Semua Bab His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

DRAVEN'S POINT OF VIEWThe first thing I felt when I woke was the weight of hair across my chest, silky strands brushing over my skin like chains I hadn’t asked for. The faint scent of rosewater clung to them, delicate and too sweet for my taste. I blinked against the early morning light leaking through the curtains, heavy lids adjusting to the shape curled beside me.Ms. Blackwood.Her face was calm, lips parted slightly in sleep, her arm wrapped around me as if she belonged here. As if the night hadn’t been what it really was me, taking what I needed until my body collapsed from exhaustion.I didn’t expect her to come back. Not after the way I’d treated her last time, rough, merciless, reminding her that I wasn’t a man who offered softness. Most women who tasted that side of me never dared return. But she had.Of course, I never apologized. That word didn’t exist in my vocabulary. I didn’t bow my head, not to anyone.Her lashes fluttered open, and she lifted her chin, eyes glazed wi

I swore to myself that night, standing in the ashes of what was left of my dignity, that I would never again be the weak Liora who clung to Draven like he was my only breath. That girl died the moment he accused me in front of everyone, denied our bond, denied our child, and let Ms. Blackwood’s venom drown me. My love for him, the devotion that kept me chained despite the cruelty, I buried it beneath the raw, unshakable anger in my chest. If my heart still beat for him, then it would beat as a reminder of pain, not love.I would not waste another tear.By the time I reached the corridor leading to my old room, my eyes burned dry, my steps heavy but steady. I would pack my things and walk out of this cursed house if it killed me. Draven could keep his lies, his pride, his pack. He had already destroyed every part of me that believed in him. What remained was mine, and I would protect it. I would protect my child.The door creaked behind me just as my hand touched the knob of my old roo

The tires crunched over gravel as Alpha Jacob’s car rolled into the courtyard of his estate. The moonlight spilled over the sprawling house, its windows glowing warmly against the night. It was not as cold or imposing as Draven’s estate, this one breathed a quiet strength, a place built to protect, not to imprison.As soon as we stepped out, eight maids lined the steps, bowing deeply in unison. Their eyes flicked nervously between me and Jacob, clearly trained to read their Alpha’s moods.“Listen carefully,” Jacob said, his tone deep, commanding but without the sting of cruelty.“You will show her the same respect you show me. If I hear otherwise, if I even sense disobedience, no one here will keep their place.”The maids’ heads lowered even further, their voices trembling as they chorused, “Yes, Alpha.”A shiver ran down my spine at his words not from fear, but from the sheer authority in them. He had not said it with malice, only with an edge of warning, a reminder of the strength h

Draven’s Point of viewThe first thing I felt when my eyes opened was the pounding in my skull. The second was the bitter taste of last night’s liquor still clinging to my tongue. And the third, the one that clawed deeper than any hangover ever could was the faint warmth at my side.Ms. Blackwood.Her perfume clung to the sheets, sweet and suffocating, but it wasn’t what made my stomach twist. It was the realization of what her presence in my bed meant. I had been drunk, so far gone I barely remembered anything after the bottle slipped from my hand but not enough to forget who I truly wanted beside me.Liora.Her name burned through my mind like a curse. I turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling, jaw tightening until my teeth ground together.No, she didn’t leave. She couldn’t have. Liora’s not capable of walking away. She lives for the scraps of attention I give her, clings to the bond like it’s her lifeline. She can scream and cry and run all she wants, but she’ll come back. She

Liora’s Point of ViewFor a moment, I could only stare at him, my breath trembling in my throat. His words struck something inside me, something raw and dangerous, as if he’d pulled the ground out from under everything I had clung to.“Jacob…” My voice wavered, caught between denial and longing.His hand didn’t move, still resting lightly against my hair, his thumb brushing just above my temple. The gentleness undid me more than any harsh word could have. I had been braced for cruelty all my life, but never tenderness. Tenderness felt far more perilous.“You’ve given everything to a bond that gave you nothing back,” Jacob said quietly.“You’ve bled for it, suffered for it, begged for it to mean what it should. And still, he treated you as if you were nothing. Tell me, Liora… does that sound like a mate to you or a husband?”I shook my head, tears slipping despite my efforts to hold them back.“No. But I still feel it. That tie. That pull that won’t let go.”His storm-gray eyes softene