All Chapters of The Biker Alpha I Hate Wants Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Emilia POV"Nothing much. I just came to ruin you."My voice came out shakier than I wanted, low but cutting, and my hand trembled as it slipped into my pocket.Her mouth opened slightly, her black-painted lips parting as she stared at me in disbelief, like she couldn't believe I'd actually said that...And then I stepped inside before she could even react, pushing the door wider with my shoulder.The smell hit me first: cheap incense mixed with something burnt. Her apartment was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single lamp. Clothes were scattered across the couch, and the faint sound of loud music came from somewhere deeper inside the small space."Emilia—what the hell are you doing?" She snapped finally, regaining her voice, but I could hear the faint tremor in it.My breathing was uneven and loud in my ears. My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel the heat rising to my face."You just couldn’t stop, could you?" I said quietly as I turned to look at her. My voice s

Jettison’s POVFuck.I really thought I could handle it—ghost her for a few days, make her miss me, and punish her a little for the way she’d pushed me. But hell, who was I kidding? It felt like I was the one being punished.Three nights without her.Three nights of pretending I didn’t crave her laugh, her scent, her warmth, and everything.Hell Theron and I had nearly lost it. I’d snuck into her room more times than I’d admit on those three nights, just to watch her sleep, to remind myself she was real, to watch the way her chest rose and fell under the blanket, the way she curled into herself—innocent and untouchable.Pathetic of me, right? Yeah, because she doesn't know and she wouldn't. I'd made sure of it, careful not to leave a trace, not even my scent. It was crazy of me. I know that, hiding in the dark like a coward while pretending to be mad at her. Meanwhile, I would never spend a single day without catching a glimpse of her, even in her workplace. There were times when I'd

Author’s POVThe Same Night—A Dark RoomThe room was eerily dark except for the thin rays of moonlight streaming through a small window located high up the wall. It was the only window inside, barely large enough for the air to pass through.For the first few minutes, everything stayed still. The silence in the room was heavy, the kind that made the heart beat louder than usual. The soft rustle of the breeze outside mixed with the creaking of the window frame was the only sound that could be heard until the sudden chirping of a bird unexpectedly sliced through the night air.And immediately a black raven swooped into the room through the wide-open window, its dark feathers glinting faintly under the moonlight. It flew forward and moved to a perch in the center of the room, screeching sharply, as if calling out to something hidden in the shadows.Right on cue, a single light flickered on. The dim glow spread slowly until it caught the raven’s form.In that instant, the bird began tremb

Jettison POV The air in the pack house still f**king smelled like trouble and old grudges just like the last time I’d smelt it, and that was four days ago. The night of the full moon festival. The same night I’d beaten the hell out of Jason.I hadn’t set foot here since then because I knew what waited for me the moment I did but when Mom wouldn’t stop calling, I knew there was no way I could keep running from it. And now, here I am.“Alpha.”The maids and servants around stopped what they were doing and bowed to me as I walked past them towards the grand house.I gave a stiff nod, keeping my gaze fixed ahead, completely ignoring their whispers and murmur that followed me down the hall as I moved.My boots echoed softly against the floor, each step heavier than the last as my legs led me straight to one particular wing of the house—the one I’d been avoiding.I stopped in front of the familiar door, hesitated for a second then shoved at it the old hinges let out a faint squeak as it op

Emilia POVThe air outside the house felt quiet too quiet, as if the last few seconds inside hadn't been chaotic.I looked around at the trees that surrounded the backyard of our house where we were sitting; a strange stillness hung between them, broken only by the faint murmur of voices coming from inside the house, where I could hear the pack psychological doctor tending to Mom, Genevieve, or whatever the woman's name was.From here I could still hear Mom's screaming, and the heavy crashing sound was a sign she was still going on with her violent fits.I swallowed and wrapped my arms tightly around myself as the cold night air bit into my skin through the light shirt I was wearing. Hell to think I hadn't even had a chance to change from my work clothes, all thanks to Mom.I gulped into nothing, and I reminisced on the incident all over again.Honestly, I don't even know what to feel about it right now. Fear? Guilt? Confusion, hell, nothing seems to be making sense no matter how I tr