All Chapters of His Broken Vow: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dave Stark didn’t kiss gently.He never had.When he leaned in, it was swift and unapologetic, as if restraint had snapped inside him. His mouth claimed Bella’s with heat and possession, a kiss that stole breath and thought alike. The world narrowed to the press of his body, the rough bark of the ancient oak at her back, and the low, dangerous sound that rumbled from his chest when she gasped against his lips.Bella rose onto her toes instinctively, fingers sliding into his dark hair, gripping as if anchoring herself. Dave’s hands caged her in, palms braced on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the tree. His tongue swept into her mouth with slow dominance, unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to ruin her.She whimpered, the sound torn from her without permission.That was all it took.Dave’s control fractured. He lifted her effortlessly, setting her against the tree trunk, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. Her skirt rode up, his h

Bella lay tucked against Dave Stark’s chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat anchoring her in the quiet after the storm. Dawn had not yet broken; the world outside the tall windows of the Stark estate remained wrapped in blue-black silence. This was the hour when truths surfaced—when masks slipped and honesty came unarmed.“Would you really have left me alone,” Bella asked softly, “if I had been happy with Marcus… if he had chosen me?”Dave didn’t answer immediately. His arm tightened around her, possessive without being rough, as if the thought itself irritated something deep in him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, unguarded.“No,” he said simply. “I never would have.”Bella tilted her head, listening.“When you were with him,” Dave continued, “it was the worst stretch of my life. I told myself I should be honorable—tell myself that your happiness mattered more than my desire. But knowing another man touched you…” His jaw clenched. “It nearly broke me.”Bella’s breath hi

The Supreme Council chamber was created to intimidate.Vaulted stone ceilings rose high above rows of ancestral banners, each bearing the insignia of a lineage that had survived centuries of bloodshed, betrayal, and conquest. Power clung to the walls like a living thing—old, oppressive, and unyielding.Bella Stark felt it pressing down on her chest.She sat perfectly still at the far end of the chamber, fingers entwined with Dave Stark’s. His thumb brushed slow, deliberate circles against her knuckles—a silent promise that she was not facing this alone.Across the hall, the Supreme Council elders sat behind an elevated obsidian table. Six of them. All male. All ancient. All convinced they still ruled the future simply because they owned the past.“You must understand,” Elder Valcor said, his voice smooth with condescension, “that actions have consequences. You assaulted representatives of this realm. You humiliated the Supreme Council.”Another elder leaned forward, eyes cold. “And we

Bella stared at her mother as though she were looking at a stranger wearing Linda’s face.“Come on, Mom,” Bella said, forcing a brittle laugh. “Where’s Amanda?”Linda frowned, irritation flickering across her features. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”Bella’s heart slammed painfully against her ribs.“You can’t be serious,” she whispered. “She’s your daughter. My sister.”Linda’s lips thinned. “I don’t have time for this today. I’m already dealing with enough.” She turned toward the door, her voice sharp with exhaustion. “I need to get back to work.”And just like that, she left.Bella stood frozen, the silence screaming.Her mother didn’t remember Amanda.She didn’t remember her own child.A thousand questions burned through Bella’s chest, each one unanswered. Why were they trapped in Alpha Griffin’s packhouse? Why did everyone treat her like an omega with no past? Where was Dave Stark?Where is my mate?The thought alone made her chest ache.She remembered him only in fragme

Moonlight washed the clearing in cold silver as the Lycan emerged from the shadows.His massive frame moved with lethal grace, black fur catching the light until it gleamed like polished onyx. Bella gasped and scrambled for the clothes scattered near her, pressing the fabric to her chest as if it could shield her from the power radiating off him.The Lycan turned his head.Gray eyes—ancient, intelligent, dangerous—locked onto her.He stepped closer, inhaling slowly. Bella froze, breath trapped in her lungs. His fur brushed her skin, a deliberate pass that sent a tremor through her body. Heat followed where he touched, unsettling and intimate, as though the night itself leaned in to watch.Then he threw back his head and roared.The sound ripped through the forest, shaking branches, scattering birds, announcing dominance to anything foolish enough to linger. It was fury sharpened into command. Bella clutched the fabric tighter, heart hammering.Why does this feel… familiar?The Lycan c