All Chapters of Burning Desires: Craving For My Father's Best Friend (Biker): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101 Liliana The mirror didn't recognize me. And, honestly, neither did I. I tilted my head left, then right, squinting at the face that stared back. The woman in the glass wasn't the Alpha's daughter who'd once run these halls. She wasn't the girl banished and branded a murderer. She wasn't even Liliana Crossfield anymore. "Too much?" I asked, tugging on a strand of deep auburn hair that fell heavy against my shoulder. It felt strange and itchy, like it was trying too hard to belong on my head. Gerald leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, studying me like I was another one of his tactical puzzles. His expression gave away nothing, as usual. Just that steady, assessing look of his. "You don't look like you," he said at last. "That's the point." "Gee, thanks," I muttered, rolling my eyes. The auburn wig was only the start. Beneath it, Gerald's con

Chapter 103Liliana's POVThe moment Fiona stepped her foot into the party, the air shifted, the entire party standing still as if it were in the presence of a deity come to life. Gerald had been telling the truth about training her. She looked like an entirely different person. She was pretty before, but now…she looked ethereal.You wouldn't notice it unless you were paying close attention. The music kept playing, loud and bright like always. Voices chattered on, and laughter spilled out everywhere. The air hung thick with perfume and wine smells. Still, something in that room just tightened up a bit. My skin prickled all over. My stomach turned over. It was like the whole place held its breath or something.She looked beautiful in a blue gown. Delicate and doe-eyed, just like Tony liked. Every male wolf glanced in her direction almost immediately, and the she-wolves stared at her with jealousy or admiration. Some bothThen Tony spotted

Chapter 105.Cassandra.The party was over the top. The palace halls screamed money. Even the courtyard where everything happened felt loaded with wealth. It was right up my alley.I stood right in the thick of it. A veil of gold lace hid me. My gown hung loose, two sizes too big. It was all a disguise. A mask. Tonight I was not Cassandra. Not the woman folks whispered about. Not the one they worried might mess up their schemes. No. Tonight I was nobody. Just another face lost in the crowd. I did not like it much. No one paid me any attention. But it was a needed trade-off.My eyes stayed sharp. Sharper than anyone else's there. I scanned the field, trying to pick up as much as I could.From across the room my gaze kept going back to Gerald. He seemed almost too relaxed. He stood with that woman next to him. She was not just any woman. The way she held onto him. The way her eyes darted with more than just nerves. It twisted my gut.

Chapter 107 Liliana. When we got back to the packhouse, I just left Gerald behind. “Where are you going?” He asked… “To shower.” I mumbled, stepping inside the house. He didn't ask any more questions, which I was completely grateful for. As soon as I stepped inside, I headed straight for the stairs. I took them two at a time, not stopping until I got to my room, where I felt very safe. My chest hurt like someone was squeezing it.and my throat burned raw. Every step I took away from Gerald pulled at me, sharp and painful, almost like yanking shards of glass from my own skin. The walls in my room seemed colder than before. The air was icy on my skin, pressing against it in a way that I couldn't really shake off. That whole night had followed me right in. The gunshot still rang in my ears. The guard's dead eyes stared back at me. And Gerald's mouth on mine, hot and burning. All of it twisted up inside, knotted so tight I had no idea how to feel. I yanked off my clothes

Chapter 109LilianaGerald had not come home the whole week. Or at least I had not seen him around. Each morning I woke up, his room sat empty already. Each night I got back to mine; the house felt so empty, like he made sure to leave before I even moved and only returned way after I fell asleep.It did not surprise me anymore. This is what he always did whenever things got too close between us, too intense. He would come near. Enough to make my heart hurt bad. Then he would disappear, just like smoke getting away from my fingers. It felt like a mean game of cat and mouse. I was not even sure who chased whom.I should have gotten tired of it by now. Maybe even numb to the whole thing. But no, that had not happened. My chest still got tight when I thought of him. That invisible string, the bond, pulled me in even when he ran off. My mate. My curse, really.That is why I figured I needed those suppressants. To cut back on these feelings bef