His Broken Vow
Why was she the only one cursed with fragments of another life—one filled with Dave, Sandra, Morgan, Ben, Eve… a family forged in blood and loyalty?
Her gaze lifted despite herself.
Dave Stark sat at the high table.
Not Eros Dreadlonos. Not a memory. Him.
He wore gold-threaded regalia, dark hair artfully disheveled, power coiled around him like a second skin. A throne had been prepared, but he looked like he’d been born to command even without it.
Bella’s breath caught.
Across the hall, Alpha Griffin laughed nervously. “Your Majesty, I don’t understand. You say you didn’t receive what you came for?”
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