Vows For Him Novels & Stories

The priest asks whether we have come freely and wholeheartedly to give ourselves to each other. "Yes," Dorian and I say, in the same flat tone, at exactly the same moment. The sham of it settles in the room alongside the incense and the orchestral music and the cameras, and I file the absurdity of that question, directed at two people whose presence here is the direct product of coercion and family politics, under things I will process later when I am alone. The vows arrive. I gather everything I have. I hold his gaze. I keep my voice firm and I say the two words that seal it. I do not stumble. I do not whisper. I say them as a statement of intention because it is the only version of this I

His touch makes the sensitive nerves under my skin dance. "I, Alpha King Parish Adiran, take you, our light and our Queen. I swear by the very essence of my being, I promise you patience that outlasts Kingdoms, and devotion that will never fade. Should I fall from grace or rise to greater glory, know that the love of my immortal heart is bound to your beautiful soul, forever one." the Alpha states his vows. I feel the spot they marked me tinge. It's a strange feeling, both sensitive and lulling, and it grows as his brothers state the same vows.

He looked wounded, as if her words had struck somewhere deep. “I’m trying to give you a future,” he said, desperation creeping into his tone. “One where you have it all. And if you proceed with this wedding… I’ll give you my blessing to chase your dreams. Full-time. Modeling, Paris, New York—anywhere you want. I’ll make it happen.” Her expression contorted into something close to disbelief. “You’re trying to bribe me,” she whispered. “With my own dreams.” “I’m trying to find a middle ground!”

“The verse—‘first by breath, then blood, then vow.’ Breath I take to mean you must… find her. Speak to her. Remind her lungs of your name.” “I can do that.” “Blood,” he continued, reluctant. “I think it means you will bleed for her. Not metaphor. Not poetry.” I smiled without humor. “I was planning on it.” “And vow,” he finished. “You have vowed once already, in bed and in battle. This will be… other.” “I’ll learn,” I said. He bowed, studying my face like a map with too much wildfire drawn on it. “Try not to burn before you arrive.”

They were marching straight toward the elite world that had spawned them, armed with secrets, lies, and a shared hunger for vengeance. When they finally broke apart, breathless and flush with adrenaline, Theodore reached over and grabbed his discarded coffee mug, raising it in a silent toast toward the dark window overlooking the rain-soaked streets. "To the Bellweather family," Theodore said, his eyes glittering with cold promise. "May their charity be exceedingly generous." Adrian picked up his own glass, clinking it against Theodore’s with a sharp, echoing ring that cut through the silence of the loft. "And may they never see us coming."

"Will you vow to seek guidance from the spirits, to hear their wisdom, and to follow their will?" Alpha Wade took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the world around him. "I vow to seek guidance from the spirits, to hear their wisdom, and to follow their will," he said. "I will honor the spirits of the past, present, and future, and I will allow them to guide me on my path. I will not be swayed by fear or doubt, but will trust in the wisdom of the universe. This I swear, by the light of the moon and the power of the stars."

“I won’t kneel. I don’t do vows. But I will promise.” “Go on, then,” she said warily. He turned back to the crowd. “I promise to defend this pact with tooth and claw. I promise that if even one wolf under my banner harms a witch, I will make it right. I will end it.” He looked down at Anna. “And I promise to be hers. In blood. In breath. In battle. In peace.” Anna’s voice trembled as she reached for his hand. “And I promise to hold this fragile thing we’re building like a sacred flame. I won’t let it go out.”

he said, “I’ll protect you with everything I am. I’ll love you in ways that make no sense. I’ll never let anyone or anything touch what’s mine and you, Madeleine, are mine.” Adriano’s mouth twitched into half a smile. “And if anyone ever makes you cry—” he glanced toward the crowd, “It better be me, and only in the good way.” My jaw dropped, someone gasped and someone else muttered “Jesus Christ.” The priest cleared his throat loudly. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s my vow. I’m yours. You’re mine. And anyone who tries to mess with that will wish they’d never been born.” He squeezed my hand once.

But I won’t regret it, not when I am gaining my ultimate goal. Calmly, and with a voice far steadier than I feel, I repeat the phrases, grateful that noticeably absent is any reference to love, that at the very least the promises we are making are honest, not hypocritical. I will cherish, honor, and obey, in sickness and in health, until death. Still I am unprepared for the same vows being repeated in his strong, warm voice, with his eyes boring into mine as though he wants them branded on my very soul.

His smile was dazzling each time I saw it. I pushed back the lump in my throat to recite the vows I had practiced day and night since I had fallen for him. "Let my vow to you be this: I will never stray from you, my love will only grow. I will protect you from harm, love you for eternity. Let my voice guide you should you be lost and my wings carry you and keep you warm. With this vow, I give my heart, body and soul to you." It was his turn to push back tears as his smile grew.