His Broken Vow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Bella's mind raced as she stared at Dave, the hybrid who had occupied her thoughts for a year and was now standing in front of her, declaring her to be his mate. The weight of his words overpowered her.He'd been aware of it all along. Whenever she turned seventeen. Since that day, in Alpha Cyrus' house.She felt a peculiar combination of feelings, including surprise, horror, fury, and an unpleasant touch of longing."I remember the very first time I saw you," Dave said, his voice deep and strong. "You were full of energy, beautiful... enchanting."Bella quickly shook her head and glared. That isn't what I recall.She was a maid when she first saw him, clad in shabby clothes, washing the floor and gazing innocently at him as he stood beside King Stark and Alpha Cyrus. He didn't acknowledge her then. She gulped hard. "Are you sure?" she asked. "So, you're telling me that the first time you saw me was at Alpha Cyrus's house while I was doing some cleaning, right?""Indeed," Dave said.

The evening atmosphere was heavy with expectation, yet within Bella's room, moments appeared to linger. She stared at her phone, wondering what the unread message was all about.Dave?She wasn't sure what she felt.Then she heard her mother's voice."Have you finished, dear?" Please don’t think too much about everything. It will all turn out fine.”Bella hesitated before responding. “Sure.”There was a pause, and her mother's tone became gentler. "We will be here for you." Kindly inform us when you have finished.The noise of departing footsteps was accompanied by a soft sob. Bella identified that noise. Her mother had been weeping. A feeling of powerlessness surrounded her. Regardless of her efforts, it appeared she was losing control of everything.She returned to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She absentmindedly traced her fingers over the fabric of the yellow dress, lost in thought."You appear gorgeous, Sugar."Her heart raced when she heard a loud voice behind her. Bel

Bella knelt, her pride battered but intact. The ceremony only began anew when her knees touched the icy ground, their silence a clear indication of where she belonged within this world—a world defined by power rather than preference. Chanting mounted again, riding the night sky, but it was all barely audible to her.Once they were done with the rituals, all of them proceeded to an empty area beside Alpha's home where the reception had already been set in motion. There was a mixture of sounds and smiles with the clinking of glasses and stomps of feet on the wooden dance floor.Bella stood with her friends, whose natural giggles turned to hollow quiet. Then, like a storm in the distance, came Luna Helena. She had exuded power and authority, and people felt diminished even just being in her presence."Come with me," she commanded, her voice commanding no refusal. She indicated Eve and Joy with a sharp gesture of her finger, the movement cutting through the air like a knife. The three gir

Andy bolted out of the room, his exit swift and desperate. No one could blame him. If she had the choice, Bella would have done the same. But that option wasn’t hers anymore.Morgan slapped Dave reassuringly on the back, his face unreadable, and Sandra smiled uncertainly, knowingly at Bella as she departed. Ben stood longer, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. His slow, widening smile was close to being lazy and untroubled. Winking roguishly, he clouted Dave on the back and departed, leaving Bella and Dave in solitude.The silence hung heavy and oppressive."Hi," Bella growled cautiously, smoothing the hem of her blouse into position.Dave didn't say anything. He just stood there, his intense eyes burning her.He was beautiful today. Dark wash jeans. A black T that hugged his body like a second skin. A cool leather jacket, scuffed just enough to give the impression he didn't care. His dark, rich hair, perpetually slightly undone in an intentional but careless way, accentuated his shar

Sunlight streamed in the window in the morning when Bella was standing in front of the mirror and evaluating her appearance. Something was wrong. Her skin was softer, glowing as if it had been kissed with moonlight. Her brown eyes were no longer dull. They were mesmerizing, hypnotic, and more radiant. Her eyelashes were longer, outlining them with deep, rich curves, and her eyebrows developed a stunning arch, dramatic yet subtle. Even her fuller, redder lips were glossy as if she had just wet them.She stroked her hair, enjoying the way the curls fell in a way never before, darker than ever, flashing light in hypnotic waves. Her body also altered, subtly, noticeably different. Her waist was more defined, hips more curvy, bust promising cleavage she never did before. Her jeans did not fit in the same manner before, the waistband a closer band than she was ever accustomed to.What's wrong with her?A frown tugged at the edge of her lip. Female werewolves would murder for feeling this ba