The alpha's cursed vow

on, waiting for the inevitable. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a dim light over the stage of Seraphina Vale's death. It was a cruel irony that this was her final dawn, and the

matted strands around her face, a stark contrast to the calm resolve she wore on the outside. Her heart beat fiercely in her chest, but th

er to see her perish for the sake of their so called safety. She had known this

ed of her lineage with awe and fear, now looked at her with nothing but disdain. "She is the last of the Vale witches," the high priest proclaimed, his voice booming through

ed with venom. But just as the torch was about to be set to the wood at her feet, a voice, deep and commanding, cut through the air. "Stop." The crowd stilled, turning as one to the source of the interruption. Seraphina's breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat. From the mist that seemed to roll in with the morning came a figure. Tall, dark, and powerful. His presence alone made the air thrum with energy,

, and his ruthlessness was well-known. The very mention of his name made the bravest men tremble. But what did he want wit

eat to our people. Her execution is" "I know what she is," Dorian interrupted,

s heart dropped. *What did he mean, 'she is mine?' Before anyone could react, Dorian stepped closer, his eyes fixe

ike an invisible force she couldn't escape. The air around them seemed to thrum with energy, something ancient and primal. And then, without warning, it hit

u have no power over me," she spat, her voice harsh, filled with

y, but with an unmistakable edge of command. "You are mine." Something inside Seraphina shattered, and she staggered back, the silver chains

er under. "Don't you dare touch me," she hissed, the words strangled in her throat, her body trembling. The strength of the bond made her sick. "I won't be your prisoner." Dorian stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze pinning her where she stood. His aura enveloped her like a dark storm, and she could feel his resolve, unyielding and absolute. "You don't have a choice," he murmured, his voice like molten steel. "You are mine, Seraphina. Forever." The chains around her wrists

mprehend the turn of events. The high priest was the first t

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I just did." Seraphina's heart was still racing, her entire world spinning out of control. The firewood at he

ut as Dorian leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, she could see the flicker of something darker in