Tangled in sheets and wheels

Charlie's POV

Greg and I agreed to sit out over a bottle of beer. In his words:

"So crazy, a lady prefers beers over fancy fries."

Only if he knew.

I cackled, still in my biker gear, my long brown hair the only thing feminine about me tonight, swinging as I laughed. I was barely three steps out of the parlor when a shove. Hard. Hard enough that I almost smacked my head against the wall.

"Fuck!" I yelled, struggling to throw a punch, but it cut through empty air and I stumbled.

"Easy there, young Omega." A quick voice teased from the dark hallway. Two men seized my arms. I fought back, and this time a punch landed.

"Yooh… too firm for a girl." He cursed.

A sack was pulled over my face from behind. I dragged my feet against the floor, but it was no use. My boots scraped against tile, then concrete, then metal. A trunk slammed. Engines rumbled. Minutes faded.

Then I was pushed onto an iron chair.

Ouch. My ass.

I got tied up in ropes and gagged. My breath came high and ragged. I was already furious I couldn't defend myself against whoever those men were. I could have tried more than that punch—but not with this pain.

Down there.

It was my heat taking its toll on my body. And I so hated it.

I wriggled between the ropes to get some proper air in my lungs.

"So how do you like it here, sister?"

That hard tone. Jackson. He leaned at the door, wearing a smirk.

"You pulled this shit on me? May I ask why?" I was frustrated, felt like breaking the goddamn chair to prove a point.

"Easy, girl. Just another offer."

Another offer.

"To beat up another foolish Alpha of yours? I'm so ready." My reply was almost a curse as I pinned my head back to the chair.

"Hmm… and if you lose, I get you. This sweet, peach-dripping scent of yours is intoxicating." He lowered himself to me, his nostrils flaring as he picked up my scent. I almost swore. I hated it. He knew I was in my heat.

"Do you forget you are my brother?"

"Stepbrother. And you're certainly not giving your virginity to that matched Alpha of yours." He went silent, but his eyes still spewed filth.

I hissed.

"So what do you say? Deal or no deal?"

"Deal. This is the last, and I will thrash you as I always do!" I replied proudly.

"He's not like the other Alphas. He's peculiar. A rare Alpha."

"Said that the last time. I left your best friend cursing his fate." I reminded him with raised brows. He looked at me, pure fury flickered between his grey eyeballs.

"Fine. Get your body ready to be ruined by an Alpha in heat."

He hissed, rose to his feet, and threw a sealed envelope on me. "That contains the venue, the opponent, and this agreement. Can't wait to get in between your legs." He winked and left the room.

The next day, I took books out of my locker. I noticed the girls all had things to say in their little circle. I never belonged to any. I'd rather be called proud than let them know there was a boy underneath.

"Girl… what the hell is making rounds about you?"

"About me?" I closed the locker and turned to Greg, who passed a flier to me.

"Oh… I took the competition." I replied casually, heading for anatomy class.

"Charlie, I guess you didn't check up on your opponent?"

I shook my head. "Nah. I didn't."

"Great!" He clashed his palm like I had made a mistake. "Jayden. The masked biker. That Alpha is always the competition. For some months now, no one has taken a competition against him."

"Really… I already agreed." I replied, not ready for him to talk me out of it.

"Charlie"

"Professor Mark just walked in!" I called his attention to it, and he kept quiet.

It was time for the race, quietly watched the clock tick. My body was sore from the delay of not getting sexually involved.

"Charlie, I got your bike ready," Greg announced before he even opened my door. He found me curled up in bed and rushed to me.

"Did you fall sick? I could cancel.." I pulled him before he could dial the line.

"I will still race. I just wanted to rest." I pushed myself out of bed, pains shooting through my groin. I caught my reflection in the mirror,eyes dull,weak and teary.

Bad timing. But I'd rather ride than let Jackson know my real identity.

"What does your brother really want? He hates you!"

"He hates the fact that I can bike. Something he hasn't been able to do."

