All Chapters of His Broken Vow: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Bella hadn’t realized how starving she was until the scent of roasted herbs, sizzling meat, and fresh bread drifted through the lower halls of the mansion.The aroma hit her like a physical force.Nyra immediately stirred inside her head.Food. Now.Bella laughed softly under her breath as she descended the staircase, one hand trailing against the polished railing. Her muscles still ached from the shift the night before, and every step reminded her that awakening a wolf was not some graceful magical experience.It was brutal.Painful.Exhausting.Worth it.A grin spread across her face anyway.Nyra might have been stubborn and annoyingly cryptic about their past lives, but Bella already loved having her back.Especially because the wolf came with confidence Bella never used to possess.Still…One question kept clawing at her mind.Was Dave Stark truly their mate in this life too?Every time Bella asked, Nyra avoided answering directly.Some truths are safer discovered naturally, the w

Bella’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she sat on the wooden bench at the edge of the training grounds, sweat clinging to her skin like a second layer. The cool dawn breeze should have eased the ache in her muscles, but every part of her body burned from exhaustion.Morgan crouched in front of her, twisting the cap off a bottle of water before handing it over with an easy grin.“Relax,” he said. “Nobody masters combat in a day. Some wolves take months before they stop tripping over their own feet.”Bella snorted softly and drank. “Months? You learned in two weeks.”Morgan laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I also broke my arm twice and nearly dislocated my jaw. Trust me, it wasn’t pretty.”A deep male voice sliced through the moment.“Encouragement is useful. False hope isn’t.”Bella stiffened instantly.Her pulse betrayed her before she even turned around.Dave Stark stood near the stone pathway leading toward the mansion, dressed entirely in black. Fitted black pants hugged his

Bella pushed herself off the chair, brushing strands of damp hair away from her face as she stared coldly at Olivia.“I’d rather prove myself in the arena than stand here arguing with you.”Olivia’s lips curved into a thin smile, but Bella no longer cared enough to decipher whether it was mockery or admiration.The words still burned though.Dave Stark only respects strength.As much as Bella hated hearing it from Olivia of all people, part of her knew it was true.The Hybrid King never babied anyone. He demanded results. Power. Loyalty.Weakness irritated him.And Bella was exhausted from being seen as fragile.For one reckless moment, her thoughts drifted backward—to another life, another version of herself. A quieter future where she had imagined peace beside the man she loved. No wars. No politics. No blood.Just warmth.Just love.But fate had torn that dream apart long ago.Hilda stirred inside her mind, her silver voice low and steady.Then stop mourning the girl you used to be

The roar of the crowd still thundered across the arena when Bella finally realized someone was holding a bottle of water in front of her face.“Drink slowly,” the girl urged gently.Bella barely heard her. Her ears were ringing from the cheers, her muscles trembling violently after the brutal final round.Still dazed, she grabbed the bottle and swallowed greedily.Cold water slid down her throat, sharp and refreshing.For a second, relief hit her.Then suddenly—She coughed violently.The bottle slipped from her fingers, water splashing across her clothes and the dusty floor beneath her boots.“Oh Goddess!” the girl gasped.Morgan was beside Bella almost instantly.“Easy,” he said firmly, gripping her shoulder before she could topple sideways. “Too much too fast. Your body’s overheated.”Bella wheezed, pressing a hand against her chest as he carefully helped her sit back down on the wooden bench behind the arena.The pounding in her head slowly eased.Morgan crouched in front of her,

Bella’s pulse thundered so violently she could hear it in her ears.Dave Stark stood only inches away from her hospital bed, his broad frame blocking out half the room’s light, his icy blue eyes fixed entirely on her.The silence between them felt dangerous.Heavy.Alive.Bella swallowed hard before finally speaking the truth that had been clawing at her chest for far too long.“You brought me here because you thought I could save you,” she whispered. “And I want that too.”Dave’s brows pulled together instantly.“What?”His voice came out rougher this time. Less controlled.Bella gathered every ounce of courage she had left and lifted her chin.“Let me help you break the curse.”The words settled between them heavily.For a moment, Dave simply stared at her like she had spoken another language entirely.Outside the hospital room, distant thunder rumbled through the skies above the Stark estate. The stormy weather somehow suited him perfectly.Dark. Violent. Untouchable.Bella’s heart