All Chapters of My Vow: To Kill The Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zelda's POV I slept through the entire flight. Twelve hours, seat 14A, silk mask over my eyes and my noise-canceling headphones doing God's work blocking out the world. Dark lo-fi, the kind with no lyrics and too much bass, the kind that makes your brain go quiet whether it wants to or not. Four years. Four years of grey skies and university libraries and a city that didn't know my name or my nature. Four years of being just a girl, just Zelda, forensic criminology student. Four years of living in the UK had turned me into a professional at disappearing into myself. I was good at it. Arguably my best skill. A gentle tap on my shoulder pulled me back. I pushed the mask up. A flight attendant was smiling down at me with the particular expression of someone who was professionally kind and also needed me to leave. "Miss. We've landed. You're one of the last passengers on board." "Sorry. Yeah. I'm going." I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. I wasn't graceful about

I didn't sleep. I don't think I was capable of it. I sat on the wet grass beside my parents' graves until the rain stopped and the sky turned that cold, flat grey that comes before dawn, and then I just... kept sitting. My clothes were soaked through. My hands were still caked with dirt from the digging. Around me was a skeleton of blackened walls and collapsed roof where my childhood used to be. I watched the sun come up over the ruins of my house. I felt absolutely nothing. And then I felt absolutely everything. And then nothing again. Grief, I was discovering, doesn't arrive in a straight line. It comes in waves that knock you flat, and then it retreats just long enough for you to stand up, and then it comes back. I stood up. Not because I was ready. Not because I felt strong or certain or any of the things you're supposed to feel when you make a decision that changes your life. I stood up because my mother was dead and my father was dead and the only name I had was Alph

I made a decision in the space of half a second. "I need a pack," I said. The lie came out easy, which probably should have worried me. "I'm a werewolf. No pack, no territory. I'd heard of Alpha Drakan.. his reputation travels. I thought.." I let the sentence hang deliberately, like someone embarrassed by their own hope. "I thought maybe there'd be a place here." I couldn't exactly tell them the truth. Oh hello, yes, my parents were murdered last night, someone connected to your dead Alpha did it, and I came here to find out who and make them deeply regret it. That conversation ended with me face down in the dirt before I found a single answer. So. A packless wolf looking for a home. Simple. Believable. Completely false. The three of them exchanged glances, that silent communication that wolves in established packs do so naturally it looks like telepathy. Something passed between them. A decision. The one in the centre looked back at me. "Follow us," he said. --- *Meanw

He put his hands behind his back. Looked at me. The silence stretched for just a moment, that particular kind of silence that belonged to someone who was used to people filling it nervously and was perfectly comfortable waiting to see if I would. I didn't. "Your name," he said. "Zelda." I held his gaze. He had no right to it but I gave it anyway. He looked at me for a moment longer. "What are you," he said. Not who. What. "A spy?" "No." "Did a pack send you here?" His eyes didn't move from mine. "To gather information. Watch our borders. Report back." "No." "So." He crossed his arms. "Who are you?" The urge hit me so fast it almost had a sound. My fingers actually twitched. I wanted to reach across the space between us, wrap my hand around his heart and pull and watch the shock on that pretty face when he realised what was happening. Instead I breathed. "I'm not a spy, Alpha." My voice came out soft. Almost bored. Like the accusation was beneath me. "If I w

Damir's POV The night air was cold up here. Good. I needed cold. I stood at the edge of the rooftop with my hands braced against the railing and my eyes on the dark tree line of Vordheim and my mind somewhere I couldn't drag it back from no matter how hard I tried. Didn't she feel it? That was the question that had been sitting in my chest since I walked out of that hospital room. I had felt the bond hit me like a physical thing, still felt it, like a coal that refused to go out, and she had just stood there. Looking at me like I was mildly inconvenient at best. Either she hadn't felt it. Or she had felt it and was phenomenally good at pretending otherwise. I didn't know which one bothered me more. I had spent years telling myself I didn't care about a mate. That the bond was a complication I didn't need. That I was fine, better than fine, without it. I had meant every word of it at the time. I wanted every word of it back now. I exhaled slowly. "Alpha." I tur