All Chapters of Until She Was Theirs: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lilith’s POVThe morning arrived way too quickly.Sleep barely touched me the night before, and when it did, it came in like restless fragments, half-dreams filled with flashing lights, roaring engines, and Cassian’s voice repeating a single word over and over until it lost all meaning.Mistake.I laid on my bed awake long before dawn, staring at the ceiling, my chest tight with thoughts I refused to finish. By the time I finally forced myself to get out of bed, I felt hollowed out, like something essential had been scooped clean from inside me.Today was the day of the competition.The house was already alive when I went downstairs. Movement echoed through every hallway, footsteps, voices, the clatter of equipment being shifted and checked. The familiar scent of oil and metal lingered in the air, sharp and grounding.I focused on that instead of the knot that was forming in my stomach.Cassian’s presence h

Lilith’s POVThe noise around me blurred into a dull hum as Nolan walked away.I watched his back as he headed toward the man in charge of the competition Mr Brandt, his posture tense, shoulders set like he was bracing for impact. He spoke with sharp gestures, calm but firm, clearly explaining the sudden change in riders. I knew he hated this….hated being forced into a position where control slipped through his fingers.I didn’t blame him.But I also didn’t have the luxury of fear. I turned away from them and faced the line of bikes.They were arranged neatly, each one polished and tuned to perfection, engines quiet but coiled with power. Just looking at them made my pulse quicken. These weren’t ordinary machines. They were predators, waiting to be unleashed.In the first lesson, Cassian’s voice echoed in my head.‘Never let someone choose a bike for you.’I walked slowly down the line, letting my fingers hover just above the frames without touching. Cassian had told me that bikes had

Lilith’s POVThe silence around the arena fell like a heavy curtain. For a moment, it felt as though the world had stopped breathing.The engines had gone completely quiet, the dust was still settling, and every eye was fixed on the finish line where Kyra and I had crossed almost simultaneously. My chest rose and fell rapidly beneath my riding gear, lungs burning, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The bike beneath me vibrated faintly, heat seeping through metal and leather, grounding me in the present.I didn’t move.Neither did Kyra.We just sat there, our bikes angled slightly toward each other, helmets still on, visors down, staring across the narrow stretch of ground between us. It wasn’t a glare filled with hatred….at least not entirely. It was something deeper. Disbelief. Shock. A silent question neither of us could voice.What just happened?Around us, murmurs rippled through the crowd. Low voices overlapped, confusion and excitement tangling together. Some

Lilith’s POVIf someone had told me that winning a life-threatening underground bike competition would be the calmest part of my day, I would have laughed in their face.Yet there I was, standing just a few feet from the finish line, helmet tucked under my arm, ears still ringing with the fading echoes of cheers, while Tyla practically vibrated beside me like she had just downed three energy drinks back-to-back.“You saw that, right?” she exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. “Tell me you saw how she almost clipped that barrel…..no, wait, the spike trap….no, the fake shortcut…..”“Tyla,” I laughed breathlessly, trying to steady myself, “you’re going to dislocate something. Possibly me.”She ignored that completely.“You drifted,” she continued, eyes wide, hands gesturing wildly in the air. “Not just any drift, Lilith. A perfect drift. Cassian would have cried if he saw it.”The mention of Cassian sent a brief ache through my chest, but it was quickly swallowed by T

Lilith’s POVI probably should have known something was up the moment everyone started acting suspiciously cheerful.It began with the way they all seem to hover around me, it was too suspicious.Too many smiles. Too many whispers. Too many glances exchanged when they thought I wasn’t looking.By the time Tyla clapped her hands loudly and announced, “Alright, no one says a word, just follow me,” I knew ... .without a doubt ... .that something had been planned behind my back.“For what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.“For celebration,” one of the junior analysts said, grinning from ear to ear. “We won. You won. That deserves something at the very least.”I laughed, shaking my head. “You people are ridiculous.”“Say the woman who nearly died on a bike and still came out smiling,” Tyla shot back. “Come on, Lilith. You can not tell me you don’t want this.”I glanced around, half-expecting Nolan or Cassian to intervene.But Nolan was already shrugging into his jacket, his phone pressed to hi