All Chapters of Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers pressed lightly against my temple.Everything feels… loud.Not the room. The room is quiet. Too quiet, actually. It’s my head. Thoughts moving over each other, not settling, not slowing down. The dream from last night keeps pushing back in, no matter how many times I try to ignore it. Draven. That forest. That word.Orphe.I close my eyes for a second and inhale slowly.I’m starting to get a headache.The soft sound of the closet door pulls me out of it.I look up.Maria steps out.She’s dressed now. The jeans and sweatshirt cover her completely, hiding most of what I saw earlier. It makes a difference. Not just physically. She looks… a little more put together. A little less exposed.Her eyes find mine.She just stands there for a moment, staring at me. Like she’s still trying to figure me out. Or maybe trying to decide something.Then her gaze shifts to the door.That again.My chest tightens a little.She walks over slowly and sits on the be

The past two weeks have been different.Not in a way I can explain to anyone without sounding like something is wrong with me.I’ve been avoiding Calix.Not deliberately… at least, I don’t think so. It just happens. I find reasons to stay in Maria’s room longer. Reasons to leave earlier when I know he might be around. Reasons to keep my distance, even when I don’t fully understand why I want that distance in the first place.It unsettles me.Because I’m not the kind of person who avoids things without reason.But lately… I don’t trust what I feel.So I don’t question it too deeply.Maria has been getting better.I can see it in the way she moves now—less stiff, less guarded. Her voice is stronger too. She speaks more than she did before, and sometimes she even laughs quietly at things I say. Small moments, but real ones.The physician checks on her regularly.He says she’s healing well.That she needs rest, stability, and time.And time… seems to be doing its work.I sit in the room a

“You’ve been inside for too long,” I say, my voice light as I look at Maria. “Let’s take a stroll. Look around.”Maria hesitates, her fingers tightening slightly in her lap. “I don’t think—”“No.” I stand up before she can finish, reaching for her hand and gently pulling her up with me. “Let’s go. You can’t just stay indoors.”For a brief second, she looks unsure… then her lips curve into a small smile.“Okay,” she says.I return the smile and guide her toward the door.We step outside the mansion together.The moment we do, a cool breeze brushes against my skin. I watch Maria close her eyes, her shoulders lowering slightly as she inhales. A soft smile spreads across her face like she’s been holding her breath for too long and finally let it go.Then she opens her eyes.Her gaze moves slowly across the surroundings, taking everything in.People pass by us, going about their day—talking, carrying things, moving with purpose. The pack feels alive in a way that’s hard to ignore. Maria w

Everything going on. My mind registers it quietly.The man nods again, then turns and walks off.Calix stays where he is for a moment.Still.Like he’s thinking.Then he exhales and turns, and sees me.Our eyes meet. For a second, neither of us speaks.There’s no surprise on his face. Just a brief pause, like he wasn’t expecting me there but isn’t questioning it either.“I didn’t mean to overhear,” I say.My voice is calm.Honest.He studies me for a second, then shakes his head slightly. “It’s fine.”Silence lingers for a moment.Then I ask, “Is everything okay?”He doesn’t answer immediately. His gaze shifts briefly down the hallway, then back to me.“It’s being handled,” he says.Not a full answer. But not a dismissal either.I nod once.I don’t push. Because I can already tell he won’t say more.Another quiet pause settles between us.Not tense.Just… careful.“You okay?” he asks.The question is direct.I nod without thinking too much about it. “I’m fine.”It’s the same answer I’

I pull the closet door open and just stand there for a second.I finally reach out and start taking the clothes down one by one and folding them carefully, placing them into the bag on the bed. My movements are steady. The room slowly begins to empty.Not completely. Just enough to feel it.I pause when I reach the last piece of clothing, my fingers lingering on the fabric for a second longer than necessary before I fold it and place it inside.The bag is full now.Zipped.Done.I straighten, my gaze drifting around the room.The bed. The window. The chair.Everything exactly where it was.A slow breath leaves me as I reach for my bag and pull it off the bed. The weight settles into my hand, grounding.That’s it.I walk to the door, open it, and step out into the hallway.The quiet greets me again.Familiar now.But it doesn’t feel like mine.My steps are soft as I walk down the corridor, my grip tightening slightly on the handle of my bag as I approach Maria’s door.I pause for a se