All Chapters of Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Elara’s POVThe vehicles stopped outside the gate without forcing their way in, which alone lowered the tension slightly. Still, the entire clubhouse reacted immediately. Conversations inside cut off mid-sentence, chairs scraped against floors, and members moved toward positions they had occupied so many times before that the motions felt instinctive, not panicked but prepared.I stood near the kitchen entrance holding Aurelia against my chest while Ruin and Axel stepped back inside from the courtyard. The shift in Ruin happened instantly when he saw the headlights through the front windows; old instincts woke fast. But this time, something else happened too. He did not immediately take control of the room.Axel moved first. “Everyone stay calm,” he said firmly. “Nobody escalates unless we know what the situation is.”People listened, and that still surprised me every time. Ruin glanced toward him briefly, then nodded once in agreement instead of overriding him. Dean headed toward the

Elara’s POVI read Ruin’s message twice before looking up from my phone.Sofia noticed my expression immediately. “What happened?”I showed her the screen silently, and her face hardened at once. “That explains why Axel stopped answering my calls,” she muttered.My stomach tightened. “Do you think it is connected to the man contacting Ruin?”“Probably,” she replied honestly. “Or somebody wants us to think it is.”Neither possibility felt comforting, so we stayed in town another hour while Axel coordinated security updates from the estate remotely. The delay frustrated me more than I expected. Part of me wanted to drive straight back and see everything myself, even knowing that would only create more complications.Still, beneath the anxiety, determination remained stronger. For the first time since arriving at the club, I had stepped into something that was mine: not survival, not recovery, not war but a future.I refused to let fear drag me backward immediately. By the time Sofia and

Elara’s POVThe church smelled like rain, dust, and old wood. By the time Sofia and I arrived, several club members already stood outside the building near the east road. Their motorcycles lined the gravel shoulder beneath grey evening skies while flashing portable lights cut through the darkness gathering around the property, and nobody spoke loudly.The silence felt wrong and heavy.Ruin met me halfway between the road and the church entrance, his expression tight enough that my stomach twisted immediately.“Do not go inside yet,” he said quietly.Too late, I already saw the look in his eyes, not panic but protectiveness, and that frightened me more.“What happened?” I asked.“Someone broke in sometime this afternoon,” Axel answered from nearby. “The caretaker found it an hour ago.”I looked past them toward the open church doors. “And Aurelia’s name?”Ruin exhaled slowly before speaking. “It is painted behind the altar.”Cold moved through me instantly. For one terrible second, fea

Elara’s POVThe garage went completely still after the guard spoke; every trace of the earlier argument disappeared instantly beneath a heavier kind of tension.Ruin stepped forward first. “Where exactly?” he asked calmly.The guard glanced at the radio in his hand. “Gas station camera outside the north highway exit. The plate matched records tied to Nikolai Volkov.”Axel moved closer immediately. “When was the sighting?”“About twenty minutes ago.”Nobody spoke for a second after that.I watched the shift move through the room carefully. Fear was there again, but different from before. Months ago, panic would have spread fast. Orders would have started flying immediately while everybody prepared for violence before understanding the situation fully. Now, people waited, not frozen but controlled.Ruin noticed it too.I could tell by the way his expression changed slightly as he looked around the garage that nobody was spiralling and nobody was looking at him like a weapon waiting to b

Elara’s POVThe sound of approaching motorcycles cut through the estate like a warning siren – not one engine, at least six or maybe more. The noise grew louder fast enough that everyone in the courtyard reacted immediately. Guards moved toward assigned positions without shouting over one another while lights along the outer perimeter brightened automatically across the property.What struck me first was not the tension; it was the order. Nobody ran blindly or panicked. The structure Axel and Ruin had spent months building moved into place naturally under pressure.Carter straightened beside me immediately. “I need to get to the south rotation point.”He did not wait for permission after saying it. He simply moved. I watched him disappear across the courtyard before turning toward the front gate, where Ruin and Axel were already coordinating security positions.“Visual confirmation yet?” Axel asked on the radio.“Negative,” a guard answered through static. “Still approaching from the