Semua Bab His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The sound of boots echoed closer and closer until the guard appeared at the far end of the corridor. His torchlight flickered against the stone walls, throwing shadows across his face. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with the arrogance of a man who thought he owned the world.Luna’s hand tightened around mine. I turned to her, my heart racing. “What do we do?” I whispered, my throat raw with fear.Her eyes narrowed with sharp calculation. “We use him.”“Use him?” I repeated, confused.She leaned closer, her lips almost at my ear. “He looks like the type who cannot resist a woman’s attention. Let me handle this.”I shook my head violently. “No, Luna, it’s too dangerous. He’ll..”But she gave me a look that silenced me instantly, a look that told me she had already made up her mind. “Trust me,” she whispered firmly. “If we don’t take this chance, we may never get out of here.”The guard finally stopped outside our cell, smirking as his eyes roamed over us like we were

I wanted to scream, to tear his voice from my head, to rip away the invisible chains he had wrapped around me. My fists clenched against the sheets until my nails pressed crescents into my palms.But the moment the echo of his boots faded down the corridor, I pushed myself up. Pain shot through my ribs, but I bit it back. I wouldn’t stay here. Not while Luna lay in the healing room, her fate uncertain. He might command the pack with a single word, but he couldn’t command my heart.I swung my legs off the bed and tested my weight carefully. The floor felt uneven, my knees quivering under the strain, but anger steadied me more than strength. I moved toward the door, each step a rebellion. If Draven caught me, so be it. At least I would have seen her. At least she would know I hadn’t abandoned her.The hallway was dim, sconces along the stone walls flickering with weak amber light. My body protested with every move, my breath shallow from the ache in my chest, but I pressed on. Servants

DRAVEN’S POVThe burn of liquor clawed its way down my throat, but it did nothing to put out the fire raging in me. I sat in the dim glow of my room, bottle in hand, my knuckles aching from how tight I gripped the glass. Her voice, those trembling words she had dared to throw in my face, still echoed inside my skull, poisoning me with their defiance.It doesn’t mean that because you’re Alpha, you can control me.She had never spoken to me like that before. Not once. She had lowered her head, swallowed her pain, endured my wrath in silence. I made her my target, my outlet, my proof that Alaric Hale’s bloodline could suffer as much as my mother had. And she had taken it all. Quietly. Always quietly. Until tonight.Why now?I tipped the bottle again, the bitter taste cutting through the dryness of my throat. The liquor blurred nothing. Instead, it sharpened the questions gnawing at my mind.Why would she fight back now, just for Luna?Or was it something else?A darker thought coiled thr

The back alley of a bar was dark and reeking of stale smoke, but it was quiet enough that I could breathe without the bass of the music rattling my skull. My boots scraped against gravel as I leaned against the wall, staring up at the slice of night sky. Clouds smothered the stars, the moon hiding behind them like a coward.I pulled a cigarette from my jacket, lit it, and dragged deep until my lungs burned. The nicotine did little to calm me, but it gave my hands something to do besides ball into fists.Her words. Always her f*cking words.The sound of her voice slipped into my veins like venom, coiling, biting, spreading poison where I should feel nothing. She didn’t know what she was talking about. She couldn’t. She was a Alaric Hale’s daughter. The man who ruined everything. The man whose face I’ll never forget.And yet she looked at me with those eyes like she was certain. Like she held the truth I’d been denied.I growled low in my throat, crushing the cigarette into the wall so

LIORA’S POVMy pulse thundered so loud it drowned out everything else. His birthday. The words clung to me curling into my chest and stealing the air from my lungs.The last time I stood near Draven’s birthday table, I was just a girl. Fourteen, gawky and awkward, my hair falling into my eyes as I tried to steal glances at him from across the room. He had not been Alpha yet, only the shadow of the man he would become, but even then he carried a weight that made everyone fall silent when he entered.Back then, I did not care about the titles, the fear, or the way his presence swallowed every corner. I only knew that I liked him, more than I should have, more than what was right. And now, years later, fate had twisted us into something crueler, binding me to him as wife, as mate, as the woman he swore he hated.Even so, the thought of standing at his side again on that day made my heart stir with a reckless hope I could not admit aloud. I wanted to celebrate with him. Not as the fragile