Semua Bab Stepbrothers Are Alpha Bikers And My Mates: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Rory's POV “Aurora Blackfang,” he called, his voice steady and deep, carrying over the murmurs of the students gathered in the PE ground. I stiffened instantly. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat panicked. I didn’t need him to finish the sentence. I knew. He was about to pick me, single me out in front of everyone. The whole school. And I couldn’t let that happen. “I can’t shift,” I blurted, my voice harsher than I intended. The words ripped through the air, making every pair of eyes snap to me. For a heartbeat, the silence was suffocating. The students stared, their whispers sharp and venomous. “I expected that, she can't shift obviously” “That's pathetic ?” “What a disgrace.” Their laughter was hushed but it carried, closing around me, trying to choke me. I gritted my teeth and kept my chin high. I refused to show them how their words pierced. Dante’s expression didn’t falter. He studied me quietly then, slowly, he nodded once. “That,” he said finally, his voic

Rory's POV I stormed out of the classroom before my body could betray me further.The taste of him was still etched on my lips, scorching like wildfire. My fingers brushed my mouth as though they might wipe it away, but they couldn’t. Jaxon kissed me.Jaxon. Kissed. Me.The thought spun in my head, dizzying, relentless. I heaved as I quickened my steps down the empty corridor, God, what was happening to me?I should have been furious. I was furious but beneath my anger was something worse, an ache I couldn’t silence. The fact that I still wanted him… hunted me insanely.My stomach twisted, nausea and longing wrestling inside me. I shook my head violently, as if I could toss the thoughts away. I refuse to drown in this, I wouldn’t.But fate, it seemed, wasn’t finished tormenting me because just as I rounded the corner, I collided with someone.The impact jolted me, nearly knocking me off balance. I looked up, ready to snap at the person then froze.Briar.Her lips curved into a smirk,

Rory's POV “Part of me coming here is because of you.” His words hung in the stillness of the classroom, spoken with such calm certainty that for a moment, I thought I had misheard him.I looked up sharply, my heart stumbling in my chest. Dante’s gaze was unwavering. His posture didn’t change.“What?” My voice cracked slightly.“Part of me coming here…” His eyes narrowed, almost like he was weighing each word before releasing it. “…is because of you.”I stared at him, unable to breathe. My mind twisted, scrambling for meaning.“You knew me?” I asked, my words choking on my throat..He didn’t look away. “I’ve known you before you were born.”The air punched out of my lungs. “Huh?” I gasped, the sound ungraceful.How could that even make sense?He leaned back slightly, his arms folding across his chest calmly. “I knew your father longer,” he said, his tone quiet but steeped in something… sorrow? Regret? “He used to be a friend.”“Until no more,” he added, his voice lower now.“Until no

Rory's POV “Aurora Blackfang, Professor Dante wants you in his office.”The voice slit through the murmurs of the classroom vividly.I turned my head toward the doorway where a woman in her late forties stood, her eyes sweeping across the room as though she were weighing the weight of her words. She didn’t wait for a reply. With the swish of her skirt, she walked out.All eyes turned to me. My name, spoken like that full, formal, stretched heavy with authority to the walls of the classroom.For a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart thrummed wildly against my ribs, and a cold shiver worked its way up my spine. Then I exhaled, nodding faintly at Tessa. Her brows knit together, worry flashing in her eyes, but she gave me the smallest encouraging smile.I pushed myself to my feet, gathering the weight of every stare, and walked out.The hallway felt too long. Each step ringing in my ears, carrying the feeling of anticipation I didn’t want to admit was there.By the time I reached Professor

Rory's POV His tongue delved hotly into my mouth, stealing what little breath I had left as his hand pressed firmly against my back, pulling me flush against the heat of him, and the closeness made my entire body ache in ways I didn’t have the strength to fight. Everywhere he touched felt claimed, possessed. His hands trailed down the sides of my hips mapping my curves as if they belonged to him. My breath hitched when his fingers slid lower, brushing the side of my thighs, igniting a shiver that rolled through me like a tremor. "AHH!!" A helpless sound escaped me, half gasp, half moan and I hated how much it betrayed me. But before the moment could burn deeper, before I could lose myself completely in the heat of him, a sharp knock broke through the haze. I startled violently, pushing against him with a force that came more from panic than strength. He let me go, though his eyes burned with the heat of what had almost happened. My hands flew to the front of my dress, fumbling