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2026-08-09 07:35:14
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The Rogue Biker’s Plus-Size Mate 51.
Chapter Fifty-OneZane’s POVThe heavy double doors smashed shut, the sound of Zara's sharp high heels echoing down the marble corridor until silence settled back over the studio like a heavy curtain.I stood in the center of the dark paper backdrop, my bare chest rising and falling slowly as my Alpha aura slowly receded back beneath my skin. The room was thick with the lingering scent of ozone, fear, and the lingering fragrance of Laila's subtle, sweet vanilla scent.I turned my head to look at her.She was standing frozen near the softbox lights, her small hands tightly clutched together in front of her sweater, her dark eyes wide with residual terror. The threat against her mother had shaken her, even if she had managed to hold her chin high while Zara was in the room. She looked small, fragile, and utterly terrified beneath the harsh studio glare."Continue with the production," I commanded softly, my voice carrying a steady, quiet authority that left zero room for debate. "Act as
The Rogue Biker’s Plus-Size Mate 50.
Chapter FiftyLaila’s POVZara stood in the center of the private studio with her manicured fingers resting over the edge of the leather folder, a triumphant, venomous smirk spread across her face.She stared at me like I was a helpless bug she had finally pinned under her expensive high heels. She expected the blood to drain from my face. She expected me to burst into frantic tears, beg for her mercy, and sign away my family's bar just to keep my mother breathing in that hospital bed.For a single, terrifying second, my heart dropped into my stomach. Cold panic clawed at my throat.Then, a massive, warm shadow stepped directly between us.Zane moved with a fluid, lethal grace that obliterated the space in the room. He planted his broad shoulders right in front of me, entirely blocking Zara's view, his tall, scarred frame radiating a cold, suffocating Alpha aura that made the fluorescent studio lights overhead hum with static electricity. He didn't even bother pulling his black suit j
The Rogue Biker’s Plus-Size Mate 49.
Chapter Forty-NineLaila’s POVZane didn't budge an inch when my palms pressed against his warm, bare chest. Instead, his dark amber eyes danced with a slow, wicked heat as he looked down at my hands against his skin."I will agree to your little marketing stunt on one condition," he purred, his low voice vibrating right through his sternum against my fingertips.I narrowed my eyes, refusing to drop my gaze despite the nervous, electric fluttering in my stomach. "And what condition would that be, Alpha?""You direct the promotional shoot yourself," Zane said smoothly, stepping back just enough to let cool air slip between our bodies, though his eyes never left mine. "No outside photographers, no random studio crew running around my private estate. Just you, your friend, and a camera. If you want to use my image to build your empire, you have to be the one calling the shots.""Deal," I blurted out before my brain could stop my mouth.Twenty-four hours later, I was standing in the cente
The Rogue Biker’s Plus-Size Mate 48.
Chapter Forty-EightLaila’s POVThe second merger event wasn't just a success. It was a complete, glorious catastrophe of pure profit.By the time the final bell rang at two in the morning, the heavy wooden floorboards of The Masks were practically vibrating from the energy of three hundred roaring spectators. The crowd had doubled, the high-stakes bookies were placing wild side-bets, and the top-shelf liquor ran dry before midnight.When the digital system finalized the total payout, my best friend Maya and I stood behind the counter, staring at the glowing screen in utter, speechless shock.Ninety-eight thousand four hundred dollars.Nearly a hundred thousand dollars in a single, chaotic night. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely tap the refresh button on the portal. Maya let out a loud, unhinged squeal of pure joy, grabbing my shoulders and jumping up and down until my head buzzed. For the first time in two years, the crushing weight of hospital bills, mob debts, and loomi
The Rogue Biker’s Plus-Size Mate 47.
Chapter Forty-SevenLaila’s POVZane leaned back in his leather executive chair, resting his forearms against the cool glass surface of the massive table. He tapped his long, calloused fingers against the top page of the thick document sitting between us, his dark eyes tracking every tiny flick of emotion on my face."The proposition is simple," Zane said, his deep, gravelly voice filling the sunlit room with an easy authority. "I am going to merge your club with mine. We combine The Masks with my private downtown venue under a single operational network. The profit margins will finally make sense, the overhead costs drop to almost nothing, and Rico's thugs won't be able to touch a single brick without declaring war on my entire pack logistics empire."I stood there by the edge of the glass table, my arms crossed tightly over my chest.My head was still throbbing from the hangover, my body felt hollowed out, and the sheer exhaustion of the past few weeks sat on my shoulders like a mou
The Rogue Biker’s Plus-Size Mate 46.
Chapter Forty-Six Laila’s POV The raw, burning bite of the bourbon slid down my throat, but it didn't do anything to numb the heavy, hollow ache spreading through my chest. I leaned back against the bottom shelf of the bar, staring blankly at the empty wooden ring we had spent two frantic hours setting up. My hair was falling out of its messy ponytail, my hands were covered in dust, and my knees felt like water. I didn't yell. I didn't scream. The wild, fiery rage that usually kept me standing simply collapsed under the weight of sheer, crushing reality. A heavy, quiet tear slipped out of my eye, trailing hot down my cheek. "Laila," Zane said softly, taking a slow, cautious step toward the counter. The broad, invincible Alpha who had faced down armed guards without flinching looked completely lost as he stared at the small tear track on my face. I let out a shaky, raspy breath, taking another small swig from the glass bottle before setting it down on the counter with a quiet thud
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