All Chapters of Bikers and Bakeries: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Melody’s POV Turning off the alarm, I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower, another steamy dream leaving me wanting. Normally I was up by three; at the bakery by four thirty, prepping for the day. It felt weird to be getting up so late on a Monday. After the cold shower, I went down stairs to the kitchen. I had prepped the dough for the donuts yesterday and had put it in the fridge to slowly rise for this morning. I cut and shaped them into various sizes; classic, twisted, and filled. I saved the holes from the classic to make some bites out of them. I let them rest as I prepped the oil for frying. Once they were fried and the classic glazed while they were warm, I let the others cool off. The twists I dusted with cinnamon and sugar. The filled I put a vanilla custard in the center and topped them with leftover caramel icing from the cupcakes Saturday. After all was said and done, I had two dozen to bring with me to the pack house. Alpha Scott was a great alpha, always en

“No,.. we just have a mountain of paperwork for you both to sign. Separation of pack pensions, 401k’s, and a few other things as well.” Scott nodded his head, indicating us to sit. While we signed away, I thought back on everything Mike had put me through over the last couple of years, starting with my dad’s funeral; all of the missed birthdays and anniversaries, the late nights I had to put in at the bakery because he couldn’t be bothered, the lack of intimacy, everything. I felt so blind and stupid for following him around like a lost puppy, never opening my eyes to the narcissist bastard that he was. I told myself then and there that I would never look another guy in the face again if this was what a mate bond brought about.. nothing but headaches. Signing the last paper, I sighed and put down the pen. “Here you go, Alpha.” I sighed, relief that everything with Mike was almost over. I had never dreamed of cheating on him even once, so he and Tiffany could suck it for all I

There was a small hallway leading to the back behind the counter. Down the hall there were three doors. One straight ahead had an exit sign above it and the one to the right had a sturdy door, tightly closed. To the left, there was light, cussing, and smoke coming from that way, and the frame held no door. I made my way to the opening and looked past it. Heather, was standing in front of a pan of something smoldering on the table, a metallic smell filling the air with the smoke. Overhead vents were going at full force helping cut through and get rid of the fumes. “Is everything alright?” I asked her. “No, it’s not.” She had tears in her eyes. “I fucked up the recipe and mixed the measurements for the cocoa powder and flour. My boss is going to kill me. Do you know how expensive cocoa powder is?!” I shrugged, “not really.” “Well neither did I till a second ago when I looked it up.” She looked like she was going to hurl. “I need this job. I just got it last month and need to k

Very nice I grinned to myself as I found the pink lace under the pile. It was shredded, but the Lacey pink underwear and bra were unmistakable. Making sure that Melody was still distracting the people, I pocketed the underwear and wrapped the bra in the middle of the rags. “What’s the doggie’s name?” The smallest asked me when I turned back around. “Ah, Rufus.” I said on the spot. Melody huffed in indignation. “But that’s a boy dogs name.” The older one chimed. “Yah, I’ve never been one for imagination.” The children pet Melody for a few more minutes before their mother told them it was time to go. They waved bye and took off. Melody began nudging me down the street to the pack parking lot, when we got there I took the keys and unlocked the door. As soon as I had it open, Melody jumped in the front seat, moved to the middle, then crawled over the back seats to the trunk. She barked at me until I sat in the drivers seat and pulled the door closed. I could see her duck down

“Hello there, beautiful.” He smiled at me as I closed the door behind me. I blushed as I made my way to sit down in the rocking chair next to him. I didn’t know where to start, so I offered him the muffin. He quirked an eyebrow than accepted the pastry. He took one bite and moaned loudly. “Goddess, I’m going to gain fifty pounds before I leave this city.” I blushed again at his moan. I could easily picture him moaning like that in a bedroom; something I did not want my mind to entertain more than it already had. “I guess that means we can skip talking and go quickly to getting rid of our problem at hand?” I looked at him, hoping that he got the hint of what I was saying. If he was already talking about leaving, I figured he would want to break our fated mate bond as well. I didn’t want to go through the heartache again of breaking another fully cemented bond. “Get rid of the problem at hand?” He said through a mouthful of muffin. Taking a hard swallow to clear his throat, he c