All Chapters of Stepbrothers Are Alpha Bikers And My Mates: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rory's POV “If you’ll let me, I want to officially be your princess, your daughter. I’m willing to accept you officially.”The words fell from my mouth before I even realized they were leaving me. They came like a slip, a quiet betrayal of the what I had been holding in and yet, once they were out, I didn’t reach for them, didn’t try to shove them back into the cage of my chest. I let them hang there, suspended between us.He stared at me, his expression carved from stone, blank. For a fleeting second, I thought I saw the faintest glint of surprise in his eyes, so brief it could have been my imagination but it vanished as quickly as it had come. His lips tightened. Then slowly, deliberately, he shook his head.He rose from the chair with a sound that scraped across my nerves. His movements weren’t hurried, but each step carried a heavy purpose. He stalked toward me, steadily, his presence pressing down on me like weight. Instinct pushed me back. My feet moved before I thought about i

Rory's POV I turned, my body still heavy only to see her.My mother. Celeste stood at the doorway, her frame blocking out the faint light spilling from the corridor. She didn’t move at first. She only stood there, her eyes fixed on me in a silence that felt suffocating. Her gaze swept over me, cold and sharp, as though she were searching for something, some truth written on my skin that I didn’t even know was there.The longer she stared, the more my stomach knotted.Then, without a word, she stepped in. Her fingers shot out, clamping hard around my wrist. I barely had time to inhale before she was dragging me forward.“Mom—” I jerked back, instinctively resisting. “Let go!”But her grip was firm. Iron. It shocked me. I had never known her hands to be this strong. I tugged, twisted, but it was useless. The strength in her fingers was unnatural, and in that moment, a flicker of unease slid through me.She didn’t speak, didn’t look at me. Just dragged me down the corridor, her heels cl

Rory's POV The door had barely shut properly from Celeste’s exit when another sound pulled me out of the reverie still raging in my chest.There's a knock on the door, I blinked, my body stiff. For a moment, I considered ignoring it. Pretending I wasn’t here. Pretending I could sink into silence until the whole world outside forgot about me.But the knock came again, softer this time and more persistent.I exhaled shakily. “Come in,” I murmured, my voice rough.The door creaked open, and one of the maids stepped inside, her hands carefully balancing a silver tray. The rich, warm scent of food wafted instantly into the room, seeping in the air and hitting me hard in the stomach. My belly gave an audible, embarrassing growl, and my face heated.God. I hadn’t even realized how hungry I was.I’d been so caught in everything, Indi’s fear, my mother’s words, the voice in my head that I’d forgotten the simple, human fact that my body needed food.The maid, a quiet-faced woman with downcast

Rory’s POVThere's silence, hundreds of eyes pinned me where I stood.I froze, my breath caught halfway in my throat. It was as though I had stumbled onto a performance stage.And in truth, wasn’t that exactly what this was?Blackfang had walked ahead, his every step carrying the steady aura of command. He didn’t look back at me, not once, didn’t offer me even a sliver of reassurance. He knew what he was doing , he's testing me.I was left in the middle of the hall. Their eyes, however, were on me.Curiosity. Hostility. Skepticism. Some pairs of eyes passed over me once, dismissive, like I was already deemed unworthy. Others lingered, sharp and invasive, peeling back layers of me I hadn’t given permission to share. And some… some glowed faintly, faint reminders of dangerous wolves, watching me with a feral hunger that made my stomach tighten.I swallowed hard, remembering his words. Keep your chin up. Don’t feel intimidated. Be their intimidation.It sounded simple when he said it, a

Rory's POV “You need to know something about her,” Briar said suddenly. The words landed like sharply. I felt them vibrate through the air, cold, meant for Damien but crafted to slice through me. My throat tightened. What does she mean? Her eyes glittered as she clung even tighter to Damien’s arm, like she was branding herself there, claiming him with every fingernail pressed into his sleeve. She wasn’t looking at him, though. She was looking at me. Her gaze darted mischievously, like a child about to break her rival’s favorite toy. I swallowed hard, every nerve in my body bracing for the blow. “During the time she attacked me at school that day,” Briar began, her voice sweet but laced with venom, “I happened to pick a few strands of her hair. I gave it to my Dad to look at.” My stomach dropped. She what? Her smile stretched wider, triumphant. “My Dad took it to examine at the pack hospital.” Then she leaned closer to Damien, lowering her voice just enough to feel like a dag