The Biker Alpha I Hate Wants Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Emilia POV"Ahh—yes, go harder, Jason!" I moaned, my voice breaking as my best friend slammed into me from behind. My body convulsed with each thrust, my hands gripping the edge of the table so hard my knuckles ached."God, yes… that’s it…"Jason’s chest brushed my back as he leaned down, his hot breath dragging over my ear as he whispered to me, his voice taunting and cruel in the sweetest way."This is what you wanted all along, dear best friend, isn’t it? All those times you sat beside me, pretending, playing the good girl, hiding those hungry eyes… this is what you’ve been begging for in silence—my cock buried inside your tight little pussy, just like this. Isn’t it?" He asked.His words cut me wide open, stripping me bare. Shame and ecstasy rolled off me, and I could only nod helplessly, because he was right. He had always been right. I'd always craved him, and right now it felt like a dream come true for me."Y… yes, Jay," I gasped, "please… go deeper…"PRAHHH!The crack of somet

Next Morning – Jettison POVGrrrh.I groaned loudly as the sudden ringing of my phone slammed against my ears. Sitting up slowly on the bed, I reached out and picked it up from the nightstand beside me. It was my mom calling. I answered at once.“Morning, Mom?”“The hell are you, Jett? You called to say you’d returned last night but I’ve checked the whole house. I can’t find you anywhere around…” she thundered, her voice loud and sharp.Huh?I squinted, my brows pulling together as I looked around my surroundings. It was strange. Really strange.What the hell?“Um… some creepy old building I think. Somehow looks like a cottage. Should be somewhere around the pack house though,” I said, glancing out the single window. The trees outside told me enough—they were the same ones surrounding the pack house, so I wasn’t far.“What the hell?” Mom’s voice now sounded mortified.“Goodness, Jett. That’s your brother’s cottage. How the hell did you end up there?” she rasped, her voice sounding bath

Emilia POV“Mate.”The word left our lips together, and for a moment my heart almost exploded. I could barely breathe; the joy was so strong.Goddess finally—after all this time, after these years of praying—the Moon Goddess answered me and gave him to me—Jason.However, my excitement didn’t last because when I looked at Jason again, I noticed his countenance seemed to have changed, and not to the cool, warm, and bright look I was expecting; instead, it was to something dark, cruel, and unreadable.“Jas, is everything alri—” I couldn't help but ask, what's with him and the sudden downcast mood?“F**king unbelievable.” He growled suddenly, the sound sharp and brutal, tearing through me and almost wrecking my bones. “You? My mate? This has to be a mistake.”I froze.For a moment I felt the world tilt around me, and it was like I'd suddenly developed a hearing problem.Wait, did I just hear that right? Did Jason just say my being his mate was a mistake?I looked at him again, still not re

Emilia POV"If you run, I'll chase... if I chase you, I'll catch you... are you really up for the chase, princess?"Silence hung between us the moment he finished saying those words, and my grip subconsciously tightened on the doorknob as I stared at him, not really knowing what to say. His dark eyes were fixed on me too, and the tension in the air was thick and palpable.We stared at each other for a really long time, my thoughts spiraling out of control the entire time. He's going to chase me. Why?Not really sure what to say. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the hall of wherever he had brought me, sucking in a sharp exhale as I did. His words wrapped around me as I walked, but I pushed them out of my mind as I tried to navigate my way out of the building he had brought me to.I realized with just a few things I saw that it was Midnight Club, a popular clubhouse that serves as a bar, hotel, and club all three in one, and it was mostly frequented by bikers, racers, and a

Emilia POV"I'm sorry, miss, but currently we aren't looking for workers."I sighed, my heart clenching painfully at the 20th rejection I had gotten today. Every single one came with one flimsy excuse or the other; either they weren't looking for a worker or the boss wasn't around, but I knew the truth—they just didn’t want to accept an Omega.I swallowed hard, pushing myself away from the shop. My feet dragged against the rough pavement as I stepped onto the dark, busy street.I had been on the job hunt since morning, after Mom had passed out, and I figured I didn't have anything to do, so I came out to look for a job, and now it was evening, and still no good response.I stood in the middle of the streets, tired and lost, wondering what to do next. There was no way we would survive without me going out to work. Around me shops were closing one by one, business owners retiring for the day. the streetlights buzzing faintly,I sighed deeply at this point; I knew there was no hope for me