Semua Bab His Broken Vow: Bab 91 - Bab 100

At first, it had been subtle—a flicker of unease beneath the haze of alcohol and pulsing music. But now, as Luke’s grip tightened around her wrist and his tone sharpened into something unrecognizable, that unease turned into something far more dangerous.Fear.Real, sharp, undeniable fear.He dragged her through the crowd with a force that no longer felt protective or urgent—it felt possessive. Controlling.Wrong.Bella stumbled, her heels slipping slightly against the polished floor as she tried to keep up. “Luke, you’re hurting me,” she protested, her voice swallowed by the pounding bass.He didn’t slow down.Didn’t even glance back.“I told you to stay where you were,” he snapped, his jaw clenched, his earlier warmth completely gone. “Why can’t you just listen?”Her brows pulled together in confusion. “Why are you talking to me like that?”That was when he lost it.His free hand slammed against the wall beside them, the sharp crack making Bella flinch. “Do you have any idea what ki

Bella’s breath stuttered as Marcus stepped closer, the dim crimson light slicing across his face and revealing the madness simmering beneath his skin.His eyes were no longer just bloodshot.They were fevered.Obsessed.Hungry.“Do you even understand,” he began, his voice thick, unsteady in a way that made her stomach churn, “how long I’ve waited for this?”Bella pressed harder into the glass wall behind her, as if she could somehow disappear into it.Every nerve in her body screamed at her to move—to fight—but her limbs felt heavy, her strength drained by fear, exhaustion, and the alcohol still clouding her senses.Marcus exhaled slowly, dragging his gaze over her like he was memorizing every inch.“I almost had you once,” he muttered. “Back in the forest… do you remember?”Bella’s heart lurched.“I was going to take you that night,” he continued, his lips curling into something dark. “Before Dave Stark showed up and ruined everything.”Her fingers curled into fists.“You’re insane,

Dave Stark stood like a storm that had already decided who it was going to destroy.Theo lay on the floor shaking uncontrollably, curled in on himself like a broken shadow. His breaths came uneven, sharp, panicked—every inch of him screaming submission before a single word was spoken.Bella pulled the coat tighter around her shoulders, her fingers trembling slightly against the fabric. The warmth of it didn’t calm her completely… not when the air in the room felt like it was splitting apart under Dave’s presence.Dave’s eyes were fixed on Theo.Not blinking.Not softening.Just watching.“Speak,” Dave said coldly.Theo flinched.“The rogues… and the vampires,” he stammered, voice cracking. “They… they told me to do it. I swear, I was only following orders.”Dave tilted his head slightly.A small, dangerous motion.“Which rogues?” he asked. “And what exactly do they want from her?”The emphasis on her made Bella’s stomach tighten.Theo swallowed hard, glancing up for only a second befo

Bella didn’t answer immediately.The night wrapped around them like a living thing—quiet, watchful, heavy with everything left unsaid. The lake shimmered under the moonlight, but the peace of it felt like a lie compared to the storm raging between them.Dave Stark stood inches away from her, his presence overwhelming, suffocating in the most intoxicating way.“Well?” he pressed, voice lower now—but far more dangerous. “Is that truly how you see me?”Bella swallowed.Her throat felt dry, her pulse erratic. But something inside her—something fragile yet stubborn—refused to retreat this time.“That’s how everyone sees you,” she said softly, forcing the words out. “A ruthless hybrid king. Untouchable. Cold. Above everyone else.”His jaw tightened.“And you?” he asked again.The question wasn’t casual.It was personal.Too personal.Bella hesitated, then shook her head slightly, her fingers curling into the fabric of his coat wrapped around her.“I don’t know what I see anymore,” she admit

Bella’s breath caught, her eyes widening in disbelief.“You… you were the one who bought all those clothes?” she asked, her voice softer now, laced with something fragile—something dangerously close to hope.A slow, knowing smile curved along Dave Stark’s lips, the kind that carried both confidence and restraint. “Every single piece,” he said, his tone steady, deliberate. “I know your measurements better than you think, Bella.”The way he said her name—low, deliberate—sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t just the words. It was the certainty behind them. The quiet claim.Her mind raced.The dresses. The fabrics. Even the more daring pieces she had been too shy to even look at properly. Heat crept up her neck as realization settled in. He hadn’t just provided for her—he had chosen for her.Watched. Considered. Known.Her pulse quickened.Dave’s gaze dropped briefly, just long enough to notice the way her dress had shifted, revealing more than it should. His jaw tightened, a flicker o