Godfather's Sacrificial Bride

The day I handed over my life, I was wearing a white wedding dress. I was the only daughter of the Blood Hounds. But my father, Hound, saw me as nothing more than a bargaining chip for peace. He sent me straight into the clubhouse of our deadliest rivals—the Iron Reapers. The man who took me in was Bones, the road captain of the Iron Reapers. Around here, everyone said he was the kind of man who could take a life between two heartbeats. When I put on the wedding ring that was never meant to belong to me, I made myself a promise. I would melt the heart that had been forged from iron. But later, I found him in the cemetery behind the clubhouse. He was kneeling in front of an empty grave—one that had never held a body—pouring an entire bottle of whiskey into the dirt while repeating a woman’s name over and over again. Her name was Delilah. Everyone said she had died a year earlier, sacrificing herself for the club. Back then, I thought she was nothing more than a dead woman from the past. A ghost that could no longer hurt anyone. I never imagined that one year later, she would come back alive. Six months pregnant. She pointed at her stomach and told everyone: The child was Bones’. I…

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