All Chapters of Stepbrothers Are Alpha Bikers And My Mates: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rory's POV Two days had passed in a blur I couldn’t grasp. I woke to a throbbing in my skull as if someone had taken a hammer to my head in my sleep. My eyes cracked open slowly, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the tall curtains. For a moment I thought I might still be trapped in that moment, the fire in my veins, the heat, Damien’s steady eyes, Jaxon’s furious claim. The room around me was still, familiar. I was back in the house again. Only… something was wrong. The first thing I noticed was the cluster of women surrounding my bed. Maids—faces I had seen before, carrying trays, pouring water, folding sheets. But their postures were different now. Their eyes were lowered, their hands fidgeting nervously, their movements stiff as though walking on broken glass. “Good morning, Princess Aurora,” one of them whispered, her tone polite but shaken. Princess? The title made my chest tighten. I had never heard them say it like that before, more careful now and rev

Damien's POV Two days had crawled by like centuries. I hadn’t slept much even when my eyes closed, I could still see her, Aurora—shaking and drowning in power that threatened to pull everything apart. Her desperate whispers still clung to the back of my mind. I hated that. Hated that she's stuck pitiably in my head when she should have been nothing but another problem to deal with. The plan had been simple: make my father regret ever underestimating me, causing mother's death and marrying her mother, to build strength so strong he’d bleed the way he’d made me bleed in my heart all my life. That was the purpose. Not some girl and definitely not this chaos. Yet the memory of her pressed in on me impossible to escape. I sat at the edge of my bed, my elbows on my knees, staring at the floorboards like they could give me an answer. The silence was loud in this room, broken only by the rhythm of my own pacing. Up. Down. Across. Back. The walls felt too close. My thoughts wouldn’t sh

Damien's POV I bent down and slipped an arm beneath Rory’s knees and another under her back. Her body was light but burning hot, shaking as though every nerve in her skin had been set on fire. Jaxon’s hand shot out as I lifted her. “Put her down. She needs me not you.” I cut him a glare that silenced him before the words even finished leaving his mouth. My eyes bored into his until he dropped his hand. His chest rose and fell in sharp bursts in anger barely restrained. “Try me,” I said flatly. “See how fast I put you through that wall.” I shifted Rory against my chest and walked past him without another word. Her scent clung to me, intoxicating even as I forced myself to remain stone-cold. Her breath hitched faintly against my neck, her lips parting, but I kept my eyes straight ahead. The door opened into the corridor, and I found myself face to face with him, Alpha Blackfang, my father My father. His sharp eyes scanned Rory in my arms, then fixed back on me dark and calcula

Blackfang's POV Damien’s footsteps still thudded in the hall, even though he was already gone. Every time that boy walked away from me, I felt the ground shift, like the earth itself wasn’t sure which of us it belonged to anymore.My jaw throbbed where his fist had landed. I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, tasting my blood. He hadn’t held back this time.“Why do you keep getting on his nerves, Alpha Blackfang?”Valessa’s voice was soft. She stood near the door, her hands clasped neatly in front of her, her head bowed just enough to show respect but not too much. Clever girl.I chuckled low, dragging a chair back and lowering myself into it, it creaked under my weight. “Because it’s far too easy,” I said, letting sarcasm drip through my smile.She frowned slightly then stepped closer. “Easy? Or dangerous? There’s a difference.”I leaned back stretching one leg out, the picture of casual power even though my rib still ached where he’d shoved me earlier. “Dangerous is

Damien's POV The door clicked shut behind me and I stood still for a moment in the hallway. My chest rose and fell once. Her desperate whisper—please touch me—still rang in my ears. I clenched my fists and forced myself to keep moving. My boots carried me down the stairs, through the quiet mansion. I needed space. I needed air. I needed to get out before the weight of her voice did something reckless to me. By the time I reached the garage where I had parked my bike earlier, I swung a leg over and settled in the seat and twisted the key. The engine came alive. I didn’t wait. I revised hard and sped off again. Within thirty minutes, I arrived at my destination —the clubhouse. I parked in the usual space and came down. Even outside, I could already hear the bass music pounding through the walls. Voices shouted and laughed and somewhere inside, someone screamed in either pleasure or pain. I stepped off, adjusted the collar of my jacket and walked to the door. The bouncer didn’t