His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

He kissed me again, deeper this time, with a hunger that trembled on the edge of restraint. The air between us thickened, pulsing with every breath we took. My heart thudded wildly as his hand slipped around my waist, pulling me against him, erasing the distance that had once felt endless.His lips moved over mine, slow and desperate, tasting of apology and longing. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, both of us gasping softly in the fragile stillness.“Come here,” he whispered, his voice rough and low.I didn’t resist when he took my hand, fingers lacing through mine as if that simple touch could erase years of hurt. He led me down the hall to his room, the place that had once been forbidden, the place that still carried the scent of him: cedar, smoke, and something dark and clean that always reminded me of rain-soaked earth.The door clicked shut behind us, and for a heartbeat, silence stretched, heavy and alive. He looked at me as though he wasn’t sure this was r

Morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the bedroom floor. I blinked awake to the warmth of Draven’s chest beneath my cheek, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat mingling with my own. For a moment, I simply stayed there, letting the quiet ease of the morning wrap around us, a fragile shield against everything we had endured before.“Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky, still caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.“Morning,” I replied softly, curling closer to him. I could feel the faint rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his arm draped over my waist. Everything felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t want to end.“Amari’s awake,” he added after a pause, his words careful, almost tentative, as if he were testing how real this moment could be.I smiled, a warmth spreading from my chest down to my fingers. “Already? Let’s go see him.”Draven rose slowly, careful not to wake me further, his movements deliberate and quiet. There was a

The faint light of dawn, gray and hesitant, was just beginning to seep through the bedroom curtains when a sharp, insistent knock jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with the profound peace of the night before, and I felt Draven’s arms tighten around me instinctively. He stirred, a low rumble of a growl vibrating in his chest, a testament to his deep sleep and the abrupt interruption.“What in the Goddess’s name…?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his grip on me protective even in his daze.Before either of us could fully process the disturbance, the door to our home burst open with a resounding thud. It wasn't just a knock; it was an invasion. Draven was instantly alert, his eyes snapping open, blazing with primal anger as he shifted, ready to spring from the bed.“Alpha Draven!” a voice shouted, panicked and breathless. It was Leo, Draven’s Beta. His voice, usually calm and composed, was laced with an urgency that sent a shiver down my spine.“Alpha! You need

The moment Draven’s hand settled at the back of my neck, all the noise, Celeste’s screams, the council’s stiff silence, Leo’s stunned blinking, faded like a storm rolling out to sea. The house was quiet now, the air warm from the hearth fire, the scent of pine drifting in from the open window.My heartbeat slowed. Not entirely calm, not entirely settled, but shifting, softening. My chest still trembled with leftover adrenaline, but beneath it something else bloomed, bright, warm, steady.A thrill.Not from the fight.From him.From us.Draven exhaled shakily, his forehead resting against mine for a moment, letting everything between us settle. When he finally stepped back, it was not distance, but gentleness.“You are trembling,” he murmured, his eyes tracing my face, not with worry, not with judgment, but with something like awe. “Come here.”His arms opened, and the last of my defenses melted. I moved into him, burying my face in his chest as his arms wrapped fully around me. Not po

The doctor entered the room after what felt like an eternity. His expression was calm, composed, but something underneath made my stomach twist tighter. Draven and I turned to him at the same time, our grips on each other tightening like we were bracing for impact.“Alpha Draven. Luna Liora,” the doctor greeted softly, eyes shifting toward the crib where our son lay surrounded by wires and cold machines. “We’ve run the necessary tests. Your son has dengue.”I felt the air punched out of my lungs.Draven froze beside me. Not violently, but in that terrifying, silent way he only did when he was holding himself together by a thread. His shoulders stiffened, breath stuck in his throat, eyes fixed on the doctor.I could barely speak. “D Dengue? But we he ”“We did everything as quickly as possible,” the doctor continued gently. “We’ve begun the medications and are monitoring his vital signs closely. But his platelet count is low. Very low.”My fingers curled into Draven’s arm, and he wrapp