All Chapters of Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Elara’s POVBy two in the morning, I was beginning to understand why sleep deprivation qualified as psychological warfare. Aurelia had been awake for almost three hours, not crying continuously; that would have been easier somehow. Instead, she drifted through unpredictable cycles of fussing, brief calm, suspicious silence, and sudden screaming powerful enough to shake the entire emotional stability of the house.I sat cross-legged near the centre of the bed, holding her carefully against my shoulder while trying not to look as exhausted as I felt. Across the room, Ruin paced slowly with a bottle in one hand and the expression of a man losing a battle he could not physically fight.“She ate already,” he muttered.“I know,” I whispered.“She was changed.” He said.“I know,” I replied.“She cannot still be hungry.” He said.I looked at him tiredly. “She is a baby, not a hostage negotiator.”Aurelia immediately released another offended cry directly beside my ear, and Ruin stopped pacing

Elara’s POVBy the middle of the month, exhaustion stopped feeling temporary; it became part of the structure of our days, not unbearable, not dramatic, just constant.Aurelia’s sleep schedule still changed without warning, which meant ours changed too; some nights she slept peacefully for hours, other nights she treated rest like a personal insult and dragged both of us through endless pacing, feeding, soothing, and guessing.I had not realised how deeply exhaustion could settle into the body until now. My muscles still ached from recovery some mornings, and my back hurt constantly from carrying Aurelia for hours at a time. Even simple things like washing my hair or finishing breakfast uninterrupted started feeling strangely luxurious, and Ruin looked tired too, not emotionally distant but physically worn down.He hid it better than most people would have, but I noticed the details anyway. His reactions had become slower, the silences longer, and he often rubbed one hand over his fac

Elara’s POVThe knock at the door turned out to be nothing dangerous; that fact alone irritated all of us more than it probably should have. A courier had arrived late with paperwork regarding one of the club’s legal properties. Axel only called Ruin downstairs because the man refused to leave the documents without a signature – no threat, no attack, no emergency, just ordinary business. Still, after the courier left, the tension lingered inside the estate longer than expected.I noticed it immediately in Ruin, not panic but readiness. His shoulders stayed tight through the rest of the evening. His attention shifted toward every sound automatically; even during dinner, he kept glancing toward the windows without realising it, and if I was honest with myself, I understood why, because I felt unsettled too. Fear once kept us alive, and that made it difficult to stop listening to it completely.Later that night Aurelia finally fell asleep after nearly an hour of refusing rest for reasons

Elara’s POVThe man on the motorcycle turned out to be harmless, a former club business, nothing dangerous. Still, the interruption lingered in the atmosphere long after dinner ended, not because of fear, but because old instincts remained difficult to silence completely.By the time the house finally settled for the night, exhaustion rested heavily over everyone again. Sofia disappeared upstairs first after announcing that if Aurelia woke before sunrise she was “officially resigning from aunt responsibilities.” Axel laughed at her. Dean nearly fell asleep on the couch. Even Ruin looked drained by the end of the evening.Yet somehow peace still wrapped around the estate quietly, not dramatic happiness but something steadier like real. I stood alone in the nursery doorway watching Aurelia sleep while soft yellow light filled the room, she looked impossibly small inside the crib. One tiny hand rested near her face while her breathing stayed deep and even. For several moments I simply s

Elara’s POVFor weeks, Aurelia had been changing a little every day; the changes were small enough that sometimes I only noticed them when I looked back. She stayed awake longer now; her eyes followed movement around the room more often; she recognised familiar voices; she turned toward sounds she liked; every new thing felt important; and every tiny milestone became a celebration, at least for us—especially for Ruin. He tried to act calm about it, but he failed every time.Three months ago, this was a man who commanded loyalty through fear and respect, but now he spends entire afternoons attempting to convince a baby to smile. I stood in the kitchen doorway one morning watching him make another attempt. Aurelia sat securely in a baby seat on the counter while Sofia prepared coffee nearby. Ruin crouched directly in front of his daughter with complete seriousness.“Aurelia.”She blinked. Ruin made a strange face; nothing happened. He tried another expression; still nothing. Then Sofia