Page 2 of Octavius's Oath


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I slip them off quickly and dart to the side, my eyes roaming through the perimeter and searching for a better place to escape.

My lungs burn from lack of oxygen, yet I pay no attention to it, running even faster because my life depends on it.

I race toward the endless path leading to the massive gates that don’t have anyone guarding them. The empty road is my only hope now to catch someone’s attention and finally end this once and for all.

“Isla!” he calls again. The heavy footsteps echoing behind me let me know he’s chasing after me, intending to catch his latest prey and smear me in blood.

The man listens and belongs to no one, living by his own rules where gore and chaos thrive. His selfish desires force me to do whatever he pleases since his absolute power can't be challenged.

I reach the ground, rocks flying under my feet and digging into my skin probably drawing blood, but I don’t stop.

For stopping means death to my soul, and how can I give up without a fight?

“There is no escape from me, kitten!”

Shaking my head, I gasp while tears form in my eyes at the prospect of being caught by such a man, the images painted in my head each more depressing than the other.

The wind whooshes around me, plastering my dress against my legs and billowing my hair backward, all the while I stare at the gates, needing to reach them because it’s my only solace in this darkness.

I sigh in relief despite the exhaustion my whole body faces when three men step from under the shadows into the light. Their energy alone promises you suffering so strong you’d wish you were never born in the first place.

Halting my movements, I curl my toes into the asphalt.

Vicious hunters eager to sacrifice anyone and anything as long as it fits their selfish desires because they have no value for human life and play it however they see fit.

Everyone obeys their rules.

No one could ever stop them, and because I tried to…well…

One of them flips the lighter between his fingers while the other puts a cigarette in his mouth and leans closer to let him light it up, both seemingly bored and barely sparing me a glance.

Only one of them drills his green eyes into me, his blond hair caressed by the wind, and disgusting shivers wash over me as nothing but hate fills them.

The man despises me, and he makes no secret of that.

Finally snapping out of my shock, I spin around, ready to find another way, only to come to a full stop when I see him walking toward me wearing black jeans and rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt, emphasizing his muscled body and the deep veins on his forearms.

Dark hair covers his scarred cheek as his brown eyes sweep over me, possessiveness coating them. He comes closer, and with each step, the drumming of my heart intensifies. “Kitten, I think someone gave you the wrong directions.” His lips curve into a sinister smile while his eyes stay hollow, and fury practically emits from him, whispering about the retribution for my actions in the future. “The church is that way.” Finally, he reaches me, the tips of his shoes touching my bare toes. A gasp slips from my throat when he threads his fingers in my hair. Several pins drop around us when he pulls me to him, our chests bumping against each other’s and our gazes clashing. “Willing or not, kitten. Willing or not, you will become my wife tonight. After all, isn’t this what you wanted?”

I close my eyes at the sheer mockery in his tone, my fingers crumpling his shirt in my hold. The events from the past few months flash in my head like an endless kaleidoscope, not letting me rest.

No.

I never wanted this. I have no one but myself to blame, though.

All my choices led me to this moment.

When I have to marry the devil himself.

Because I made him break what he valued the most.

His oath.

CHAPTER ONE

“Obsessions are a dangerous addiction.

Ironically, in my case…

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