Semua Bab His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

DRAVEN'S Point of viewThe night bled into whiskey and silence. I let the bottle drain until the burn dulled into numbness, until my body sagged heavy into the mattress and the world blurred into darkness. It wasn’t peace, never peace but it was enough to drag me under for a few hours.When morning finally clawed its way into the room, it did it like a curse. My head pounded like someone had taken a hammer to my skull, and every muscle in my body ached from liquor and restless sleep. The sun stabbed through the curtains, merciless, dragging me upright against my will.I groaned low in my throat and rubbed my face, palms grinding over tired eyes. The smell of whiskey still clung to me, sharp and sour, mixed with the faintest trace of her scent on my skin. That alone had me cursing under my breath. I shoved it down, the way I always did, forcing myself onto my feet. No Alpha shows weakness not to himself, not to anyone.The shower scalded me awake, steam filling the tiled walls, water p

LIORA’S Point of viewI let my fork drop to the plate and folded my hands together, staring at the table as if the grains of wood could hold me steady. “You’re… not what I expected,” I admitted softly.One of his brows arched. “And what did you expect?”I bit my lip, embarrassed at how small my voice sounded. “Not this. Not kindness. Not… safety.”For a moment he said nothing, then his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “Safety is not something I offer freely, Liora. It is something I guard. And only for those who need it most.”His words struck deeper than I wanted to admit. I looked up, really looking at him this time. His features were sharp, almost too sharp, like a blade honed from stone, but when his eyes softened, they stripped me of breath.“Why?” The question spilled out before I could swallow it back. “Why do you treated me so well?”Connor’s gaze dropped briefly to his clasped hands, as though searching through memories he didn’t often share. When he lifted his eyes a

The ride back to the pack house felt endless, the roar of the engines drowning out my own thoughts. I clung to Draven’s jacket, hating myself for the relief that shivered through me every time the bike lurched forward and his solid back kept me steady. I wanted to let go, to throw myself off into the darkness, but my hands wouldn’t obey. The bond tethered me even in the smallest ways, dragging me toward him when I should have been fighting free.When the bikes finally rolled into the pack grounds, I lifted my head. The house loomed against the night, dark windows watching like hollow eyes. My chest tightened when I saw her, Luna. She stood at the steps, her hands clasped, her face pale with worry.The moment my feet touched the ground, she started toward me.“Liora..” Her voice trembled, and there was something raw in her eyes that made my throat ache.But before I could take a step toward her, Draven’s voice cracked through the night like a whip.“Inside. Now.”I froze. His tone was

LIORA’S POINT OF VIEWThe doctor left with quiet instructions that I needed to rest, nothing more than exhaustion and overwork. His words should have soothed me, but they barely settled in before Luna’s voice broke through the silence, sharp with indignation.“How can you rest,” Luna said firmly, her tone like steel cutting through the stillness, “when Alpha Draven has you scrubbing his floors like you are less than a maid? Over fatigue doesn’t just happen on its own, not when you are being commanded day and night without a breath.”Her words made me freeze. My fingers twisted in the blanket that covered me, the warmth of the sheets unable to soothe the heaviness in my chest. I turned my face toward her slowly, worried Draven might still be nearby. The thought of him overhearing Luna’s outburst chilled me.“Luna,” I whispered, shaking my head, my voice small but firm. “Please. Calm down. I’m still okay. Truly.” I forced a faint smile, though my lips trembled with the effort.Her eyes,

I snapped my gaze away from him before the fire in his eyes could mirror the weakness brewing in mine. I told him to stop with his nonsense, to keep his damn mouth shut before I reminded him what it meant to challenge me.My voice cut sharper than steel, the kind of edge that usually silenced men. But Leo didn’t flinch; he only inclined his head in that infuriating way, the gesture that said he’d said his piece and wouldn’t take it back.I brushed past him without another word, my boots heavy against the floor as I stalked to my room. The door slammed behind me, shutting out the weight of his questions, but not the gnawing in my chest.The counter gleamed under the dim light, and the bottle of wine resting there called to me like a siren. I grabbed it, uncorked it, and poured the first glass with shaking hands. The crimson liquid swirled, catching the faint light like blood.I didn’t savor it. I downed it in one swallow. Then another. Then another. My throat burned, my stomach clenche