If I had known reading Blood & Vows would land me in the middle of its plot, I would have thrown it across the room the moment the male lead showed up.
Not because it was badly written. Oh no. It was too well-written — all rich, dangerous men and forbidden pheromones, Omega heroines with steel in their spines, and betrayals so sharp they could cut your breath short.
The plot went like this:
Lucien D’Aramond — the untouchable, Enigma mafia-CEO who controlled half the world’s luxury markets and underground networks — meets Isabella Moretti, a sweet but clever Omega, and becomes obsessed. He woos her in ways only he could: with power, intimidation, and a touch of seduction that blurred into possession. Meanwhile, Sebastian Cross — the Alpha villain — spirals into obsession over Isabella too, leading to a blood feud.
And me? Adrian Vale? In the original story, I was a charming side character who existed to attend galas, drink expensive wine, and accidentally get shot at a party.
I had no intention of letting that happen.
..The day after the gala, I found myself in my new apartment — a penthouse overlooking the city, all glass walls and quiet wealth. I was halfway through planning my “don’t die” strategy when my phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: Lunch. 1 PM. Le Chandelier. — L
I stared at the text.
L. As in Lucien. As in the man who stared at me last night like I was both a puzzle and a possession.
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