesh as devotion. “They believed the wolf was god,” Recce said. “That blood proved truth, not consequence.” “Fanatics,” Olivia murmured. “From the old wars?”

“And I’m not the one who razed a fortress to claim a woman who stopped being his the second he turned her into a target.” Alessia saw the flinch ripple across Dante’s face. “You don’t know anything about us,” he said coldly. The woman smiled thinly. “I know she loved you. And you used that to break her.” Alessia stepped between them. “Enough.” Dante lowered his gun—slightly. “Alessia, we don’t have time for riddles. That vault isn’t just a myth. It holds the contracts. The original blood oath between our families.”

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Zane Blackwood and Sera Voss in holy matrimony. Marriage is a sacred covenant, a bond not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, in the fear of God and in the joy of love. Today, these two stand before us to pledge their lives to each other…” The words echoed off the vaulted ceilings, filling the space with an air of inevitability. I barely heard them. I couldn’t focus nor breathe. I could only stare at their joined hands, the fragile symbol of a future that wasn’t mine, and feel the agony of every heartbeat echoing against the hollow space inside me. My thoughts spun in frantic circles. Every vow spoken, every phrase a

I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime. That night, Delilah started unwrapping our gifts. When she got to Amara's, she found not only a check inside but also a note. It read, "Ry, I'll wait for you forever." After reading it, I tore both the note and the check and tossed them into the trash. Delilah asked why I threw it away. It was still someone's well-wishes, after all. But I just said, "Delilah, you're the only one in my heart right now. If there are weeds around, they need to be completely pulled out."