All Chapters of His Broken Vow: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Bella didn’t stop when Olivia called her name.She couldn’t—not with the weight in her chest tightening, not with the way Dave Stark’s cold gaze still lingered on her skin like something sharp and deliberate. If she stayed, she would break. And Bella had made herself a promise just hours ago—no more breaking.“Bella.”This time, the voice wasn’t Olivia’s.It was deeper.Commanding.And it didn’t ask her to stop.It expected it.Her steps faltered before she could stop herself.Slowly, reluctantly, Bella turned.Dave stood a few paces behind her now, having closed the distance without her even noticing. That alone should have unsettled her—but it was the look in his eyes that truly did it.Dark.Unreadable.And burning with something far more dangerous than anger.“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, voice calm—too calm.Bella straightened her shoulders. “I’m done training for today.”A lie.And they both knew it.His gaze dipped briefly—to the bottle in her hand, the tension i

Dave Stark had fought wars.He had stood before the Supreme Council without flinching. Faced rogue kings without hesitation. Watched enemies fall at his feet without a flicker of remorse.But this—This girl—Was undoing him.And she wasn’t even trying.He stood at the threshold of Bella’s room for a moment longer than necessary, his hand still resting lightly on the door he had just closed behind him. His jaw tightened.Control.That was the one thing he had mastered over the years.Control over his power.Control over his beast.Control over every dangerous instinct that came with being what he was.Yet around her…It slipped.Not entirely.But enough to make him wary.Enough to make him restless.Enough to make his beast stir with something far more primal than aggression.Possession.Dave exhaled slowly and forced himself to move, descending the staircase with steady, measured steps. The mansion was quiet—too quiet—and yet his senses were still tuned to one thing.Her.Even now, h

Dave Stark leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping once against the polished wood before going still. His gaze remained fixed on Sandra, sharp, calculating—but beneath that, something restless stirred.“No,” he said finally, voice even. “I don’t remember anything like that.”He shrugged lightly, as though dismissing the weight of her question. “You’ve seen her. Bella hasn’t even awakened her wolf yet. Compared to the rest, she’s… behind. That’s not weakness—it’s absence. No wolf, no shared strength.”Sandra didn’t interrupt.Instead, she reached for the worn leather journal resting beside her and traced a slow, absent-minded pattern along its edge. A habit. One Dave had learned meant her mind was working faster than her silence suggested.“I know,” she murmured. “But that’s exactly why you’re running out of time.”His jaw tightened slightly.“She needs to know,” Sandra continued, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Everything. Especially now—with the rogue king moving again… and Marcus g

The forest exhaled silence.Bella stood rooted to the spot, chest rising and falling unevenly, her pulse still racing from the attack that—somehow—left no trace behind.No wounds.No blood.No evidence.Only memory.Her fingers hovered over her arms, brushing over smooth skin where thorns had pierced moments ago. She pressed harder, searching for pain.Nothing.It didn’t make sense.It had been real.She knew it had been real.Her gaze darted around the trees again, nerves tightening.“Hello?” she called out, her voice echoing faintly into the night.No answer.The forest remained still, as if it had swallowed whatever had just happened.Bella swallowed, her throat dry.“I… I just wanted to say thank you,” she tried again, softer this time. “Whoever you are.”A pause.Then—A voice.Low.Calm.Close.“Do not speak of me.”Bella’s heart slammed violently against her ribs.She spun around so fast she nearly lost her balance, eyes scanning wildly.Nothing.No one.Just shadows and branch

Dave Stark did not lose control.He had built an empire on restraint—on discipline so sharp it cut through instinct, emotion, and even the beast inside him. Royals like him didn’t slip. They calculated. They dominated. They endured.And yet, standing behind Bella in his private training hall, watching the slight tremble in her arms as she raised her fists toward the punching bag… control felt dangerously overrated.“Again,” he said, voice low, even.Bella exhaled, then threw another punch.It wasn’t perfect. Her stance wavered, her wrist angled slightly wrong—but there was something else there. Something raw. Something stubborn.Something that refused to break.Dave’s eyes darkened.“Don’t think. Feel it,” he instructed, stepping closer. “Your body already knows what to do. You’re the one slowing it down.”She shot him a quick look over her shoulder, breath uneven. “Easy for you to say.”A corner of his mouth twitched. “I didn’t say it was easy. I said it was necessary.”Bella turned