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CHAPTER TWELVE

Author: Stone Heart
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-28 17:19:59

DRAVEN'S Point of View

My patience was already gone.

I told her ten seconds.

Not eleven. Not fifteen. Not whatever-the-hell she was taking now.

I sat on my motorcycle, jaw tight, boot tapping against the concrete, every muscle in my body wired with irritation. The silence stretched, and every second she kept me waiting only stoked the fire building in my chest. I didn’t care what excuse she had this time. I didn’t want to hear it. The one thing I hated more than weakness was disobedience.

And she was giving me both.

I gripped the handlebars harder, my gloves creaking under the pressure. I wanted to start the engine already. I wanted to tear down the road and leave her behind. Let her learn what it meant to keep me waiting. But I didn’t. Because part of me wanted to see the look on her face when I finally snapped.

I was going to let her have it.

Then the door opened.

And time stopped.

She stepped out slowly, unsure, and the morning light hit her like a spotlight. The dress she wore was
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  • His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY SEVEN

    The next morning, I woke to the gentle light spilling through the curtains and the sudden realization that he was not beside me. My heart lurched in panic. My mind immediately raced to Amari. My son. My baby. What had I done?I scrambled out of bed, my bare feet making soft thuds against the floor as I rushed toward the living room. And then I froze. There he was, Amari, in Draven’s arms. Alpha Draven. And instead of the tension I had braced myself for, he was smiling, holding Amari carefully while spinning him gently around. The sound of Amari’s laughter filled the room, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I saw Draven in a light I had never imagined. For a moment, I simply stood there, rooted to the spot, my chest tight and my mind struggling to comprehend what I was witnessing. Draven’s face was radiant with joy. His eyes softened as he looked down at my son. The way he held Amari, protective yet completely relaxed, broke something

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  • His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY FIVE

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  • His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY THREE

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