I replied, took my gear to the bathroom, and changed into it: black leather jacket and trousers with leather boots. Gloves in hand as I zipped up my boots and packed my hair into a ponytail.

"You're really racing against that dude?" Greg questioned again the moment I came out.

"For the umpteenth time, yes. And he wouldn't be the first Alpha I've ridden against." I replied with an eye roll.

The cramps hit again. Too unbearable. I slipped into my bathroom and downed three tablets of painkillers.

"He hasn't lost to any biker before!" Greg said the moment I stepped out.

This time he got me upset. "I haven't lost to anyone either."

I snatched my bike keys and left for the tunnel where the competition would kick off. My opponent's file kept playing in my head:

Part-time biker. Hockey player. Menils City. His opponents always leave with a rib injury.

Seriously?

I scoffed. "Whoever he is, hasn't met Charlie."

The moment I walked out, the crowd had gathered, cheering for either of us.

"And here he comes… Jayden!" The announcer excitedly screamed over the microphone.

I placed my helmet on and walked to my bike. No time for formalities. I just wanted this over with so I could go to the red playhouse. My body now ached for sex a little too much.

"Three, two, one, and go!" The flag rose.

I settled onto my bike, ignited the engine, and matched the pedals. A little too hard. I wanted this game done with. And soon.

Soon, we hit the asphalt. Cold breeze flowed over my face. The night wind blew dangerously. The asphalt felt like home the way my tires gripped it, smooth and sure. I wanted my life like that. But never. Not when my Alpha father wanted an heiress after four sons.

My bike screeched as I hit a bump.

Yeah. Now this I liked. My life was just this bumpy. Before I became a teenager, I was already an adult punished in girls' wear, forced to play with dolls while I watched the boys play with bows and arrows.

"Heading toward the hill. Control your speed."

The linesman's warning echoed. The hill ride was the perfect test the hard force of opposing gravity. I geared up hard. Jayden and I didn't miss a single step.

Guess Charlie finally got a competitor. I cackled in my head. Most of my rivals lost it before they even reached the hill.

Slowly, we descended the steep slope back to flat ground. I breathed, finally tearing a glance at my mysterious masked opponent through my visor.

My heart skipped a beat. It never did.

My stomach fluttered. Something inside me growled weak, but yes, it did.

My wolf?

Did it come alive all of a sudden?

I stole another glance. This time our eyes met. His black eyes made a pool of heat rise between my thighs. He looked like sin.

Yeah. The type of sin I liked at the red playhouse.

I found myself falling behind him, my mind drifting foolishly. I cautioned myself, matching harder to catch up.

And in the next minute

Voices. Familiar and unfamiliar.

My back ached, hard and sore.

I fell off my bike.

This has to be a dream. Never have I fallen.

I cursed, unable to pick myself up from the ground.

I just lost my title. To him.

I groaned. The cramps struck hard, slowly becoming unbearable the urge to get laid impossible to withstand.

"How do you feel now?"

Jackson.

He won.

I dropped my head to the ground.

"Get up." He teased further.

I pushed myself upward and walked away from the crowd as fast as I could, doubling my steps into the tunnel.

"Here" I was yanked to the wall. Jackson followed me and closed the gap between us. He tried to plant a kiss, but I turned my face away.

"Peach. Succulent. Ripe and inviting to be crushed into wine." He leered, his hard breath hitting my neck. "Don't fight it."

I was fighting it. This mad urge to be touched. And he knew. He released more of his Alpha pheromones until I could no longer breathe.

"Good girl." He clicked his lips, his fingers slowly roaming over my body.

If I don't get out of here, my secret will be out.

I prayed in my head for a savior.

"Let go of the girl."

I jerked.

It was him. Jayden. The one who beat me in front of everyone. And now my savior?

He pulled Jackson off my body, and I scampered off toward the playhouse, not looking back at them to the only place I could be myself. The only place I could have what I really wanted with no restrictions.