Todos los capítulos de The Biker King's Bride : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 88

Vivienne's POV For the next twenty four hours, I moved like a ghost, and that was the worst punishment anyone could ever get subjected to. I wasn't doing it because I wanted to. No, far from that. If there was anything I yearned for the most, then it had to be the comfort of being with Ronan, or having him inside me before everything went downhill in the blink of an eye. I was avoiding Ronan because I had to, and because he had looked me straight in the eyes yesterday, calm, too calm, and asked, “Who told you to stay away from me?”It was a single simple question, but it had the power to break me over and over again, and I knew in that moment,, one wrong word, one wrong breath, one wrong slip, and everything I was hiding would explode in my face.So I avoided him. Like a coward, like a liar, and like a woman on borrowed time, because I really was. With each passing second, I felt my anxiety levels rising higher and higher. I was trying my hardest to be optimistic in all of this,

Ronan's POV I didn’t stop walking until the door slammed behind us. Even as wesde our way to the room, you just had to believe that I couldn't hear a single slap of my feet against the wooden floors. I had only one mission in my mind, and that was to get Vivienne to safety and even after we'd arrived in the soft cocoon of the room, it still didn't feel whole. The door closing behind us was all it took to pull me back to the present. It wasn't violent, neither was it loud, but just final. Vivienne trembled in my arms, her breath uneven against my chest, with her fingers curled weakly into my shirt like she didn’t know what else to hold on to. I could feel her pulse next time my skin, rapid and unsteady, like her body was fighting itself just to stay upright.I didn’t put her down. Not until I sat on the edge of the bed with her still in my lap.She felt too light, oo fragile, and too wrong. That brought a frown to my face immediately. Her head rested against my throat and for a

Ronan's POV I didn’t sleep, not for a second. And even if I could, I doubted I would have been able to successfully force my eyes shut without pushing them open in the next five minutes. If I pushed too hard, the minutes, then I would be wide awake again. You couldn't blame me, because anyone who was in my shoes, would definitely react the same way too. I sat on the edge of the bed with my back against the headboard and Vivienne curled against my chest like something fragile, something breakable I couldn’t afford to lose.She slept through most of the night, but every now and then she’d twist in the sheets, her body jolting like she was running from something in her dreams. Once, she flinched so hard her hand flew to her stomach, and she whispered something I couldn’t fully hear.A broken, breathless “please.”Each time, I tightened my hold around her, smoothing my hand down her spine, and whispering her name until her breathing evened again.And the whole time, one thought burne

Vivienne's POV It had been two days of breathing over my shoulder. Two long excruciating days that felt like time had crawled to a standstill somehow and no one had the fucking keys to unlock it. Or something like that. That was what it felt like, with Ronan everywhere and all the time. He wasn't hovering, nor frantic, he was just there. Watching, and waiting, like a man guarding something he wasn’t sure how close it was to breaking.I managed to get space only because my body had betrayed me, and at the right time too. I guess. Ronan had caught me bent over a trash bin outside, gagging so hard my knees buckled. I’d barely managed to wave him off between dry heaves, whispering that I was fine, that it was nothing. He didn’t believe me, but he finally let me have air. He let me walk, let me exist without his shadow for a while. “You can head out if you want.” He'd said. His tone was grave, and that was all the indication I needed to know that he was struggling.He'd only been l