Semua Bab His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Bab 21 - Bab 30

LIORA'S Point of viewThe next morning, I jolted upright to the sharp crash of glass hitting the floor.My heart thudded as my eyes flew open but I was still on the sofa and blanket tangled around my legs. Cheek pressed against the cushion I’d buried my face in sometime after he’d barked his last order at me.But the sound wasn’t from a dream.Draven stood near the dresser, half-dressed, bare-chested, eyes blazing with silent fury. His right arm hung stiffly at his side, shoulder wrapped in bandages that peeked through his open shirt. A shattered water glass lay at his feet.He looked like a man ready to burn the whole house down.“Get up.”The words weren’t shouted, but they cracked like a slap.I shot to my feet, still blinking the haze of sleep from my eyes.“I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”He turned sharply. “Don’t talk. Just fucking move.”I flinched, and silence bloomed between us, thick and cold.“I can’t get this damn shirt on with one arm,” he ground out, holding it toward

My jaw clenched so tight it cracked. That fucking bastard.He was standing way too close. Closer than any man had a right to be near her. His hand moved like he might touch her arm or worse, her face. And that smile… like he knew something I didn’t. Like he thought he had a shot. And she wasn’t flinching. She wasn’t backing away. She was listening to him.My blood boiled. Heat shot up from my ribs like wildfire. My muscles twitched under the bandages barely holding me together. I didn’t care. I’d tear them open again if it meant I could slam my fist through Lucas’s smug face.I pushed forward. My first step wobbled, pain screaming through my body. My arm burned like fire, a sharp reminder of how useless I was right now. I couldn’t even raise my hand without pain shooting down to my fingertips.“Alpha?” a voice called from behind probably one of the guards but I didn’t answer.I kept going.I gripped the stair rail so hard my knuckles went white. Every step felt like thunder pounding i

Draven’s Point of ViewI wanted to drown in the bottle. To empty it down my fucking throat until I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. Until her face stopped bleeding into every corner of my mind. I didn’t want this.I didn’t want her.I poured another glass of wine, sloshing it too fast and spilling over the rim. Didn’t care. I didn’t even taste it anymore. Just bitterness. Just heat. Just something to shut up the chaos storming behind my ribs.This wasn’t about jealousy. No. It wasn’t about her soft lips parting when she looked at me like she wanted to be kissed. Or how her voice trembled when she lied and said she was fine. This wasn’t about how she looked at Lucas like he was the only person who gave a damn whether she lived or died.No, fuck no. This was about control.This was about putting the daughter of Alaric Hale in her place beneath me, broken, owned.That’s why I brought her here.That’s why I made her sleep on the damn sofa.So why the fuck couldn’t I stop imagining her in my

It was Luna. I turned slowly to face her, trying to keep my face neutral, but I knew I looked like hell. The wind had tangled my hair, and my eyes were swollen from crying. She saw all of it. Saw right through me like always.“I just needed some air,” I said softly, unable to meet her eyes.She glanced past me, toward the trees behind the pack house. “He’s looking for you, Liora.”My heart stuttered.Luna stepped forward, lowering her voice. “And he’s mad. Real mad. He asked for you twice already, then broke a whiskey glass when no one answered.”I swallowed hard, pulse thundering in my ears. “Did… did he ask where I went?”“No. But it won’t take him long to figure it out.” Her gaze sharpened. “Especially if he catches even a trace of another wolf on you.”It’s Lucas. I stepped back instinctively, the panic clawing up my throat. My eyes darted to the hallway, to the doors, the staircase anywhere he might appear.“Luna…” My voice cracked. “You have to help me.”“I’m already helping you

Draven’s voice exploded through the courtyard like a thunderclap.“Enough.”The sound of it rooted the maids where they stood, freezing them mid-blow. Zena’s hand was still tangled in my hair, and Marla’s grip still crushed my wrist. But their faces turned ghost-pale the moment they saw who was standing just a few feet away.Alpha Draven. The storm.His eyes locked on them like the barrel of a loaded gun, dark, savage, completely unhinged. His chest heaved, lips drawn back, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap.He looked ready to kill.Zena was the first to speak, her voice trembling. “A-Alpha, it’s not what it looks like…”“No?” His voice dropped low, dangerous. “Then what exactly does it look like to you, Zena?”Her mouth opened, but no words came out.“Because to me,” he snarled, stalking forward, “it looks like you’re laying your filthy hands on my wife.”He shoved Zena off me with one hand, and she stumbled back so fast she nearly tripped over her laundry basket. I