Lahat ng Kabanata ng His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The soup had settled warmly in my stomach, giving me just enough comfort to finally let my body sink into sleep that night. By the time my head touched the pillow, exhaustion pulled me under.I dreamed of voices, Jacob’s, Draven’s, ghosts of a life I thought I had left behind. But when I woke, the pale sunlight slipping through the thin curtains reminded me that those echoes belonged to yesterday. Today, I had to survive for the sake of my baby.My body ached as I rolled to my side, one hand instinctively finding the small curve of my stomach.“We’ll be okay,” I whispered softly. “We have to be strong. Just a little more patience, and Mama will find a way.”The next morning, knock came lightly at first, then more insistent. I forced myself up, still groggy. When I opened the door, Marga’s bright face greeted me, her hair in another messy bun, a cheerful energy radiating off her.“Good morning, neighbor!” she chirped, holding a canvas tote at her side. “Time to rise and shine. We need

The night dragged on longer than it should have. Sleep came in broken pieces, shallow dreams pierced by shadows of voices I didn’t want to hear. Every time I closed my eyes, Cassy’s smirk returned, her words echoing: Maybe you’re the reason they vanished.I jolted awake in the dark, clutching my stomach and forcing myself to breathe slowly. The baby shifted faintly inside me, and that was enough to steady my trembling hands. I couldn’t let my fear seep into this tiny life. No matter what the world threw at me, I had to stay strong.By morning, the gray light of dawn crept through the blinds, and I forced myself out of bed. I washed my face, tied my hair, and slipped into the plain black blouse and jeans I had prepared. My body felt heavy, but my heart told me I couldn’t falter now not when I’d been given a chance to work, to survive.True to her word, Marga knocked on my door just as I finished. Her cheerful voice carried through the wood. “Lio? You ready?”I opened the door, and ther

After my shift finally ended, I wiped the last traces of sweat from my forehead and reached for my bag. My feet ached from hours of standing, but my chest felt a little lighter compared to this morning. Ma’am Lena’s firm presence, Marga’s kindness, and even the strangers in the bar who had offered quiet reassurances gave me a strength I hadn’t felt in years.As I stepped out of the staff room, Marga was already waiting near the entrance. She leaned casually against the wall with her arms crossed, but the way her eyes softened when they met mine told me she had been waiting longer than she wanted to admit.“Ready?” she asked with a small smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.I nodded, though hesitation weighed on me. “You don’t need to wait for me, Marga. I can take care of myself. You’ve done so much already.”She rolled her eyes dramatically, like my words were the most absurd thing she had heard all day. “Stop that,” she said, pushing herself off the wall and walking clos

LIORA'S POINT OF VIEWThe streetlights blurred into streaks of gold and white as Marga drove, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, pressing one palm to my belly and the other against the cool window. The glass vibrated faintly with the hum of the engine, but all I could hear was Draven’s cracked voice echoing in my head: Don’t take my child from me.I squeezed my eyes shut. My baby shifted faintly under my hand, a soft roll that sent a fresh ache through my chest. I’d thought I was numb, but the tremor in my fingers betrayed me.“You’re quiet,” Marga murmured, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. “Too quiet.”I swallowed hard and forced my voice past the tightness in my throat. “I’m trying not to think about him.”“May I know who he is?” Marga asked.“He’s Alpha Draven,”“What?! That’s not easy when he’s on his knees in the parking lot,” she said, the words low, steady, but edged with disbelief.“I’ve never seen a man like that. Especial

ALPH DRAVEN'S POINTThe ride back to the pack house should have steadied me. The wind, the steady roar of my bike, the night pressing close, it usually grounded me. But tonight, it only made the silence behind me heavier.Liora didn’t hold me. Didn’t cling like she once had when she was young and afraid of the speed. She sat stiff, her arms locked around herself, as if my back were a wall she wanted no part of. I reached for her hand once, tried to force her to wrap around me, but she yanked it back, her body cold with refusal.That refusal burned hotter than any brand.I told myself I didn’t care. That I’d done what was necessary. I had no plan to kill Marga, never did. She was just a name, leverage, because I knew Liora’s heart was soft for her friends. I knew threatening Marga would pull her back to me. But as the bike ate the miles, as her silence pressed against my spine, I couldn’t shake the weight of what I’d done.I’d forced her hand. Again.The pack house rose into view, its