Semua Bab Stepbrothers Are Alpha Bikers And My Mates: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Rory's POV“Some people leave quietly. Others tear your world down on the way out.” That’s what my dad always says. But now, I bury him in silence. No loud wails, no damp knees at the edge of the grave. Just the quiet, shaking breath of someone who’s run out of tears before the dirt even touches the coffin. The sky hangs low, a heavy shade of grey, swollen with clouds that threaten rain but offer nothing.I stand still, my black shoes half-sunk into the wet grass, and I stare as they lower the casket into the earth like it weighs nothing. As if it hadn’t once held the only man who ever gave a damn about me.The priest mutters his final words, but they sound muffled in my ears like I’m underwater. The few people who come begin to trickle away, offering murmured condolences and stiff handshakes that mean nothing. None of them knew Harold Vale, my Dad. He was more than a respected judge. He was quite strong with midnight coffee. Books stacked in every corner of our little home. The man

Rory’s POVMorning comes too fast after too many memories I can’t unsee.I lie still in the unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling through the faint beams of sunlight cutting across the floor. The sheets are too soft. The pillows too perfect. Everything smells like polished wood and faint lavender instead of home.But I’m not at home. I’m in a mansion full of leather jackets and secrets. And last night, I watched a man scream as he lost three fingers.What exactly are they? I wrap my arms tighter around myself. There’s a knock.Soft. Measured. I don’t answer right away, so the door cracks open. A maid peeks in, young, dark-haired, wearing the same silver brooch as the others.“Miss Vale,” she says gently, “your mother has instructed that you take your bath and come downstairs for breakfast.”I blink at her. It takes me a second to remember what a normal morning is supposed to feel like.Then I shrug. “Alright.” She gives a tight smile and disappears just as quietly as she entered.I s

Another early morning comes today, I sit up slowly, my hair a mess, my hoodie still slightly damp from the shower I took hours ago after Jaxon left. I don’t even remember falling asleep. My limbs feel stiff like I had been holding tension all night, and my eyes sting from dreams I don’t want to remember.At first, I think I’m dreaming again because standing in front of me are five women.Maid uniforms. Perfect posture. Each of them holding something, uniforms, shoes, undergarments, even a goddamn bracelet. All arranged like I’m some dress-up doll.I blink.They speak in practiced harmony, their voices gentle but unnervingly robotic.“Good morning, Miss Aurora. We’ve been instructed to bathe and prepare you for Crescent Hills.”“Excuse me?” I croak, my voice barely waking with the rest of me.Before I can process what’s happening, one of them steps forward, her fingers already moving to the hem of my cloth.“No—what the hell?!” I scramble backward on the bed like it’s a lifeboat. “If a

Rory's POV I didn’t expect the bang to shake me but it did.The sound cracked through the air, loud like thunder. I turned around fast, my heart beating too hard. Something deep inside me screamed to run.Students moved like water parting left and right. No one said anything as they just got out of the way.Then I saw her. Briar. The same girl with the black hair and scary eyes. She was walking straight toward me. Her two girls, the blonde and the redhead, were right behind her. The way people moved for them, it was like they owned the place.Like they were danger in pretty faces. I swallowed hard. My mouth was dry, my palms suddenly sweaty but I didn’t look away.She stopped a few feet in front of me. as everyone watched and no one dared to speak.Her eyes were sharp like glass then she said, “So, you’re the thing that dared sit on my seat today.”Her voice was low but clear. Like every word had teeth.“Guess you’re gonna be another ignorant scapegoat.”I froze. My chest got tight b

There was a buzzing in my head, static painful. That was the second thing I noticed. A heavy, raw ache across my skull like someone had shoved a brick through it. I wanted to groan, but I couldn’t move my lips.I wasn’t sure if I was still alive or halfway stuck in some dream I didn’t ask for.Everything was so… white and smelled like antiseptic and latex.Hospital? I tried to open my eyes, but they fought me. My lids felt glued shut. My throat was dry, like I’d swallowed dust. I heard muffled voices somewhere far away.“She’s waking up… she’s waking up,” someone whispered.There's a shuffle. A rush of air. “Rory? Rory, can you hear me?”That voice, Ugh. I didn’t need to see her to know.Celeste. The world’s most beautifully fake woman. My mother technically and biologically.Emotionally? That was laughable.I finally pried my eyes open, slow and sticky. Like my lashes had been stitched together and someone just undid them.The lights above me were too bright. My vision doubled, then