Semua Bab THE BIKER ALPHA WHO BECAME MY SECOND CHANCE MATE: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Chapter 31The conversation stopped abruptly, and I could picture them both freezing, suddenly aware that I might be awake and listening.Of course they'd heard me. They both have incredible hearing - all werewolves do. There was no way my gasp had gone unnoticed.My mind was spinning. Tristan had been mated. He'd had someone he loved enough to create a life with, and he'd lost both of them. When had this happened? How had I never known about something so huge, so life-changing?And more importantly, how was he still functioning? How was he taking care of me and running the family business and being there for everyone else when he was carrying around that kind of devastating loss?Suddenly, so many things clicked into place like puzzle pieces I'd been too blind to see before. The way he'd thrown himself into taking care of me after I came back, like he desperately needed someone to protect. The photos around his apartment - the ones with the dark-haired woman I'd never been brave en

Chapter 33I spun around, eyes wide with panic. What was he doing?"What are you talking about?" Orion asked, confusion replacing some of the anguish in his voice."I'm saying that I'm the reason Athena left the pack five years ago," Tristan said, his voice steady but filled with pain."Tristan, don't," I pleaded, shaking my head frantically."What did you do?" Orion was walking toward Tristan now, and Tristan didn't even flinch away from the threat in his posture.I ran between them, blocking Orion's path. "Don't listen to him! I left because I needed space to breathe. Because I could see Mom and Dad everywhere I looked, in every corner of the house, every street in town. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling, but instead I just ran away because I was being selfish."Orion pulled me against him, and I could feel him wanting to believe my words."Then what's Tristan talking about?" he asked his gaze not leaving Tristan guilty face.What the fuck is wrong with Tristan? I'

Chapter 35"We'll be visiting our parents first," he said, his voice carrying that same gentle authority I remembered from when he'd coax me down from trees I was too scared to climb down from alone. "I told them I was bringing you to see them tonight."He grinned, and suddenly he looked like a mischievous teenager again. "I may have mentioned to your mom that I knew she'd missed you terribly, so I was being the good son and bringing you home to her."I hit his chest playfully, the solid warmth of him beneath my palm sending an unwelcome flutter through my stomach. "You're terrible. She probably thinks you're showing off.""Maybe I am," he said, but his smile was soft now, touched with something that looked like fondness.We walked deeper into the cemetery, our footsteps muffled by dew-damp grass. The headstones rose around us like sleeping sentinels, some worn smooth by decades of weather, others still sharp-edged and new. Everything smelled of earth and night-blooming jasmine, of me

Chapter 37Twenty minutes since we'd gone down into what looked like an old subway tunnel, and I was still in shock. The underground racing place stretched out in front of me like something from a crazy dream. The concrete walls were covered in street arts, neon lights everywhere, and the air smelled like burning rubber and gas.Tristan had brought me to his secret world, and I couldn't tell if I was scared or excited.This track used to be train tunnels. Someone had turned them into this twisting raceway that went under the city. There were makeshift bleachers along the walls, packed with people I could barely see through all the cigarette smoke. Bikers in leather, rich people in fancy clothes, and everything in between. They were all here for the same thing, danger and speed.I watched Tristan get ready for his race. He moved like he'd done this a million times before. He checked his bike the same way he worked on customer bikes at the garage, his hands going over every part.When

Chapter 39When we got home, the house felt different somehow, heavier with unspoken truths, charged with secrets about to be shared.So instead of heading upstairs to our separate rooms like we usually did, Tristan and I gravitated toward the living room.Tristan settled onto one end of the sectional couch, his long frame folding with that fluid grace he'd always possessed. I took the opposite end, tucking my legs beneath me and wrapping my arms around my knees like armor against whatever was coming.The silence stretched between us, not uncomfortable exactly, but weighted with anticipation. I could feel him gathering his thoughts, choosing his words carefully the way he always did when something truly mattered to him.My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited, because deep down I knew what this conversation would be about. The questions that had been eating at me since I'd learned about Jess, since I'd knelt beside her grave and felt the crushing weight of everything I hadn't k