บททั้งหมดของ Two hot Alphas bet on the biker-widow mate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Carlotta's POVI rode Papa's bike back to his old garage through the empty streets, my heart still pounding from everything that had happened. The adrenaline was wearing off now, replaced by exhaustion and the sobering reality of what I'd just done.I actually won. I can't believe I actually won.I parked the bike in the same corner where I'd found it, carefully covering it with the old tarp and some dusty clothes I found scattered around the garage. The last thing I needed was for someone to discover Papa's bike and start asking questions about where it had been."Stay hidden, girl," I whispered to the motorcycle as I arranged the covering. "We might need to do this again."I checked the alley three times before leaving the garage, making sure no one was watching or following me. The walk home felt longer than usual, every shadow making me jump, every car engine making me wonder if it was police or someone from the race looking for me.Paranoid much, Carlotta?By the time I reached Ma

Paxton's POVI woke up to the feeling of someone staring at me. When I opened my eyes, Mom was standing in my doorway with her arms crossed and the most disapproving expression I'd seen in months. Her scent was thick with anxiety and anger - emotions that put my wolf on edge."Good morning to you too," I mumbled, sitting up in bed and rubbing my eyes."Don't 'good morning' me, Paxton Blake," Mom said, her voice tight with barely controlled anger. "I know where you were last night."Shit. How much does she know?"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to play innocent while my brain scrambled for a believable explanation."I'm talking about the underground racing," Mom said bluntly. "I saw the news coverage. I recognized that black Ducati in the helicopter footage."Double shit."Mom, I can explain—""Explain what?" she interrupted. "Explain why you're risking your life for what, money? Is that what this is about?""It's not about money," I said firmly, getting out of bed to face

Gabriel's POVI slipped out of calculus during the teacher's bathroom break, knowing I had maybe ten minutes before Professor Davis returned and noticed my empty seat. Kevin "Data" Morrison was waiting for me by the old maintenance shed behind the gym, just like we'd arranged."You made it," Kevin said as I approached, his laptop already open and balanced on a makeshift table of stacked crates."Of course I made it," I replied impatiently. "Did you bring everything we need?""Yeah, I've got my laptop, wireless adapter, and some special software that should help us dig deeper," Kevin confirmed, adjusting his thick glasses. "But I have to warn you, this might not be as easy as you think.""Nothing about this has been easy," I muttered, looking around to make sure we weren't being watched. "Just get started."Kevin's fingers flew across the keyboard as he connected to the school's Wi-Fi network. "Okay, I'm accessing the underground racing site now. What exactly are we looking for?""Anyth

Carlotta's POVI couldn't shake the anxious thoughts racing through my head as I hurried home from school. Every step felt urgent, like I was running out of time before something important slipped away from me.Tonight. Finally tonight.As soon as I reached Mama's apartment, I rushed to my small room and pulled out the old laptop from under my bed. Dust particles danced in the afternoon sunlight as I wiped down the screen and powered it up.Please still work. Please.The machine wheezed to life, and I quickly checked my email. There it was - the message I'd been waiting for from the underground racing organizers."Congratulations, Anonymous. Your prize is ready for collection. Pier warehouse district, Warehouse 7, midnight tonight. Come alone. Bring your bike for verification. - Underground Racing Commission"Fifty thousand dollars. It's really happening.I checked the time - 4:30 PM. Mama wouldn't be home from the Blackwood mansion until at least 7:00, which gave me plenty of time to

CARLOTTA’S POVMy heart hammered against my ribs as I kept my helmet firmly in place, watching the figure in front of me reach up to remove his own. The dim streetlight cast shadows across his face, but when the helmet came off, my breath caught in my throat.Paxton.His dark hair was tousled from the ride, and those piercing eyes that had looked right through me in the cafeteria were now fixed on my helmeted face with an intensity that made my skin burn. Even in the shadowy alley, he was devastatingly handsome—all sharp jawlines and that dangerous smile that had gotten him in trouble with Gabriel just days ago. But there was something else now, something primal in the way he looked at me that made my dormant wolf stir restlessly in the depths of my soul, still locked away by whatever curse kept her silent.Of course it's him. Of all the riders who could have followed me...The night air carried his scent to me—motor oil, leather, and something distinctly powerful that screamed Alpha e