All Chapters of His Broken Vow: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Well, hello, Dave. Hello, Bella. It’s nice to finally meet you… like this,” a male voice rang out with unmissable amusement. His voice oozed mischief, and one didn’t need a name tag to guess — it had to be Morgan.“Hi, Bella,” said a girl with a gentle, open smile. Her warmth was genuine — that was Sandra.A warmer, softer voice greeted her with a gentler "Hello." Ben.Bella said a subdued "Hi" into Dave's chest, pressing deeper into the fabric of his shirt as her own heart thudded like a war drum. She could not make herself lift her eyes to any of them. Dave's chest rose beneath her cheek, his laughter gentle but reassuring“Sugar,” he whispered, his voice deep and amused, “are you ever going to come out and meet everyone properly?”Bella shook her head quickly, eyes still shut. There was too much to process — too many strangers, too many eyes. But in a sudden gesture, Dave's soft, commanding hand went to her head, his palm cupping her crown with a gentle pressure. He drew her in, pr

It wasn’t until a few moments later, after Bella had a few moments to soothe his anger, that he slowed his respiration that his breathing evened out. Pressing his forehead against hers, he growled, his voice rough, "I think it is high time that you introduced me to your mother and sister. Someone who matters to you."Bella's mouth dropped open. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. That was too fast, too soon. The pressure, the constant end always looming over them, but to hear him say those words like that, it was real.“Are you sure?” she whispered."Yes," Dave did not hesitate; he nodded once.Slowly, their tension eased, melting away into something more pleasant. They finished their meal, chuckling through it. In this moment, danger, Alpha Theo, or deadlines were nonexistent.When the bill came, Bella convinced Dave to handle the tip, and he did so grudgingly. They were shortly outside, as the young waiter had hastened away in appreciation.“Thank you,” he said."You're

The horn blared—sharp and impatient—shattering the heated moment in the parking lot.Bella jerked, breath catching, while Dave’s jaw clenched as he reluctantly pulled back from her lips.Across the asphalt, leaning against his obsidian-gray Zephyr Mirage sports car, Morgan lifted two fingers in a lazy salute, his expression the picture of smug annoyance.“Damn it, Morgan,” Dave muttered. His thumb brushed Bella’s lips, still swollen from their kiss. He bent down once more—slow, claiming—his mouth grazing hers with a whisper of a promise. “I’ll finish this later.”Another honk. Louder.Dave sighed. He inhaled the scent of her hair like he needed it to breathe, then finally—he let go.He didn’t look back.Bella’s arms wrapped around her own shoulders, suddenly cold despite the afternoon sun.*********Her legs felt unsteady, like her body still belonged in Dave’s hands. She stumbled toward the nearest restroom, needing walls, solitude—anything—to breathe.Inside, the tiled room echoed w

Outside the great council chamber, moonlight spilled across stone steps like silver paint. The banners of two packs—Greywolf and Blackmoon—flapped sharply in the night wind, though no celebration followed the verdict inside.Not a single representative from either pack looked pleased.Silvermoon wolves stood stiff-jawed, eyes tight with resentment. Heartburn wolves whispered among themselves, fear flickering across every face. When royalty—true hybrid royalty—was involved, obedience was not optional. Free will evaporated the moment Lord Halden had spoken.The only person smiling was Luna Meredith.Pride poured off her like perfume—heavy, sweet, impossible to ignore. Her niece—Bella—was now bound to a hybrid prince. To royalty. And in their culture, that meant legacy. Power. History rewritten.“An honor,” she boasted to anyone willing—or unwilling—to listen. “Our family now holds ties to the Shadow Throne itself.”Bella watched from beneath a tall tree on the courtyard lawn, her arms w

Bella stood in the silver glow of the moon and watched the taillights of Dave Stark's car disappear down the street. She still felt the electricity from the touch of his hands on her dress, the memory of hiscontrol burning around her neck like a manacle. He had zipped her dress together while his hands shook, and he growled, "Go. Before I forget that I am attempting to behave as a gentleman."She hadn’t been able to trust her voice to respond to him. “I’ll call you if I can,” she’ll say. “I’ll call you if I can,” she’ll say if she speaks. Then she would climb back into his lap and take his mouth andBut now, in this moment, facing the small rented bungalow she shared with her mom, Linda, and little sister, Amanda. The flush of excitement slid away, replaced by a tight knot in the pit of her stomach.In fact, she flushed in embarrassment as she saw them lying sprawled on the worn-out sofa—but the sofa was no longer worn.Everything that was inside the house was no longer the same.A fl