All Chapters of His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

I woke before Jacob and my chest tightened at the silence of the room. It was too quiet. His breathing was steady and deep beside me, but even asleep, he kept an arm draped heavily around my waist, possessive in a way that felt more like a lock than an embrace. I stared at the ceiling, afraid to move but afraid to stay still.Jacob slept with the same intensity he lived with. Even in dreams, he refused to let go of me.I tried to shift a little, just to breathe, but his grip tightened immediately, even without waking. The room felt too hot. Too full of him. Too full of the reality I was slowly sinking into.I whispered softly, “Jacob, I need a little space.”His eyes opened instantly.There was no moment of grogginess, no confusion. He came awake like a predator sensing movement. His gaze snapped to my face, searching, assessing, claiming. His voice was low when he said, “Are you uncomfortable?”The question carried the weight of a warning. I forced a smile. “I just need to stretch.”

The moment the pack house shook from the force of Draven’s final roar, the entire structure seemed to quiver under my feet as if even the wooden beams recognized the authority of the wolf calling my name. Jacob turned sharply, his body coiling like a predator ready to strike, and I felt the burn of panic rising in my chest. Outside, chaos erupted. Wolves snarled. Claws scraped against stone. Shouts broke through the air as members of Jacob’s pack scrambled to defend their territory, but Draven’s presence was too overpowering to ignore.The sound of bodies colliding reverberated through the walls. I heard a window shatter. I heard someone scream. The scent of blood drifted faintly through the cracks of the door, and my entire body trembled because I knew Draven did not come to negotiate. He came to take me back. He came to reclaim what he believed was his.Jacob grabbed my wrist so suddenly I gasped. His grip tightened with a desperation I had never seen from him before. “We are leavin

Morning arrived slowly inside the desert house, almost as if the sun itself hesitated to spill its light across the cracked wooden floorboards. I opened my eyes while still lying beside Alpha Jacob, whose arm remained heavy around my waist.His breathing was steady and deep, which told me he had not yet returned to full awareness. I waited for several moments, controlling my own breath and fighting the discomfort that always rose in my chest whenever I woke up so close to him.The warmth from his body felt suffocating rather than comforting, and I remained completely still until his grip loosened slightly. Only then did I slip from beneath his arm with careful movements that prevented the bed from creaking too loudly.I sat at the edge of the mattress with my hands pressed together as I silently repeated the same thought. I needed to act naturally. I needed to remain calm. I needed him to believe that I had accepted my place here. My entire survival depended on the illusion that he ha

The forest grew darker as night settled over the canopy, the shadows stretching long and tangled until they blended into one endless mass. I followed the hunter woman closely, forcing my tired legs to keep moving even as every muscle screamed. The desert had drained me, but the forest demanded a different kind of strength. Every step felt heavy, deliberate, and laced with caution.The woman glanced back at me once, her sharp eyes reflecting a glint of the moonlight filtering through the leaves.“We need shelter,” she said quietly. “Predators circle the forest at night. We won’t survive out here in the open.”Her voice was steady, oddly comforting despite its firmness. I nodded, hugging myself as a gust of cold wind swept through the trees. It carried the scent of damp earth and pine needles, a stark contrast to the dryness of the desert I had crossed. My mind lingered on Amari, his tiny hands, his soft cry the night I was taken. The memory made my throat tighten painfully.The hunter

The forest woke slowly around us, soft beams of morning light slipping between the trees like warm fingers reaching for the earth. My legs were tired, scraped from branches and long hours of walking, but I kept going because Leo stayed right beside me, steady and watchful.“We’re close,” he said, brushing aside a low branch so I could pass. “Draven’s group is sweeping this entire side of the forest. If we keep going, he will find you. I promise.”His voice carried a confidence that wrapped around me like comfort.Last night had been chaos. The rogue camp, the escape, the fear. And then Leo appearing like a miracle, pulling me out of the danger, lifting me from the ground and telling me, again and again, “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”But this morning, this morning felt different.Hope.Real hope.Every step I took made my heart beat faster, not from exhaustion, but from the feeling that I was finally, truly going home.I clutched the edge of Leo’s cloak as we maneuvered between tree