บททั้งหมดของ Stepbrothers Are Alpha Bikers And My Mates: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Damien's POVI slam the car door harder than necessary. The sound reverberates through the driveway, bouncing off the walls of the estate like a war cry. My boots crunch against the gravel as I storm inside, the tension in my jaw stiff, my teeth grinding. Jaxon’s words are still ringing in my head, gnawing at the edge of my patience.I don’t need his lectures. I don’t need anyone to remind me of what I did. I know. I replay it on loop. The moment I hurled her across the wall. The crack of her body hitting the wall. The flash of her eyes right before she passed out. I felt something twist in me, but I buried it. I had to.She’s a threat.I walk straight through the wide foyer, ignoring the maids who freeze when they see me. Everyone always does. They know better than to talk to me when I’m in this mood. Hell, even Father wouldn’t approach me right now. My eyes scan the long hallway—dimly lit, cold like the rest of this mansion and I head for the stairs.But just as I reach the corridor

Rory's POV “Were you eavesdropping the whole time, Indi?” I asked. My voice came out flatter than I intended, the question slicing through the air.She immediately adjusted her stance, her feet together, hands twisting in front of her. Her eyes darted to the floor like she was counting the grains in the tiles. “No, miss... no, my princess, I… I just came in now,” she stuttered.I tilted my head at her. “Alright. What are you doing here?” I didn’t soften the question. There was no point in sugar-coating anything not when my patience was already wearing thin.“Well… I— I came to massage this on you,” Indi replied, holding up a small glass bottle filled with a deep liquid. The light from the window caught on it, making it gleam.My ears twitched slightly. “Massage?” I repeated, incredulous. “Massage me? Am I some kind of baby?”Her lips pressed together. “It’s an order from the Alpha,” she said quickly. “Please help me do my work… I do not want to die yet.”The bluntness of her words ma

Jaxon's POV The message blinks on my phone.[ You need to be home right now. Things are going south.]My fingers clench the steering wheel until my knuckles blanch. South? In our house, “south” never means something small. It means blood, betrayal, or both.The sender’s name burns at the top of the screen, Marco. One of the men who spends more time in the basement than he does in daylight.Basement.My stomach knots. I don’t think. I just press my foot harder against the gas, the engine growling under me like it senses the uneasiness ahead. The streets blur past, headlights streaking through the windshield, but I’m not seeing any of it. My mind keeps circling the same questions.What could be happening? Why did he text instead of calling? And why the hell does my chest feel so heavy?I barely register the last turn into the driveway before the car jerks to a stop. I kill the engine, throw the door open, and I’m moving, not walking — storming inside. My boots pound against the marble o

Rory's POV It was like dragging myself up from the bottom of a deep, black ocean.I strained awake with every ounce of effort I had left. My body felt heavy, leaden, as though each limb had been replaced with stone. Even my eyelids resisted me, clinging stubbornly to the dark.What… happened? I blinked until the room sharpened into focus, faint light bleeding through the curtains, the faint scent of linen and something floral. My room.I lay there for a few more seconds, then the thought struck me.What has Indi done to me? The fuck.My heart kicked against my ribs, fast and loud. I turned my head, scanning the room for any sight of her, that quiet, deceptively soft-spoken girl who always acted like she was just helpful. My pulse spiked higher with every second she wasn’t in my line of sight.Before I could even swing my legs off the bed, the door slammed open.I jerked at the sound, my head snapping toward it. Two figures rushed in so fast it was almost a blur — Damien and Jaxon.Bo

Rory's POV He turned to leave, and for a heartbeat I thought that was it, he was gone, the cruel wall of his silence closing around me again but the words tore out of me before my pride could choke them back.“That day at the school…” My voice shook, thin and uncertain, but I forced it louder. “Do you… do you have any idea what happened to me? I don’t understand how I suddenly have—have—”“Shut up.”Two words. Sharp, brutal, final, they cut through me like ice.I blinked, stunned, my lips parting. He had turned back to face me, his expression cold, almost bored, as if even listening to me was beneath him.“Why would you tell me—” I began, my voice cracking.His jaw tightened and he tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was some insect pinned under glass. “Are you trying to get me to talk to you now?” His voice was a low sneer. “You failed.”Heat flared in my chest, anger sparking in defiance of the cold weight of his tone. He always did this, dismissed me, cut me down with a s