His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

I froze, unsure whether to defend myself or just stay quiet. The emotions swirling inside me were too tangled to name, guilt, confusion, fear. Ma’am Lena’s tone was sharp, but her eyes carried something heavier, something that almost looked like heartbreak.“Ma’am Lena…” I started softly, my voice trembling more than I wanted it to.“I didn’t mean to disrespect him. I just….” I paused, fumbling for words that could make sense of what I didn’t even understand myself. “I just don’t want to hurt him. Or myself.”Her sigh was heavy, like she’d been holding it in for too long. She sat down across from me, resting her elbows on the table. The restaurant had quieted, only the faint hum of the ceiling fan filling the silence.“You don’t understand, Liora,” she said quietly. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve known Jacob? How long I’ve watched him push people away, bury himself in work, in duty, in guilt? He doesn’t open his heart easily. But with you…” Her gaze softened, and she shook her he

My pulse still hadn’t slowed when the door creaked open behind me. The humid air stuck to my skin, the world spinning slightly as I tried to steady my breathing.“Lio…” Marga’s voice was soft but cautious. She stepped out, her hands still dusted with flour from the kitchen. “She’s fine. Just a bruise on her side, nothing serious.”I nodded numbly, staring at the ground. “I didn’t mean to hurt her,” I whispered. “It just happened so fast.”“I know,” Marga said gently, brushing my arm.“Don't worry I’m not going back,” I said quietly, my hand resting instinctively on my stomach. “Not to his house. Not anymore. Alpha Draven is all yours, just let me live peacefully, stop making trouble!"Ms. Blackwood stepped out, one hand clutching her side, the other holding onto the wall for balance. Her face was pale but her expression was still razor-sharp.“Don’t act like the victim now,” she hissed, her voice raw. “You hit me. You wanted to prove something in front of your little friend? Congratul

The next morning, the smell of brewed coffee pulled me out of a restless sleep. Marga was already up, her usual morning rhythm filling the small apartment with life, she knock my door and make a breakfast for us. Pans clattering, kettle whistling, and the faint hum of the radio playing a pop song that didn’t quite fit the gray sky outside.She glanced at me over her shoulder when I stepped into the kitchen. “Morning, sleepyhead. You better eat quick, we’ve got a busy day ahead.”I blinked, still groggy, rubbing my eyes. “Busy?”She slid a plate of fried rice and eggs toward me with a grin. “Yup. Lena said we need to leave earlier than usual. There’s a big event today, our resto-bar got hired for a catering gig.”I frowned, confused. “Catering? For what event?”Her grin widened as she took a sip of her coffee. “Motorcycle racing. Some VIP thing. The organizers bought full-service catering for the riders and sponsors. We’re in charge of lunch and snacks.”The words made my heart drop i

DRAVEN'S POVThe crowd’s cheers still rang in my ears long after I cut the engine. The smell of burnt rubber and adrenaline clung to me, thick and familiar, but it couldn’t drown out the image of her standing there, still as glass, eyes following me even when she tried not to.Liora.She hadn’t said much. She didn’t need to. I could read every flicker in her gaze, every careful breath she took just to hold herself together.I’d seen her strength before, the kind that comes from surviving what should have broken you. But this time, there was something else. Distance.A quiet finality in the way she said she had to help her friend, like she was building walls where I’d once seen open doors.I should’ve been angry. The old me would’ve been. But instead, I just nodded and told her goodbye. No demands. No reminders of the bond we both tried to ignore. Just space.Because for once, that’s what she needed. And maybe, that’s what I needed too.The moment the host announced my win, I barely re

For a moment, the room felt smaller. The sterile white walls seemed to close in as silence stretched between the three of us. Ma’am Lena’s voice was gentle, but the way her eyes lingered on Alpha Jacob carried a sadness I couldn’t ignore. I’d seen that look before, the kind people wear when they’ve already accepted a pain they can’t change.Jacob’s jaw tightened slightly, but his tone remained calm, almost too careful.“Lena,” he murmured, “thank you. I’ll take it from here.”Her eyes flicked toward me, soft but knowing. She nodded once and stepped back. Before she turned to leave, she brushed her hand lightly against mine.“Take care of yourself, Liora,” she said, her voice catching just a little. “You and the baby both.”When the door closed behind her, the sound seemed to echo in my chest.Jacob stood still for a while, looking at the fruit basket she left behind. Then, he let out a quiet sigh and turned his gaze to me.“She means well,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “She jus