The Alpha Biker's Healer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

ALPHA JARON'S POVI could feel her before I even saw her, the soft rhythm of her heartbeat threading through the air like a promise. My hands found hers, and I held them tightly, unwilling to let go. My lips brushed against her temple, lingering just long enough to taste the warmth of her skin.“I love you,” I murmured, voice low and steady, yet trembling with everything I felt. Her eyes widened slightly, and a shiver ran down my spine as she leaned closer, pressing her forehead to mine.“I love you too,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet it rang in my chest like the clearest bell.Our lips met then, slow and deliberate, each movement of the kiss deepening the bond that pulsed between us. I cupped her face, feeling the heat of her skin, the softness of her features, the undeniable pull of our mate bond threading tighter with every heartbeat.She laughed softly at something unspoken, her hand resting against my chest, curling around me as if she could anchor herself in the m

“Mom,” I said gently, my voice trembling against how hard I was trying to remain calm, “promise me you won’t open the door for him again. Promise me you won’t let him pull you back into that same pain.”For a heartbeat, for a full fragile second, all I heard was her breathing. Soft. Broken. Lost.Then she whispered, “I… can’t promise that.”Everything inside me stopped.The hallway, the stairs, the packhouse around me… it all faded under the sharp sting spreading across my chest. Her words were quiet, yes, but they sliced right through every wall I had spent years building to protect both of us.“Mom,” I whispered, disbelief cracking my voice. “What do you mean you can’t promise that?”She let out a tiny sob, and this time I felt it like a punch straight to the ribs. “I’m sorry,” she said, voice shaking. “I don’t know if I can turn him away if he comes again. I know what he did. I haven’t forgotten. I’m not stupid. I know he only came to you for money, Lia… but I also… I also want to

No. I wouldn’t allow it. Even the thought sent something sharp crawling up the back of my neck.I tightened my grip on my wheelchair’s handles and shifted my attention away. I forced my expression to settle into something blank, bored, detached, my usual armor. The one thing I was sure she expected from me.Not whatever pathetic thing had driven me to send flowers in the first place.Dr. Ford lifted her gaze then, following the direction of the room’s movement, and her eyes landed on me.She froze.Not a dramatic freeze. Not the wide-eyed panic of prey caught in the open. But a subtle stillness. A quiet, restrained stop, like something inside her spine snapped straight.Her fingers brushed the petals of the bouquet once, slow, almost hesitant, as if she was afraid they’d crumble at her touch. Her expression softened just a little, so little no one else would notice, but I did.I hated that I noticed.She cleared her throat a moment later, pulling herself back to her professional mask.

"She collapsed early this morning. I… I called an ambulance and brought her here.”my father answered.I swallowed hard, panic clawing at my throat. “What? Where… which hospital? Tell me now.”He hesitated for only a moment before giving me the name and address. “St. Michael’s. I stayed with her until they admitted her. She’s stable now, but they’re keeping her under observation.”Without thinking, I grabbed my bag and bolted out of the house.“I’m going there. I’ll take a cab!” I didn’t wait for him to respond.My legs carried me faster than I thought possible, my mind a storm of fear and fury.The city blurred past as the cab sped along the roads. I barely noticed the buildings, the traffic, the honking horns. All I could think about was my mother lying in a hospital bed, possibly unconscious, possibly in pain.When the cab pulled up in front of St. Michael’s, I nearly threw myself out, handing the driver the money with trembling hands. I ran into the hospital, my heels clicking shar

I slowed my steps, keeping just enough distance so he wouldn’t notice me. His shoulders were tight, his stance uneasy, like he was caught between guilt and panic. I could only hear fragments from where I stood, but each word was sharp enough to slice through the silence of the corridor.“Please… I’m begging you. Just give me an extension,” he whispered harshly into the phone, his voice strained. “I told you I’m working on it. I just need more time.”My stomach dropped.Extension?Time for what?He turned slightly, just enough that his face came into view. His jaw was clenched, eyes shut tight. Not like a man annoyed at a business call. Not like a man dealing with work.No.Like a man drowning.“I said I’ll get the money, didn’t I?” he hissed. “I just need the perfect moment to ask her. She’s still weak. I can’t just ask for a million pesos right now. Can’t you understand that?”A million pesos.A million.My mouth fell open. I took a step back so fast my heel almost slipped on the flo