All Chapters of His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The morning sunlight filtered through the hospital blinds, painting stripes across Amari’s small form as he slept. His tiny chest rose and fell in a rhythm that was finally steady, a rhythm that had not been guaranteed the night before. For the first time in hours, I felt my body unclench and the tension that had been pressing against my ribs began to ease. Draven sat beside me, his hand resting possessively over mine, eyes scanning our son with that silent, feral focus that always made my heart ache and melt all at once.I could finally breathe until the quiet sound of soft footsteps outside the door made me stiffen. Before either of us could react, the door swung open, revealing Jacob.He stood there holding a basket of fruits, his expression cautious but determined. Sunlight caught in his hair, and for a fleeting second, he looked like a stranger, someone removed from the past hostility that had defined him.“I brought something for Amari,” Jacob said softly, setting the basket car

The hospital room had settled into a quiet rhythm, though the tension lingering in the air was anything but peaceful. Amari slept against my chest, soft and delicate, the tiny rise and fall of his chest barely enough to notice. Draven hovered beside us, every muscle taut with vigilance, eyes scanning Jacob like a predator.Jacob moved carefully around the room, rearranging Amari’s small bottles, tidying the counter, even fluffing the baby’s blanket. Every movement was deliberate, precise, helpful—but beneath it was a faint sense of calculation, a subtle measuring of our reactions.“Here,” Jacob said softly, holding a small cloth. “I thought I could wash Amari’s face gently. He might feel more comfortable.”I glanced down at Amari, who was sleeping so peacefully that even the faintest disturbance could rouse him. “Are you sure he will be okay?” I asked, wary.Jacob smiled, calm. “He is just a baby. I only want to help.”Draven’s hand snapped to Amari, holding him closer to my chest. “S

The hours bled together until time no longer felt like time. It felt like a punishment. Every minute stretched, heavy and taut, like the walls themselves were waiting for something to break.Luna stayed by the door, her back straight despite the exhaustion etched into her posture. She hadn’t moved since Draven left. Her eyes were sharp, alert, a silent promise that nothing would reach me and Amari. Not without going through her first.But the quiet… the quiet was the worst.Because quiet meant no updates. No footsteps rushing down the hall. No mind-link touching the edge of my thoughts. Nothing from Draven. Nothing from Leo. Nothing from Rowan.My stomach tightened with every tick of the clock on the wall.Amari slept peacefully against my chest, little breaths warming the spot just above my heart. His warmth grounded me, but it also terrified me. Because if Draven didn’t come backNo.I shut my eyes tightly, breathing in through my nose until the tremor in my hands steadied.He will

The moment the hospital discharged Amari, I felt as if a weight I hadn’t even realized I was carrying had been lifted. Every ache in my chest, every lingering tremor from the night he was kidnapped, seemed to loosen just enough to breathe again.We stepped out into the crisp evening air, Draven carrying Amari securely against his chest. His fingers were firm but gentle, supporting our tiny son like he was the most precious thing in the world. I trailed close behind, clutching Amari’s little blanket, tears threatening to fall despite my attempt to keep composed.“Home,” Draven murmured, his voice low, protective, a rumble that vibrated deep in my chest. “He’s ours now. Safe. Always.”I nodded, swallowing past the lump in my throat. “I know,” I whispered, barely audible. “I know.”The drive home was quiet. Draven’s hand occasionally brushed against mine as I held Amari, a silent promise in every touch. Every time I peeked at our baby, I felt my chest tighten and release all at once. He

The moment Jacob’s hand released my chin, a cold wave crawled beneath my skin as if his touch had left a stain that would never wash off. He stood with deliberate slowness, savoring the fear he had planted like a seed he intended to cultivate.He did not turn away immediately. Instead, he stared down at me with a twisted satisfaction shaping every sharp line of his face, as though he reveled in the helplessness he had created.“You look better awake,” he murmured while tilting his head, studying me with unnerving delight. “Your eyes move. Your lips tremble. You show everything you feel. You are far more beautiful when fear is living inside you.”I glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me shrink back, but my body betrayed me regardless. My hands trembled uncontrollably. My knees felt weak. Each breath I dragged into my lungs was quick and uneven.Jacob noticed everything.And he was thrilled by it.His smile widened as he crouched again, lowering himself until