Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 109

This was the bike I worked on that Sunday before Calix arrived.I had already finished it. It was ready for the owner to pick up the next morning.The plan was simple, repair the bike and hand it over the next day.But Draven came and dragged me away before morning ever came.My hand rests lightly on the handlebars as the memory settles in, not in fragments, but as something clear and complete.Now it’s been months.My gaze lingers on the bike for a moment longer.The owner must have been furious.Waiting. Calling. Losing patience.I press my lips together slightly.I can’t just leave it like this.I straighten and turn away from the bike, already making a decision in my head.I need to talk to him and explain. But how? I don't even have his contact anymore.My thoughts shift immediately after that.My phone.Draven dragged me out without it.It must still be somewhere in the house.I leave the shop quickly, my steps a little faster now as I move across the small distance and push the

The months after I returned settled into something steady.I went back to work the next day and kept going.At first, it was just a few people. The regulars who already knew me. The ones who had been coming before everything happened. They asked questions. Where I had been. Why the shop was closed for so long. I didn’t give details. I told them I had an accident and left it there. Most of them didn’t push. The ones who did eventually stopped asking.Work picked up again.Not all at once, but gradually. More bikes started coming in. More calls. More people showing up without notice. Word spread that I was back. That the shop was open again. That I was taking jobs.I stayed busy.Most days, I barely noticed the time passing. I would start in the morning and not stop until the light outside had already changed. My hands stayed stained with oil. My clothes carried the scent of metal and fuel no matter how many times I washed them. But it didn’t bother me.It grounded me.This was somethin

DRAVENThe engine is the only thing keeping me steady as I turn into her street.If it goes quiet, I know I’ll feel it.Everything.The distance. The time. The way a year can stretch into something that doesn’t feel real until you’re standing at the end of it.So I let the engine run a second longer than necessary before I cut it.The silence that follows settles immediately.Heavy.I don’t move at first.My hands stay on the handlebars, my grip tighter than it should be, like if I let go too quickly, something will shift and I won’t be ready for it.Then I lift my head.And I see her.She’s sitting right in front of the house.Exactly where the light from inside barely reaches her, leaving her half in shadow.For a second, nothing else exists.Not the road. Not the night. Not the distance I just crossed to get here.Just her.She looks the same.And she doesn’t.It’s small things.The way she’s sitting. The way her shoulders hold themselves. The quiet around her that wasn’t there bef

The words stay between us. And I just watch him.Something shifts in his face.It’s small. Easy to miss if I wasn’t already looking too closely. His eyes hold mine for a second longer, then he looks away, like he needs that space just to breathe. His hand comes up, dragging slowly through his hair, pushing it back before falling again. It’s not a careless movement. It looks… strained.Like he’s holding something in.“I didn’t come back the same,” he says.His voice is quieter now. Rougher.I don’t interrupt.“I’m… wolfless.” He pauses, like the word itself doesn’t sit right in his mouth. “My wolf is inside you.”That second pulse that’s always beating in my chest.I feel it before I even think about it. Low and steady. My fingers press lightly against my shirt without meaning to.He looks at me again, softly this time.“I’ve missed you, Rhiannon.”Something in the way he says it makes my throat tighten.“It’s so hard to breathe right now. I—” He stops himself, like the rest of the wor