All Chapters of Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Elara’s POVThe photograph stayed in my mind long after Axel left the room, even after Ruin locked the nursery door. We checked the security monitors one final time before we tried to sleep, but we were unsuccessful. The words unsettled me more than the threats themselves, not because I understood what they meant, but because I did not.Ruin barely slept that night. I felt it every time he shifted beside me or got up quietly to check messages from the overnight patrol teams downstairs.By morning, exhaustion sat heavily across the entire house. Still, something surprised me when I came downstairs carrying Aurelia into the kitchen shortly after sunrise; normal life continued.Dean argued with Luis about coffee again. Sofia stood near the counter sorting groceries while music played softly from somebody’s phone speaker across the room.The atmosphere felt careful, but not consumed by fear. The club had learned how to carry tension without letting it poison every moment; that realisation

Elara’s POVThe alarm turned out to be a false perimeter trigger. One of the newer guards accidentally activated the emergency system while checking the motion sensors on the east fence during the storm. By the time Ruin and Axel confirmed there was no active threat, the entire estate had already awakened, and nobody complained. That surprised me more than it should have.Months ago, tension like this would have spread frustration through the entire club. Fear made people short-tempered and reactive back then, but now most of the members simply reset the system, exchanged tired jokes, and returned to work or sleep without emotional fallout. Even after the adrenaline faded, I stayed awake beside the nursery window watching rain slide slowly down the glass.Ruin eventually returned upstairs sometime after two in the morning looking exhausted.“Everything is clear,” he said quietly.“I figured", I replied.He loosened his shirt collar while walking toward me. “You should have gone back t

Elara’s POVThe old river property had been abandoned for nearly four years; nobody used it anymore after the warehouse fire that had almost killed three members during one of the earlier wars between rival groups. The land still technically belonged to the club, but Ruin shut operations there down permanently after taking leadership.It was too isolated, exposed, and tied to old violence. That was why the message unsettled him immediately, not because lights being turned on automatically meant danger but because somebody wanted attention badly enough to risk entering abandoned territory connected to the club’s history.Still, what surprised me most was what happened next. Ruin did not leave immediately. Months ago, he would already have been halfway out the door before explaining anything to anyone. Instead, he picked up the phone and called Axel first.“I got the alert,” Axel answered immediately. “I already dispatched a perimeter team.”Ruin glanced toward me briefly before speakin

Elara’s POVNobody slept after Axel revealed what they found at the river property. The atmosphere inside the estate shifted immediately, not into panic, but into something colder and heavier. Old violence had a way of changing the emotional temperature of a room even before facts appeared.Ruin stood near the library window while Axel explained everything again in more detail.“One of the patrol teams noticed disturbed ground behind the burnt warehouse,” Axel said. “At first, they thought it was animal activity.”“And then?” Ruin asked quietly.“They uncovered human remains,” Axel replied.The room stayed silent, and I sat on the couch nearby, listening carefully while tension tightened slowly beneath my ribs.“Recent?” Ruin asked.“No,” Axel answered. “The body has been there a long time.”That mattered – not an active threat, not a fresh murder, but something old and buried. Still dangerous emotionally.Ruin crossed his arms tightly. “Identification?”“Not yet. The medical examiner

Elara’s POVThe letter stayed unopened for almost two days, which alone showed how much Ruin had changed. The old version of him would have torn the envelope open immediately, searching for answers before emotion could interfere. He would have locked himself inside his office, obsessed over every sentence, and chased whatever truth emerged no matter how destructive it became, but now he waited, not out of fear but out of intention.He wanted to approach it calmly instead of through anger; that difference mattered more than he realised. The envelope sat on the dining room table through breakfast the next morning while rain tapped softly against the estate windows.Aurelia slept peacefully in the portable cradle beside us while Sofia argued with Dean about grocery inventory.“You bought six jars of pickles,” Sofia said.“They were discounted,” Dean replied.“We do not need six jars,” Sofia said.“We might be emotional,", Dean whispered.Luis walked into the kitchen halfway through the c