บททั้งหมดของ His to Break: The Biker Alpha's Hated Mate: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Alpha Draven stood outside the gate, his tall figure cloaked in black. His presence was still the same, commanding, dark, magnetic. He was watching me with eyes that burned like amber in the morning light, and in that gaze was something I hadn’t seen before, something raw, fragile, almost human.For a moment, my throat locked, my words trapped beneath all the years of pain and misunderstanding. My little boy stirred in my arms, his small hand reaching up to tug at my hair. That tiny touch gave me the strength I needed.“Alpha Draven,” I called softly, stepping forward, my voice trembling though I tried to hide it. “Please… I need to stay here.”He didn’t move at first. His eyes swept from my face to the child in my arms, then back again. The way his expression softened almost broke me. I knew he already recognized the boy—the resemblance was undeniable. The same dark hair, the same piercing eyes. Our child. His son.I swallowed hard. “I know you have every reason to send me away,” I w

Her mouth opened, then closed again, but the fire in her expression faltered beneath his stare. The room’s air thickened; even my breathing felt wrong to disturb it. Draven’s authority didn’t need to be shouted, it lived in every measured syllable, every quiet exhale that dared no interruption.He walked closer, his steps deliberate, the weight of his dominance pressing down like a storm about to break. “You’re forgetting something, Celeste,” he said, his voice low, laced with iron. “You may be the mother of my child, but that doesn’t give you the right to insult her.”Her painted smile cracked. “Draven, I’m only telling the truth,” she said bitterly, crossing her arms. “You’ve been blinded again. You think she deserves to walk in here and take everything we built? After all she’s done? After all—”“Don’t.” His voice sliced through hers, calm but cutting. “Don’t rewrite what never belonged to you.”She blinked, confusion and anger flashing in her eyes. “What are you saying?”Draven’s

I took his hand, letting him guide me along the garden path. The morning air smelled of damp earth and wildflowers, a quiet contrast to the tension that had always clung to this place. Draven walked beside me, his steps measured, his presence heavy yet somehow comforting."You’ve been different," I said after a while, trying to sound casual though my heart felt like it was hammering. "I mean, all of this… the way you interact with Amari, with me… it’s… unexpected."He glanced at me, his eyes softened by the sunlight. "I’ve had time to think," he said quietly. "To realize what mattered. What matters."I swallowed hard, unsure if I wanted to hear the rest. "And?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."And you," he said simply. His hand brushed mine, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "I was an idiot, blinded by anger. I hated your father for things I didn’t understand. I let that hatred control me, controlled how I treated you."I stopped walking and turned to face him,

The rest of the morning passed quietly, almost too quietly. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, soft and golden, as if the world itself was trying to soothe me. I could still hear the echo of Amari’s laughter from earlier, the memory of Draven’s strong arms holding our son. For a fleeting moment, it felt like everything was finally settling into peace.When Amari fell asleep for his morning nap, I decided to make some coffee. The smell filled the kitchen, warm and comforting, and I leaned against the counter, wrapping my hands around the mug. My thoughts drifted back to Draven’s smile, the way he looked at me this morning as if I was something precious.But peace never lasted long in this house.“Liora.”The voice cut through the quiet, sharp and cold. My heart skipped. I turned and froze.Ms. Blackwood stood in the doorway, her posture perfectly straight, her eyes like shards of glass. Her beauty was severe, every moveme

The words lodged somewhere between comfort and command. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. Stay with me. It wasn’t a plea, not from a man like Draven. It was a declaration carved out of control and necessity. His hand lingered around mine, rough palm against trembling skin, and I couldn’t tell if he meant to reassure or to bind.The room had emptied of sound except for the low hum of tension that always followed him. Every gaze that lingered too long flicked away when he turned his head. Whatever fragile balance I had broken by speaking was already gone, replaced by something heavier, something binding.“I don’t belong in your plans,” I said quietly, forcing my voice to steady. “You made that clear a long time ago.”His jaw tightened, a faint ripple of restraint in his features. “Things change,” he replied.I almost laughed, but the sound caught in my throat. “Do they?”He didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed on mine, steady and unreadable. There was no anger there this time, o