All Chapters of Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The night air tastes like salt. I lean against the balcony rail, staring out at the dark stretch of water glinting under the moonlight. The breeze hits my face, cool and gentle, but it doesn’t calm the pounding in my chest.I can still see Draven’s eyes. The way they burned when he looked at me earlier. Pain. Anger. Regret. I don’t even know anymore.It doesn’t matter.It shouldn’t matter.Lauren’s pregnant. He made his choice. He betrayed me when he let her touch him—my best friend. He could’ve stayed single. He could’ve stayed loyal even without me. But no, he couldn't keep his dick in his fucking pants.I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to look away from the sea. Enough. I’m not wasting another second thinking about him.I step back inside and strip out of my shorts, pulling on a simple black bikini. The cabin feels too heavy with thoughts I don’t want. The beach is calling for me—cold water, quiet waves, a little bit of peace.Calix is out for a meeting with his MC, so

The roar of engines hits me first, rolling across the sand like a tidal wave, vibrating up through my feet and into my chest. I try to focus on the race, but my thoughts betray me. Calix’s cocky grin, the way he towers over everyone when he talks, the heat in his eyes—it’s all I can see. And then there’s Draven, his cold, burning stare piercing through the crowd straight at me. My chest tightens, my wolf pacing under my skin, whining at the tension I can’t untangle. The flag girl stands at the starting line, leg lifted, hand on the flag. Her voice carries over the engines: “Three… two… one!” The bikes roar forward, sand spraying behind their tires like fireworks. I cling to the railing, leaning forward, hair whipping across my face. The Ironclaws’ bikes thunder past, kicking sand and wind. Calix is in the lead immediately, weaving like he’s dancing with chaos, tires digging deep into the damp beach sand. My stomach twists with adrenaline and worry. He’s reckless. Too reckless. Every

DRAVENThe second they walk into the party, it hits me again, harder this time. Like a wound I keep pretending has healed but rips open every time I see them together. It shouldn’t hurt this much anymore. I’ve seen her with him for days now. I should be numb by now. But I’m not. I’m nowhere close. The ache is still there, sharp and stupid, crawling under my ribs like it owns the place. I lost my spark the day I banished her from the pack five years ago… and for a long time, I thought I could live without it. But the moment she walked back into my life at the tournament, the spark returned so fast it felt like breathing after drowning. And just as fast, it disappeared again the second I saw Calix beside her. She not only betrayed me by sleeping with my beta, but she also crushed my heart all over again by choosing my stepbrother. Of all people… she chose him. She could have been with anyone, anyone in the damn world, but not Calix. She knew I hated him. She knew exactly what it woul

My head pounds so hard it feels like someone is hammering from the inside.I groan as I try to open my eyes, then immediately regret it. Light pours in through the open window, sharp and unforgiving, slicing straight through my skull. I squeeze my eyes shut again, my fingers fumbling for my temples.Bad idea.Very bad idea.My head throbs harder, pulse loud in my ears. I don’t know how much I drank last night, but I know it was more than I should have. Way more. The memories come in flashes—music, firelight, Calix laughing, Draven’s stare burning into my back like a brand.I sit up slowly, teeth clenched, breathing through it. The room tilts a little before settling. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, my body heavy, weak, like I ran miles instead of slept.Water.I need water.I stumble to the fridge, grab a bottle, twist the cap open, and drink like my life depends on it. Cold water rushes down my throat, soothing and shocking at the same time. I finish it in one go

RHIANNONMy heart is racing so hard I can feel it in my throat.Draven is only a few steps away from me now. Too close. Close enough that I can see the tension in his shoulders, the storm in his eyes. Close enough that whatever is between us—whatever never really died—feels like it’s about to drag me under.Then it happens.He walks straight into someone. A sharp crash cuts through the air, glass shattering on the ground. People curse. Someone laughs nervously.Without waiting another second, I move.I turn and slip away the second his attention breaks, my feet carrying me through the crowd like instinct takes over. I don’t look back. I don’t slow down. My chest burns as I push past bodies, past noise, past everything.I can’t talk to him.I can’t stand in front of him and pretend I’m okay. I can’t look into his eyes and not feel everything I’ve spent years burying. I won’t survive that.Because no matter how much I try to deny it, my body remembers him. My heart remembers. My wolf—tr