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"We can switch the herbs, mess with the oils or something....I dunno. We just can't sit here and do nothing." I knew that. I knew that it was a dumb idea for us to wait for our incoming destruction, but I had no idea how to solve this problem. The Moon Vow was one of the most powerful, dangerous vows known to wolves. And it was for a reason. "You do know that we can't risk lying to the moon goddess, right?" Olivia said, her voice slightly trembling as her eyes darted between us. "We will be damned for all eternity if we dare utter a word of falsehood in that vow—"

The parchment is pale ivory in hue, with faint silver veins that shine only under the divine truth or mortal lie. The boundaries are inscribed in the script of runic oldspeech, a message interpretable by great scribes and scourgeborn enforcers only. The message itself is penned in the ink of blood taken from signers' bodies, and from a pen that is forged of the wing feather of a deposed god.Once signed, the agreement cannot be broken by magic, mortal agency, or divine intervention. Only death—inescapable and true—will render the agreement null.Some claim there is a "False Vowshroud", a duplicate that not only binds your life—it binds your bloodline, cursing descendants to the agreement.

I was questioned endlessly, but thanks to the bond with my wolf, I was able to lie convincingly. They didn’t believe me—why would they? But they had no proof, and more importantly, no right to treat me like a prisoner. I had played my part well, and it baffled me how foolish they were to think I would simply tell them the truth. The bond with one’s wolf was sacred in the werewolf realm, and by the decree of the Moongoddess, a wolf could never lie. But mine did. Somehow, I managed to deceive them, and it worked.

Dream on. "And by the way, the pregnancy was fake. I lied to you. What are you going to do about it? "Other than me, who else would even want a stray dog like you?" Wyatt trembled with rage. He raised his hand, ready to strike her. However, when he saw the fearless look on her face, his hand dropped to his side weakly. Yeah… what did he even have left now? The truth was, no one believed the Sterling family could recover anymore.

I knew I had betrayed his trust but the truth was going to come out someday - nevertheless. "He was my boyfriend," I replied, looking up at him. He stood still, shaken to the marrow. Then like a joke, his voice rippled out a devilish laughter. "Was? for how long?" He put in. "Three years." He laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are 24 years old and you do not act like the professional trained assassin that you are. How then will you be able to handle Tyler Skyler? Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be his secretary in our supposed revenge-plan and no one should know who you are?"

Every grain of light coming from the towering structure seemed to be a memory that slowly peeked into my mind. "I have no regrets," I said. "If I had to go unto it again, I'll gladly go back and do it all over again." I chuckled with the hint of sadness in me. The situation I'm at is enough proof that I didn't see this one coming. Because if I had seen it before, maybe it wouldn’t be this painful. “I do, Gael. I did, ” I said in the vast echo of remorse, and sadness. I know I that I vowed to be his wife, but I’m afraid that vow will remain unfaithful.

"I’ll give you anything you need, Isabella. But you have to choose." Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, seeing the passion, the sincerity, the intense emotion behind his proposal she was left with so many unanswered questions. Was it a deception? Or could it have been the truth? She glanced down at the letter again, the weight of it nearly intolerable. Alexander’s treachery. The falsehoods. The power. And now, Lucian’s offer was as risky as it was tempting. "Choose, Isabella." Lucian’s voice was low and powerful

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

She was prepared for this confrontation. “Yes. I want you to falsify the paternity test. The whole world needs to believe that Regan Kareem is the father of this baby, and I need your help to make that happen.” He froze. There were many things he had seen and heard in his years as a private physician—secrets, family dramas, hidden affairs—but this… this was different. This was calculated deception. And it was dangerous. “That’s illegal, Imani. Completely unethical,” he said slowly, trying to maintain composure. “You’re asking me to risk my license, my career, everything—”