Ashen Oath - A Forced-Bond Paranormal Romance with an Alpha Protector #979649

She woke on the council floor with a blade in her hand and a dying lord beside her. Her ash-signature was burned into the stone. A witness had already named her. The only man who believed she was innocent was the one who had just released her throat.
Mira Vale has no memory of the attack.

She has the blade. She has the scorch mark shaped like her own signature on the council floor. She has the testimony of Lady Selene Morcant, who stood at the chamber door and described watching Mira strike Lord Naedran Veyr — the peace architect whose summit had brought the realm's oldest enemies to the same table for the first time in living memory — with enough detail and enough tears to convince a hall full of frightened officials before anyone thought to ask a second question.
She has none of the minutes that matter.

Given Ashmoor arrives through the Omberhall doors with grief burning so white behind his eyes it barely looks like rage. He is Naedran's alpha protector. The wolf House Veyr sends into rooms when negotiation has failed and war has not yet begun. Mira knows him by the way the chamber recoils before he reaches the center of it. He crosses to her in a blur, and what he says when he has her against the pillar is the quietest thing spoken in the hall all morning.
What did you do.
Not a question. A reckoning without punctuation.

He releases her only because someone points out that killing the accused before the evidence is examined might destroy the peace Naedran came here to build.
Then the council invokes the Ashen Oath.

An ancient binding designed for accused criminals and the protectors assigned to contain them. One year, one bond, one investigation. Given cannot harm her. She cannot run. The oath runs between them like a wire neither of them wanted, transmitting grief she did not cause and rage she has not yet earned the right to correct.
It was designed to make her guilt easier to prove.
It will make the truth impossible to hide.

Because someone staged the Omberhall. Someone grief-bound the witness. Someone placed the blade in Mira's hand and her signature on the floor and arranged the scene with the patience of a person who had done it before, with other names, in other chambers, and called the results stability.
Mira did not attack Lord Naedran Veyr.
She was brought there to be found beside him.

The question is by whom. The answer runs deeper than one council chamber, deeper than one peace summit, deeper than one missing hour of memory. It runs beneath the Emberhall itself, into an undercroft where old law waits in the dark, and where the ash-crown that could reshape the realm has been waiting for exactly the bloodline it just framed.
Given Ashmoor does not trust her. The oath does not ask him to. It only requires that he investigate honestly, and honest investigation, it turns out, is more dangerous to the people who staged this than any accusation Mira could make alone.

For readers who want their forced-bond romances built on the slow, grudging work of earning someone's belief, their heroines framed for crimes they can prove they didn't commit, their alpha heroes made to choose between grief and justice and finding they are not actually opposites, and their love stories built in the space between a bond that was imposed and a choice that was freely made.

Standalone paranormal romance. Part of The Moonveil Pack Series. For adult readers. Contains themes of political conspiracy, grief, and institutionalised power.