Semua Bab His Broken Vow: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Bella did not sleep. Not properly. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. Dave Stark—standing too close, speaking too softly, looking at her like he already owned every thought in her head. It was infuriating. And worse… it was distracting. So by the time the sky outside her window began to pale, she gave up entirely. If her mind refused to rest, then her body would have to work. Hard. She sat up, running a hand through her hair as determination slowly replaced the lingering haze of last night. Her first shift had been a disaster. Messy. Emotional. Weak. And she refused to let that define her. Not this time. Not in this life. In the past, she had been the fragile one—the omega who needed saving, who stood behind others, who survived instead of thrived. But now? Now she wanted more. Strength. Control. Power. Respect. Bella swung her legs off the bed and stood, her resolve hardening. If she was going to stand anywhere near Dave Stark—if she was going to survive

Bella had always believed there were two kinds of men in the world—those who commanded attention without trying, and those who earned it through warmth.Dave Stark belonged to the first category.Morgan… he was something else entirely.Where Dave was sharp edges, quiet authority, and a presence that filled every room like a storm rolling in, Morgan felt like sunlight filtering through a quiet morning—approachable, disarming, dangerously easy to trust.And that was exactly why Bella found herself unsettled.Morgan leaned in slightly, his fingers brushing gently across her lips as he wiped away a trace of sauce she hadn’t realized was there. The touch lingered longer than necessary. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing her.Bella’s breath caught—not dramatically, not enough to show—but enough for her to notice.She told herself not to read into it.This wasn’t the first life she’d lived.And in the one she remembered, Morgan had never look

Bella didn’t move at first.Dave Stark had already turned away, as if her obedience was a given—like the command he issued didn’t require confirmation. That alone irritated her.But what unsettled her more… was the way her body reacted anyway.Like it recognized his authority.Like it wanted to follow.“Huh?” she muttered under her breath, still rooted in place.Dave didn’t repeat himself.He simply walked toward the sleek, obsidian-black Velar SUV parked at the front of the mansion, its engine already humming low like a restrained beast. The driver stepped away instantly, leaving the vehicle to him.Of course.He didn’t wait.Didn’t look back.Didn’t check if she was coming.Bella clenched her jaw, then hurried after him anyway, descending the steps faster than she intended.She hated this.Hated how easily he unsettled her.Hated how much she noticed him.By the time she reached the car, he was already in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other tapping lightly—im

Bella had never known pain could be this relentless.It wasn’t just the sharp sting in her ankle or the throbbing ache crawling up her leg—it was deeper than that. Raw. Violent. Like something inside her was clawing its way out, desperate, furious, and unwilling to be ignored.Dave Stark walked ahead of her, his pace unyielding, his silence heavier than the forest around them.She tried to keep up.God, she tried.But every step sent a fresh wave of agony through her already battered body. Her muscles were screaming from the morning run, her lungs still felt tight, and now her foot—her stupid, injured foot—dragged behind her like dead weight.Still, she said nothing.She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.Bella clenched her jaw and forced herself forward, matching his stride as best as she could. But Dave’s steps were longer, faster, effortless. He didn’t look back. Didn’t slow down.Didn’t care.A rock caught under her foot.“Ah—!”The pain exploded instantly.Her body lurched forwa

The bass throbbed like a heartbeat beneath Bella’s skin—loud, insistent, impossible to ignore.Lights flickered in pulses of violet and gold, slicing through the haze that clung to the air. The bar wasn’t just alive—it was consuming. Every movement, every laugh, every stolen touch blended into something intoxicating… something dangerous.Bella adjusted the sleek black mask on her face as she followed Luke inside. It hugged her features just enough to conceal her identity while still letting her feel seen—exposed in a different way.“Stay close,” Luke murmured, his hand briefly brushing her lower back as he guided her past the entrance.Two towering bouncers watched them, eyes sharp, but they stepped aside without question. Whatever influence Luke carried, it worked.Inside, the atmosphere hit her fully.Bodies swayed. Laughter spilled. Desire lingered in every shadowed corner.Bella swallowed.This was nothing like Alpha Cyrus’ estate… nothing like the suffocating silence of King Star