His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

TESSA.The door slammed.The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot, sharp enough that I flinched hard, my whole body jolting as if it had hit me instead. The echo lingered in my ears long after it faded down the hallway.And then there was nothing.No footsteps. No voice. Just the hollow space he left behind.My legs gave out before my mind could catch up. I slid down against the wall, breath tearing out of me in broken pieces as my chest folded in on itself. The room felt too small, too tight, like the air had been sucked out with him.I pressed my fist to my mouth, but it didn’t stop the sound. The sob came anyway—raw, ugly, uncontrollable.The door opened again.I barely registered it until footsteps rushed toward me. Adeline’s voice followed, softer now, cautious. “I think Jaxson was just finding it hard to breathe—”Her words cut off when she saw me.I felt her before I saw her. Arms wrapped around me, firm and grounding, pulling me into her chest like she was trying to h

I woke up to warmth.Not the sharp, restless kind that came from alcohol burning through my veins, or the suffocating kind that followed nightmares. This was different. Calm.My eyes opened slowly, and the first thing I saw was Tessa.Her head rested on my chest, her hair fanned across my skin, her breathing slow and even. Each rise and fall of her chest pressed softly against me, grounding me in a way nothing else ever had. My arm was wrapped around her without me remembering when I’d pulled her in like this. Like instinct had taken over while I slept.I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken up like this.The last time sleep hadn’t been a fight. The last time my mind hadn’t been loud with guilt, anger, and regret. The last time I hadn’t needed a drink just to shut everything off long enough to rest.My chest felt… quiet.I looked down at her like I needed to convince myself she wasn’t something my brain had made up. Her lashes rested against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted,

I reached class with seconds to spare, sliding into my seat just as the lecturer walked in, his shoes echoing against the tiled floor. My chest was still warm, like something soft had been stitched into it overnight. I sat there, pen poised above my notebook, trying to focus while my thoughts kept drifting back to the feel of Jaxson’s arm around me, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek.For once, my mind wasn’t racing ahead to worst-case scenarios. It wasn’t replaying old mistakes on a cruel loop. It was… quiet.The lecturer’s voice droned on about theories and frameworks, but I wrote anyway. Every now and then, I caught myself smiling at nothing. At everything.When the lecture finally ended and chairs scraped back, I packed my bag and stepped outside into the open air. The campus buzzed with life—students laughing, footsteps crunching against gravel paths, leaves rustling above—but none of it overwhelmed me. I pulled out my phone to text Adeline.Me: Hey, I just fi

I followed Nova outside.“Nova,” I called, my voice cracking as I stepped after her.She didn’t slow down. Didn’t turn. Just kept walking like she hadn’t heard me at all.“Nova, please,” I said again, picking up my pace.My chest burned as I ran after her, fear tightening around my ribs. I reached out and grabbed her hand.She yanked it away like my touch burned her.“What is wrong with you!?” Nova snapped, spinning around.I froze for half a second. The anger in her eyes hit harder than I expected.“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I just want to talk.”She shook her head and turned away again. “I don’t want to talk.”I followed behind her, my steps uneven. “I know I wronged you. I disappointed everyone. I came back to apologize.”She stopped walking.Then she laughed—a sharp, bitter sound that made my stomach twist.“Go back to wherever you came from,” she said. “We don’t need you here.”Something in me snapped.“Can you just listen to me!” I shouted, my voice rising, sharp with pain.S

It was Sunday morning.That quiet kind of morning where everything felt slow and heavy like the world knew we were leaving.I sat on the edge of the bed, my suitcase already zipped, my hands resting on top of it like if I let go, everything would unravel again. Jaxson stood by the window, phone in his hand, staring at nothing. We didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to. New York still held pieces of me. Pieces of us.But London was where I was learning how to breathe again.When we walked downstairs, Ryder and Cole were already there. Nova sat on the arm of the couch, legs crossed, pretending to scroll through her phone but very obviously watching me.“So,” Ryder said, breaking the silence, “you’re really leaving.”I nodded. My throat felt tight, but I didn’t look away. I wasn’t running this time. “Yeah.”Jaxson stepped closer to me, his arm brushing mine. “I have already transferred to King’s College. It’s done. And Tessa… She has already built something there. A life. A family.”Cole s