His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

ALPHA DRAVEN’S POVThe nights had grown quieter since I last saw her.It was strange, how silence could cut deeper than a blade.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liora’s face the day she turned away from me, that same hollow look in her eyes as if I were a stranger. I told myself I deserved it. After everything I’d done, after every word I’d thrown at her in anger, maybe hate was all she had left to give me.I still remembered the moment she let me see the boy. Our boy.For one brief hour, she’d let her walls fall, and I saw him—small, quiet, with those same storm-gray eyes that mirrored mine. I didn’t even know what to say. I just stared, memorizing every line of his face, every breath he took.He had her mouth. My temper.A dangerous mix.But that was months ago.Now, she was gone again. Hidden. Shielded by Jacob’s pack, far from my reach.Leo said I should fight.That I had a right to see my son.But what right did a monster have?The memory of her voice haunted me still: “You de

The following morning began in uneasy quiet.Ms. Blackwood moved through the kitchen like a woman rehearsing perfection—tidying, stirring, humming softly under her breath. The house smelled faintly of cinnamon and milk. The rhythm of domesticity. She made it look almost believable, like she belonged here.Almost.I sat at the head of the table, watching her. She wore one of my shirts again—too large for her frame, sleeves rolled to the elbow. Her hair was tied loosely, strands escaping to brush her cheek as she leaned over the stove. She looked like a wife. Like something dangerous I didn’t want to imagine.Arden’s faint cooing echoed from the nursery upstairs, and Ms. Blackwood smiled absently, stirring the pot. “She’s been calmer today,” she said, without turning. “I think she likes the sound of your voice, even from a distance.”“She doesn’t know my voice,” I muttered, pushing back from the table.“She knows your presence,” she countered softly, placing a mug in front of me. Steam

The drive back was quiet, too quiet. The hum of the tires on the asphalt was the only sound filling the car, but inside me, there was chaos. My mind replayed every second of last night like a loop that refused to stop, the cries, the panic, the heat of Arden’s burning skin against my palm. Every breath she struggled to take had carved something deeper into me.I glanced at the rearview mirror. Ms. Blackwood sat in the backseat, cradling Arden close to her chest, her face pale from exhaustion. She looked fragile in that morning light, the dark circles under her eyes sharp against her fair skin. Yet her hold on our daughter was firm, almost desperate, as though she were terrified that if she let go, Arden would disappear.Maybe that fear wasn’t just hers.When we reached the house, she followed me inside, quiet and subdued. She didn’t wait for me to speak. She carried Arden straight to the nursery and gently laid her in the crib, brushing the baby’s soft hair with trembling fingers. For

LIORA'S POVThe rain had softened to a drizzle by late afternoon. I stayed inside, sitting near the window with my baby asleep in my arms, the faint rhythm of her breathing grounding me. I’d been humming the same lullaby for an hour now, the one my mother used to sing when storms frightened me.I thought I was alone.But a faint murmur from the living room pulled me from my quiet trance. It was Clara’s voice, soft and nervous, followed by Alpha Jacob’s deeper tone. I frowned, carefully placing my daughter in her crib before wiping my damp cheeks.Curiosity, or maybe instinct, told me to listen.I stepped out into the hall quietly, my bare feet soundless against the cold floor. The living room lights were dim, but I could see Clara standing near the front door, her fingers twisting the hem of her apron, while Jacob stood with his back to her, one hand resting against the doorframe. His voice was low but sharp enough to cut through the air.“He came here again?” he asked.Clara nodded q

The city lights blurred through the cab window as we sped down the narrow streets. My baby slept soundly against my chest, her tiny fingers curled around the edge of my coat. The hum of the engine and the faint scent of gasoline mingled with the pounding of my heart. I didn’t dare look back. Every time I did, I saw Jacob’s shadow chasing us down the road—his voice echoing in my mind, ordering me to come back, promising I’d never escape him again.But I had escaped. At least for now.When the driver asked where I was going, I whispered Marga’s address. It was the only place I could think of. She was the one person I trusted, the only person who had heard my cries through the phone and didn’t turn away.The taxi turned into an old residential street lined with apartment buildings that looked like they’d been through years of rain and neglect. The flickering streetlight in front of her building cast a lonely, pale glow on the pavement. I paid the driver with shaking hands, then stepped o