All Chapters of The Biker Alpha I Hate Wants Me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emilia POVThe ticket sat on my nightstand like a sin waiting to be committed. I couldn’t sleep—not with it staring back at me every time I turned. Sometimes I picked it up, traced the faded print with my thumb, then dropped it like it had burned me.My fingers itched to rip it apart, flush it, and end this madness.But I didn’t.Instead, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the steady tick of the clock. Every second was another chance to decide against it. Every second was another reminder of the mess Jettison had dragged me into.“Don’t go,” I whispered to myself again and again. Jettison was chaos. Nothing good could come from stepping into his world. The sound of engines, the reek of smoke, the crowd screaming—it all pulled me back to the things I’d run from for years.I squeezed my pillow against my chest, eyes burning. You don’t need him, Emilia. You don’t need this.But then I heard his voice in my head. Low. Rough. Commanding.'Skip it, and I’ll come drag you

Emilia POVThe trees and bushes seemed to stretch around me without ending, swallowing me whole as I ran deeper into the woods, branches and bushes scraping my arms, and that was when I realized it—I was lost. The vegetation pressing close from every side confirmed it.I halted, panting heavily, hands pressed against my knees as I tried to catch my breath. My chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, my throat burning from the run. Sweat dripped down the side of my face, stinging my eyes, and I felt the taste of salt on my lips.I lifted my head slowly after a while, squinting at the dark stretch of woods; dread settled heavy in my chest almost immediately. The air felt strange. The air smelled different—too different—and that was when it clicked in. Not only was I lost in the woods, but I had run too far, and now I was standing at the border that led to another pack’s territory.My stomach dropped.How did I get here? All I remembered was running blindly through the trees, desperate to e

Jettison POV"Please don't do this, Father... please don't touch me...."Her words ripped through me like claws.I froze at first, my breath hitching. Then my fists clenched tight at my sides, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sharp sting. Heat ran through my veins, and I could hear the faint pop of my bones as Theron surged closer to the surface.*Father?* Theron’s growl shook hard in my head. *Who the hell touched her? Who dared to put fear like that in her blood? I’ll tear him apart. Tell me who, Jettison. Tell me now.*I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Watching her thrash weakly against nothing, sweat sticking her hair to her face, was like a blade twisting inside me. My chest felt too tight. The urge to go back to Griffin, to destroy him slowly, was almost unbearable. But these words… this wasn’t just about Griffin. This was something deeper. Older.Her legs kicked beneath the sheets, her nails clawing at the air as though someone hovered over her. Her breath came fast,

Emilia POVThe sound of bottles crashing against the floor yanked me awake. My eyelids fought to stay shut, heavy as stone, but I forced them open and pushed myself into a sitting position on the bed.A groan slipped out as the room spun violently before me, my head heavy, and I could feel every beat of my heart pounding in my skull.Where…where was I?I pressed a hand to my temple, eyes darting around the room, and that was when it clicked. I was in my room.But I couldn't remember getting here.Sure, the last thing I remember was being at the race—the noise all around me and the restless nerves coiling in my stomach. After that? I couldn't remember anything else; everything felt blank.Slowly I slid my legs over the side of the bed and stood on my feet. For some reason the floor seemed to sway beneath me, my vision blurred, and I had to grip the bedpost until the dizziness passed. My pulse thundered in my ears.Just then my gaze fell on the cloth lying on the chair across from me. I

Jettison POV"Tune it down, f**ker," I growled at Theron, who was clawing like madman ready to break free inside me.My chest heaved, sweat breaking across my skin. This should be the first time in years I’d had this much trouble holding him back.*No. Let me out* he snarled, his voice ripping through my skull like broken glass.“F**king keep it still, Theron,” I ground out, fists clenching so tight my knuckles cracked. My jaw ticked, the veins in my arms bulging as his rage throbbed under my skin.I knew why he was acting like this—Her scent.The damn thing was crawling all over him. Normally it use to calm him down sooth his beastly nerves But today? Today it lit him up like fire in dry grass. He was restless, feral and if I hadn’t been iron-chained tight on control he would’ve torn through me to get to her.*We’re not calm, Jett. We’re not f**king calm* He still protested stubbornly Inside me.“No, we’re not,” I muttered through my teeth my chest heaving, “but we’ll be calm with th