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CHAPTER ELEVEN
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His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Draven’s Point of ViewI wanted to drown in the bottle. To empty it down my fucking throat until I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. Until her face stopped bleeding into every corner of my mind. I didn’t want this.I didn’t want her.I poured another glass of wine, sloshing it too fast and spilling over the rim. Didn’t care. I didn’t even taste it anymore. Just bitterness. Just heat. Just something to shut up the chaos storming behind my ribs.This wasn’t about jealousy. No. It wasn’t about her soft lips parting when she looked at me like she wanted to be kissed. Or how her voice trembled when she lied and said she was fine. This wasn’t about how she looked at Lucas like he was the only person who gave a damn whether she lived or died.No, fuck no. This was about control.This was about putting the daughter of Alaric Hale in her place beneath me, broken, owned.That’s why I brought her here.That’s why I made her sleep on the damn sofa.So why the fuck couldn’t I stop imagining her in my
His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Liora’s Point of ViewHis eyes dropped to my lips. I didn’t move and I almost didn’t breathe. His hand lifted halfway like he might touch me, but stopped. His fingers curled into a fist instead, knuckles white and trembling. “Don’t make me lose control,” he said, voice raw, like it scraped from the inside of his chest.The distance hit like a slap. Colder than I expected. “Don’t forget what I said,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “You're here because I allow it.”And just like that, he turned around and walked away.Didn’t look back and didn’t stop. The heavy echo of his boots on the tile was the only thing left of him when he vanished around the corner.I stood there frozen, my arms clenched tight at my sides, everything in me screaming in silence. My chest burned, and my throat ached like I’d swallowed fire but I refused to cry.Not this time.A moment later, soft footsteps came from the hall. Then a gentler voice than his ever was.“Liora,” Luna said softly.I didn’t turn. Not yet. I
His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
My jaw clenched so tight it cracked. That fucking bastard.He was standing way too close. Closer than any man had a right to be near her. His hand moved like he might touch her arm or worse, her face. And that smile… like he knew something I didn’t. Like he thought he had a shot. And she wasn’t flinching. She wasn’t backing away. She was listening to him.My blood boiled. Heat shot up from my ribs like wildfire. My muscles twitched under the bandages barely holding me together. I didn’t care. I’d tear them open again if it meant I could slam my fist through Lucas’s smug face.I pushed forward. My first step wobbled, pain screaming through my body. My arm burned like fire, a sharp reminder of how useless I was right now. I couldn’t even raise my hand without pain shooting down to my fingertips.“Alpha?” a voice called from behind probably one of the guards but I didn’t answer.I kept going.I gripped the stair rail so hard my knuckles went white. Every step felt like thunder pounding i
His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
DRAVEN'S Point of ViewThe moment she knelt to clean the broken glass, I should have looked away.But I didn’t.Liora's hair fell forward, the strands loose and dark, catching light like ink spilled across the floor. Her small fingers moved cautiously, sweeping the shards into her palm with the same care she gave my bandaged arm, too careful, too soft, like I was still worth preserving. Like she hadn’t learned her lesson yet.“Sweetheart,” Ms. Blackwood’s voice cooed beside me, dragging my gaze from the girl who should’ve meant nothing.I turned toward her, jaw clenched tight.“Should I help you back into bed?” she asked, already rising, her hand skimming over my thigh. “You need to rest that shoulder.”I gave a half-nod, and she took that as permission.“Liora,” I barked. My tone dropped like a blade.She flinched.“Leave.”She froze mid-motion, fingers curled around a sliver of glass, still kneeling.“I...” Her lips parted, but no words came.Ms. Blackwood was already pulling me up
His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
LIORA'S Point of viewThe next morning, I jolted upright to the sharp crash of glass hitting the floor.My heart thudded as my eyes flew open but I was still on the sofa and blanket tangled around my legs. Cheek pressed against the cushion I’d buried my face in sometime after he’d barked his last order at me.But the sound wasn’t from a dream.Draven stood near the dresser, half-dressed, bare-chested, eyes blazing with silent fury. His right arm hung stiffly at his side, shoulder wrapped in bandages that peeked through his open shirt. A shattered water glass lay at his feet.He looked like a man ready to burn the whole house down.“Get up.”The words weren’t shouted, but they cracked like a slap.I shot to my feet, still blinking the haze of sleep from my eyes.“I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”He turned sharply. “Don’t talk. Just fucking move.”I flinched, and silence bloomed between us, thick and cold.“I can’t get this damn shirt on with one arm,” he ground out, holding it toward
His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate CHAPTER TWENTY
DRAVEN'S Point of view“Liora,” I said, my voice sharper this time. “Get over here. Take off my shirt.”"What?" Her steps were soft, nervous. As if she forgot whose name she wore now. As if she forgot I owned her.“I need to take a shower,” I said flatly. “My right arm isn’t working. You’re going to help me.”Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but thought better of it. Smart girl. She moved closer, standing just inches from me now. I didn’t move. I didn’t have to. Even in this chair, I could make her kneel with a single word.She reached for the buttons, her hands trembling. I tilted my chin downward, watching her fumble like a scared little thing.“Pathetic,” I muttered under my breath. “You act like you are scared of me.”“I’m just… I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.I grabbed her wrist tight enough to remind her who the fuck I was. Her breath hitched.“Worry less about hurting me and more about obeying,” I said, voice like ice. “You don’t get to hesitate when
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