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Chapter eighty three
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2026-06-14 12:29:42
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I Rejected My Mate For The Biker Rogue Lord. Chapter eighty four
Bella's POVI was at the garage at five fifty.If anyone asked I wasn't anxious. I wanted to get a clean read on how the bike handled before the session proper. That was the reason.I unlocked the garage with the key Cade had given me three days ago after he'd gotten tired of me showing up at odd hours, pulled the door open and got to work. The eastern stretch ran smoother in the early morning before the ground warmed up and the dust lifted. We'd be done before the rest of the camp was awake.I had run it over in my head several times between midnight and five this morning before I gave up on sleep entirely. My inability to relax and trust myself was the reason I was standing in the garage ten minutes early with two cups of coffee from the mess hall going cold on the workbench.Draven arrived at six exactly.He came in through the side door in his riding gear, cut on, gloves tucked into his belt, and stopped when he saw the coffee.He picked up one of the cups without asking which one
I Rejected My Mate For The Biker Rogue Lord. Chapter eighty three
Draven's POVI found myself back at the garage at seven.The night air had a particular bite to it that came after a warm day — it settled into the back of your neck and reminded you winter wasn't far off.The track behind the main garage ran a quarter mile before it curved out of sight behind the tree line, and I could hear the engines before I cleared the building.The pack's evening ride was already running.I hadn't remembered scheduling it for tonight. Or maybe I had and hadn't registered it, which was a different problem.But I didn't want to think about why.I found Thor at the edge of the track, his arms folded, watching the riders cycle through the first bend."We moved it up an hour," he said, without looking at me."Bella said she wanted to see how the bikes handled before the light went off."I said nothing.On the track, six riders were running a loose formation, working through the curve at the end of the straight. I watched them for a moment, reading the places they wer
I Rejected My Mate For The Biker Rogue Lord. Chapter eighty two
Bella's POVTwo days since Cade handed me that socket and I'd been living in the garage ever since.Dawn to last light, oil on my hands before I'd had coffee, leaving when the crew left and sometimes after.It had taken me those two days to find the real problem.Cade's crew moved around me without much conversation but without obstruction either, which was about as good as I was going to get and I'd take it. We had gone from barely tolerating each other to something closer to a working arrangement and that was enough for now.The bike itself was well maintained. Better than I'd expected from a rogue pack that focused more on use than speed. If the bike could run then everyone was fine with it.Cade's team was good at that — someone had been taking care of Draven's bike specifically. Clean oil, solid brake lines.Whoever had been doing the maintenance knew what they were doing even if they weren't doing it systematically.But the suspension was set wrong, for a rider sitting further b
I Rejected My Mate For The Biker Rogue Lord. Chapter eighty one
Bella's POVThe mess hall was warm and smelled like coffee and something frying in the kitchen at the back.I found a seat at the end of the counter, away from the clusters of pack members eating in groups, and pointed at the coffee when the server looked at me.She poured it without asking questions which I appreciated and slid the mug across the counter toward me. I wrapped both hands around it and looked at the list on my arm.Around me the mess hall moved the way communal spaces do in the morning — chairs scraping, low conversations, the sound of cutlery. There was the occasional staring, some curious pup or his parents watching me like I was something that needed figuring out. I kept my eyes on my arm and let it wash over me.I'd spent four years being the thing people talked about in rooms. I'd learned to stop hearing it without stopping listening.The murmuring didn't bother me.Then it stopped.All at once, like someone of importance had walked through the room. The only perso
I Rejected My Mate For The Biker Rogue Lord. Chapter Eighty
Draven’s POVI came back through the eastern tree line at dawn, pushing hard on the last mile.The burst of power from my hind legs had me springing forward.I loved running, in my shifted form, the wind in my fur rippling across my face.It had been a while since I did this, ran around for the fun of it.Most times I just did my stroll around the border and strolled right back in, today however I needed the extra burst of energy.My wolf needed it, needed to burn off my discomfort before I had to be human again and make decisions with logic instead of instinct.I shifted at the edge of the clearing, my fur shrinking back into my skin, claws receding, knuckles relaxing.Thor was already there, my clothes folded over his arm, holding them out like he always did. Most times I lost him so I could have some peace but today it didn't work.I pulled on the shirt first, then the jeans, running a hand through my hair that was still damp from the shift."Anything on the northern stretch?" I as
I Rejected My Mate For The Biker Rogue Lord. Chapter seventy nine
Bella's POVI found myself at the garage by six.The sun was still hidden under the clouds, the grey light washing over the tree line.I was freezing cold.But I needed to make a good impression and I wanted to see what I was working with.Once upon a time early mornings in a garage had been my way of life. My father used to call me a grease monkey and I had never once minded. I had forgotten that about myself somewhere along the way.I was done forgetting.I pushed open the side door and stepped inside, coming to a stop.Three men were already inside. One tucked under a bike on a hydraulic lift, two more at the workbench along the far wall. A rock song blared from somewhere, low and scratchy. The smell of grease, exhaust and burnt rubber that nobody had bothered to clean up."Hello," I called out, striding forward.None of them looked up.I crossed to the main tool wall to see how the tools were arranged. The layout was different from what I'd expected — the wrenches weren't grouped
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