All Chapters of The Biker Alpha I Hate Wants Me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emilia POVThe restaurant was almost empty tonight, the silence so loud that every clatter of cutlery echoed off the walls as I washed the dishes in the sink.Well, it was quite expected with the full moon festival just a few days away; most people were busy making preparations for it rather than just eating out, and even Madam Kim wasn't left out. She hadn’t been around for days, obviously buried deep in the festival chaos, and a few other workers had also taken leave to prepare too.Which left just four of us—I, Nyra, and two other workers who usually slipped out before closing. With business slow these days, they barely stayed for long.I, on the other hand, stayed until closing as usual. What was the point of leaving early? It wasn’t like I had anything to prepare for. Not when I couldn’t even take part in the one thing that made the festival special.The shift.Yeah, the joy of being in your wolf form, of feeling that untamed freedom under the moonlight after years of hiding our

Emilia POV“Bunny?”The familiar voice, low and steady, followed by the tap on my shoulder, made me jump in my spot. My heart kicked against my ribs as I spun around startled, only to see Jettison standing in front of me.“What are you doing here? I’ve been searching everywhere for you.” He asked with a frown on his face, but beneath it I caught the flicker of something else—concern, the kind that always left my chest aching.“Y… yeah, I just came out here to check some designs,” I murmured, forcing my voice to stay soft, though my throat was dry and my heart was still pounding so loud I could hear it beating in my ears. I turned to look behind me, but the hooded figure was gone.Huh? I blinked hard. What? No. It had been there just now; I’d felt it watching me.“What are you staring at?” Jett’s voice pulled me back, laced with worry and more concern.“Um… I thought I saw someone there…” My words trailed off as I turned to look at him."What?!" His brow creased in obvious confusion, b

Author's POVThe hall split open with the sound of Jason’s fist colliding with Jettison’s jaw. The sharp crack echoed around the room like a gunshot, snapping the crowd out of their murmurs. Shock and disbelief gasps burst from lips, and someone's wine glass fell to the floor, cutting through the silence that had fallen upon the room; the room grew hot and heavy, thick with tension.Emilia jolted in her spot as though the blow had landed on her own face; somehow the sound of the blow got to her. Her pulse hammered so violently in her chest that she pressed a hand against her temples, but it didn’t help. Her knees trembled beneath her, threatening to give way as the room tilted under the force of that single strike.Jason’s chest heaved, his eyes blazing with pure hatred as he glared at Jettison. “Stop defending her, you fool!” He bellowed, his eyes darkening even more in rage.Jettison barely moved; his jaw flexed slightly as he slowly brought his hands to touch the corner of his mout

Emilia POVBut then the shift started happening forcefully."Arrrghh..." Jettison howled, his voice tearing through the air. I froze where I stood as his body began twisting in painful shapes. The sound of bones snapping echoed deep through the forest, sharp and raw, each crack making my stomach twist. His hands and legs bent in strange, broken angles, the veins on his neck standing out as he dropped to his knees.The tearing of fabric split the silence. His shirt ripped apart, his skin stretching thin under the moonlight. I could hear the wet crack of muscle and bone reshaping. My heart thudded painfully as fear and awe tangled inside me. I wanted to move, but my legs refused to obey.His skin began peeling, replaced by thick, dark fur spreading rapidly across his body. His hands turned to massive paws, claws digging into the damp earth. The scent of soil and sweat filled my nose, and the chill of night air brushed against my face.I stood completely still, mesmerized. It was like wat

Emilia POV"And that was it... I haven’t seen him again since that night."I sighed deeply, the weight of it pressing heavy in my chest as I recounted my fallout with Jettison to Nyra, who lay sprawled lazily across my small bed in my dainty room.With Jettison ghosting me for three days now—and Nyra’s endless curiosity about where I lived finally wearing me down—I had no choice but to let her in. I wanted to keep things light between us, but she’d seen right through me. Through my silence. Through the dark circles under my eyes. Through the ache that Jettison’s absence left behind. And just like that, she’d forced the story out of me."Could you please permit me to say something?" she said suddenly, setting the book she was reading aside."Huh?" I raised a brow at her."Do you know you’re the most stupid person on earth right now?" she rasped, voice sharp but teasing.I blinked, my throat tightening. "You won’t understand, Nyra... unless you know where I’m coming from," I muttered so