บททั้งหมดของ His Broken Vow: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The moment Bella stepped into Dave Stark’s arms, the world narrowed.Music pulsed around them—deep, rhythmic, almost predatory—but it faded beneath the thunder of her heartbeat. Dave’s hand settled at the small of her back, firm and unyielding, guiding her into the slow cadence of the dance as if he’d always known how her body moved.Across the floor, Nova stood rigid, fury sharpening her features. She had tried—desperately—to hold Dave’s attention, to anchor his gaze on herself. And yet, here he was, holding Bella, his focus unbroken.Bella swallowed hard.Dave’s scent wrapped around her—clean, masculine, dangerous. It slid under her skin, igniting something warm and restless. His presence was overwhelming, not loud or aggressive, but inevitable, like gravity.“You’re tense,” Dave murmured near her ear, voice low. “Breathe.”She tried. Truly. But her feet betrayed her, stumbling once—twice.“I’m sorry,” she whispered.Dave’s lips curved faintly. “Don’t be.” His grip tightened, steady

The door had barely clicked shut behind Dave Stark when Nova’s smile vanished.For nearly a full minute she remained where she stood, listening carefully to the fading sound of footsteps down the hallway. The distant murmur of the ongoing celebration drifted faintly through the mansion, along with the hum of expensive engines from luxury cars arriving and leaving the grand driveway.Only when she was certain Dave and Morgan were far enough away did she slowly turn toward Bella.The sweetness in her eyes hardened instantly.“Well,” Nova said, folding her arms across her chest. “You really came up with quite the clever plan.”Bella frowned weakly from the bed.“What plan?” she asked hoarsely.Her throat felt dry, raw from screaming during the attempted shift. She reached for the water jug resting on the bedside table.Nova moved faster.She poured water into a glass, then held it just out of Bella’s reach.Bella blinked.“What are you doing?” she croaked.Nova tilted her head slightly,

Night had swallowed the estate of King Stark, but the silence that usually blanketed the grounds was nowhere to be found.Instead, the air trembled with the deep, haunting howls of wolves.Dave Stark stepped out onto the wide stone balcony of the manor, his sharp gaze cutting through the darkness like a blade.The sound rolled across the estate grounds in waves—raw, restless, desperate.Something was wrong.The Alpha King’s jaw tightened as he scanned the forest line surrounding the property. The faint glow of security lights illuminated the tall iron gates, and just beyond them he could see shadows moving.Wolves.Dozens of them.They paced restlessly along the perimeter as though pulled by an invisible force.“What the hell…” Dave muttered under his breath.Earlier that evening, Morgan—his Beta—had left the manor to escort several guests whose packs lived far from Stark territory. The ball had ended hours ago, and most visitors had already departed in sleek Obsidian Vortex sedans an

Bella had never felt anything like this before.The moment Dave Stark touched her, something deep inside her awakened.Not just her wolf.Something far more dangerous.She stood near the edge of the bed, her breathing uneven as the Alpha King’s presence surrounded her like a storm closing in. The dim lighting of the room painted shadows across his broad frame, making him look even larger than usual.Dave Stark wasn’t simply a man.He was power.Authority.A force that commanded obedience even from the wildest wolves.And yet right now, his attention was fixed entirely on her.Bella swallowed hard as she watched him.Ever since he had kissed her earlier, her body had been restless. Every nerve felt alive, humming with anticipation.Her wolf paced beneath her skin, whispering the same thing over and over.Him.Dave stepped closer.Slow.Deliberate.The mattress dipped slightly when he sat down, his gaze never leaving her face.“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.Bella tried to steady her

Bella still hadn’t completed her transformation.That realization sat heavily in her chest as she leaned against the cool marble railing of the Stark estate’s west balcony, watching the fading sunlight bleed into the horizon.The sky glowed in streaks of amber and violet, but Bella barely noticed its beauty.Her thoughts were elsewhere.Technically, she wasn’t wolfless anymore. The awakening had begun—her senses had sharpened, her instincts were louder, and something powerful stirred beneath her skin.But her wolf had not spoken yet.Not once.Most newly awakened werewolves described hearing their wolf’s voice immediately after the change. Some even shifted within hours.Bella had done neither.Her wolf—Tiara—remained silent.And that silence unsettled her.Bella folded her arms, exhaling slowly.Maybe something’s wrong with me.The thought surfaced again, unwelcome and stubborn.Her awakening had been chaotic. Her body had collapsed before the process finished, then her sudden heat h