Biker StepBrother Chases Me Back

Emma's POV“What do you mean that you’re getting remarried tomorrow?” I asked my mother, my voice breaking as disbelief clawed through me.She was getting remarried and tomorrow of all days. And of all the people in the world, it was to the alpha of the SilverFang pack.“You promised me that you’d be single until we found father, Mother. You told me that you’d wait for him. You said you’d reunite our family,” I sobbed, my words tumbling out as I stared at her, searching for even a flicker of feeling. But there was none. Not a single hint that she cared what I was going through. Instead, she was preoccupied with the boxes of luxury items strewn across the table.Now the source of her newfound wealth all made sense. The strange, extravagant things she’d been flaunting these past weeks which was a lifestyle so foreign to us. We were omegas and poor and she was a janitor at a restaurant after she got sacked from her former waitress job. The confusion I've had for so long finally ended th

Emma's POV I downed the fifth glass of alcohol I had been served at the bar, the bartender pouring according to my request, the number of glasses dictated by the money I had paid.There was still some left in the glass, but I was already too drunk to continue.“Are you alright, young lady?” the bartender asked, approaching me at the counter. I ignored him. The neon lights burned my eyes, the loud, pulsating music rattled my skull and I didn’t care about anyone or anything.The tears didn’t stop. Each time they fell, I couldn’t bring myself to wipe them away. Tonight was supposed to be the eve of my mother’s remarriage, but here I was, drowning my misery in alcohol, hoping that the burn would dull the ache inside.I stumbled to my feet, the smell of booze rippling through the air, clawing at my nose. I couldn’t stand the laughter and dancing anymore . Nor the false joy of the crowd. All I wanted was to rest my head, to cry alone until my eyes refused to shed another drop.I made my wa

Emma’s pov.The word sounded in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape.“Mate”, No. no. no. no.I ran out of the building like I was being chased by death itself.My bare feet barely registered the cold marble floors of silver fang mansion as I pushed through corridors filled with golden chandeliers and judgemental stares. The voices behind me blurred into noise, confused gasps, whispered names,someone calling after me- but I didn’t stop, not until I was outside.The cold air hit my face like a slap, snapping something fragile inside me, but I still didn’t slow down, I kept running past guards, past gates, past the manicured gardens of a world I didn’t belong to.My lungs burned all this time, and my heart was worse. Because behind me, inside that mansion, was him.Hayes.The stranger from last night.The man whom I had kissed in drunken desperation, clung to like he was the only thing keeping me alive. The man I had given myself to in a moment I could barely even remember clearly now

Hayes’ pov.“Hayes!”I stopped walking. I already knew who it was before i turned around. Jenna.She marched down the hallway in a short black dress that probably cost more than what most people in the pack made in months. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, her face twisted in annoyance.A few of her friends followed behind her, all staring at me expectantly.“What are you doing?” She demanded.“what does it look like?” I answered without a smile on my face. “I saw you coming from this wing.” She said with her arms folded.“So?”“This is where your new stepsister’s room is.”I said nothing.Jenna narrowed her eyes.“Oh my goodness,” she said slowly. “You were with her?”I exhaled.I was already exhausted. I haven’t been able to sleep. There have been no peace and now this.Ever since i found out Emma was my mate, my entire world had turned upside down.Out of all the women in the world…It had to be her.The daughter of the woman my father married.The girl i specifi

Emma’s povI couldn’t stop thinking about it. That smile. No. Not my smile. His reaction to it. Hayes had looked stunned. Like I’d just grown a second head, he’d forgotten I could even smile at all. The thought made my stomach twist. Years at Lunaris Academy, and most people looked right through me. I was wallpaper. Easier to ignore than to mock. But Hayes noticed. He noticed I called his father “sir.” He noticed I hadn’t touched my food. He noticed the damn smile. I didn’t get it. Didn’t want to get it. The less complicated this was, the better. I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. The room still didn’t feel like mine. None of it did. Not the velvet chair by the window, not the clothes in the wardrobe with tags I hadn’t cut off yet. I felt like a guest. An unwanted one. A knock pulled me out of it. “Come in.” My mother stepped through the door, and I straightened without thinking. Old habits die hard. She smiled. That alone put me on edge. My