Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Biker Alpha I Hate Wants Me : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Emilia POVI didn’t go to the so-called booth like Jettison asked me to. Instead, I stayed by the entrance door, waiting for him, while he had already led Klent further inside the place. Wherever they went was far enough that I couldn’t hear a single word of what they were saying.I paced impatiently by the door, my steps uneven, my fingers flexing and curling at my sides as a thousand thoughts ran wild in my head.Who the hell was this Klent to Jettison? From everything I’d noticed, he didn’t seem like just a rival.And what was it that he knew about Jettison--something serious enough that they both needed to discuss it in private, something Jettison couldn’t bear for me to hear?I stood there wondering for what felt like forever until the entrance door finally opened.Jettison stepped out first, his expression unreadable, his jaw tight. Rodger trailed behind him, and I didn’t even know when or how he’d gotten inside.“Are you out of your mind, Stone?” Rodger was saying, his voice sha

Jettison POVI walked into the building, and just like Rodger had called to inform me, Klent and his men were already bundled up and tied.The smell of damp concrete and iron filled the room, mixing with the faint burn of wolfbane still hanging in the air. My eyes swept over them slowly. So far, they stood as my number one suspects, and with every step I took closer, Rodger’s words echoed in my head loud and clear.Klent wouldn’t pull a stunt directly during a race, but he held influence with other racing clubs just like I did. And they were all present in my club that night, the thought twisted sharply in my gut. What if he had connived with them to kill me? If not how else would someone attempt to take my life inside my own racing ring without my guards catching it? And then there was his insistence on racing me. I had believed it was about Chicago, believed he wanted me to drop the issue.Now I knew better the race was only a distraction meanwhile his real aim was to kill me and

Nyra POVI claimed his lips hungrily with my eyes shut close savoring how sweet and delicious it felt against mine as the taste of whatever he had ate filled my mouth, he didn't kiss me back and I noticed his body remained stiff against mine but I was just too absorbed in the moment to care.How long had I waited for this?“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”However his voice boomed into my ears sharp and sudden I peeled my eyes open immediately but before I could think of what to do next he shoved me away from him.I stumbled back and I felt my back hit the head rest of the bed.“I’m… sorry…" I muttered, my voice barely steady as I exhale deeply. "I’m really sorry" I looked away from him immediately and fixed my gaze to the wall like it could hide me, my chest felt tight, my heart racing so fast in it making my ears ring.God.What the hell did I just do?I blinked trying to process it.Did I just forcefully kissed him?I could still feel the heat of his lips lingering on my mi

Jettison POVI watched the CCTV footage for what felt like the hundredth time since Rodger sent it to me, my eyes burning slightly from staring at my computer screen too long, my jaw tight with disbelief.No matter how many times I replayed it, my mind refused to fully accept what I was seeing.The strange man was exactly how Rodger described him—off, unsettling. Something about him felt wrong in a way I couldn’t name.The way he pulled everything off still gnawed at me, leaving a bitter taste at the back of my throat. His movements were smooth, calculated, like every step had been rehearsed long before he stepped into the ring that night.He wasn’t a member of any of the clubs. That much was obvious. The way he carried himself alone gave it away. But what I was more concerned on was how he effortlessly slipped through the place, avoiding cameras like he knew where they were before they even existed.A professional.That was the word that kept repeating in my head no matter how much I

Jettison’s POV“Stone, there's an info about discarded a sweatshirt and face cap spotted at a dump site downtown.”That was all Rodger had to say to get me back on my feet. Now I was in the car with him and several of my club men, speeding through the city toward the location to see if the rumors were true.My jaw was locked tight, my fingers clenching hard around the steering wheel as I kept my gaze fixed ahead on the road before us though my body was here but my mind wasn't it was in somewhere else entirely.“Stone, do you really think this is a good idea?” Rodger asked somewhere along the road, glancing at me from the passenger seat. “This could be a sham for all we know.”I didn’t answer as my thoughts and mind kept drifting away and circling around one person.Emilia.And the question she had asked me earlier.I wouldn’t lie; I was completely taken off guard by it. I never expected that question, not from her of all people.How she found out about Chicago, I couldn’t understand.