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 21 - チャプター 30

The race blurs past me.Engines scream. Tires bite into dirt. The crowd roars in waves, rising and falling like the sea. I know I’m supposed to be watching, supposed to be focused on Calix and his bike and the way he leans into every turn like it’s instinct carved into his bones.But my mind isn’t here.It’s somewhere far. Quiet. Tangled up in a voice I can’t unhear.‘I don’t want anyone to find out about the child.’My hands are clasped together in front of me, fingers laced too tight. My wolf shifts uneasily beneath my skin, distracted, restless. She doesn’t care about the race either. She’s alert, ears up, like she knows something is wrong even if she can’t name it.I try to focus. I really do. I track Calix’s bike for a few seconds, watch the way he handles the turns despite his injured shoulder. He’s good. Too good. Like pain is just another thing he’s learned to ignore.Then Lauren arrives.She slips into the crowd a few minutes late, dressed neatly, one hand resting over her st

DravenMy anger moves faster than my thoughts.One second, I’m holding Lauren in my arms, voices ringing in my ears. The next, my body is already crossing the distance between me and Rhiannon. My hand comes up on instinct. On fury. On everything I’ve been holding in for months.My fingers close around her neck.Her skin is warm beneath my palm. Too familiar. Too damn familiar.My wolf explodes inside me, burning, clawing, raging. Not because Lauren is hurt. Not because of blood on the floor.Because it’s her.Because it’s always her.She stands there again, proving me wrong. Standing in front of me like a stranger wearing the face of the woman I loved. Like someone who keeps reminding me that the girl I fell in love with doesn’t exist anymore. Like the bond I felt was a lie only I believed in.My wolf snarls, furious.She’s not the same, he growls. She broke us.I tighten my grip without meaning to.Disappointment burns hotter than anger in my chest. Disappointment and grief tangled t

Morning light slips through the curtains and lands right on my face.I groan softly and turn my head, my eyes fluttering open as the weight of sleep peels away. My body feels heavy, like I didn’t rest at all. I stretch across the bed, muscles pulling, then push myself upright and rub my face with my palm.My gaze drifts to the other side of the bed.Empty.The sheets are untouched. Cold.A small frown forms between my brows.I scan the room properly this time. The chair by the window is empty. No jacket tossed over it. No helmet by the door.“Calix?” I call softly, more out of habit than expectation.No answer.I swing my legs off the bed and stand, walking toward the balcony. The doors are slightly open, the curtains moving with the breeze. I step outside.Nothing.The balcony is empty.I glance at the clock inside.8:30 a.m.That’s early.Where would he go this early?For a moment, unease curls in my stomach. Then I push it aside. I don’t have the space for unnecessary thoughts toda

“Why her?” I whisper. “She was my best friend.”I watch his face change.The drop in his expression mirrors the way my stomach fell the day everything shattered. There’s no pretending he didn’t feel that. His wolf reacts too—I sense it, that low, wounded confusion rippling through the bond we never properly severed.My hands tremble at my sides.I want him to reach for me.I want him to say my name the way he used to.I want him to tell me this is all wrong.But he doesn’t.So I breathe in, steadying myself, and force the words out before fear can choke them back.“I never betrayed you.”My voice shakes, but I hold his gaze. I won’t look away. Not now.“Everything that happened….. I was framed. I didn’t do any of it.” My chest burns. “And there’s no way I can prove it, because you never believed me. Not then. Not now.”My wolf growls softly, hurt, bleeding into anger.I continue, the words tasting bitter. “You still choose to believe what you see,” His jaw tightens.“But you need to o

The door closes behind us with a soft thud.The air inside feels thicker. Not heavy in a choking way, but old—like it has been breathing long before I ever existed. My wolf shifts uneasily under my skin, her senses stretching out first, cautious. The place smells like earth, dried herbs, smoke, and something metallic I can’t quite place.The man sits on the floor at the center of the room.No chair. No table.Just him.Ancient objects surround him in a loose circle, bowls carved from bone, bundles of dried leaves tied with twine, stones etched with symbols I don’t recognize. There are knives too. Not shiny. Worn. Used. The kind that has history soaked into its handles.I stop walking without realizing it.Calix moves half a step in front of me, his shoulders tightening. Protective. Alert.The man doesn’t look up.Then I realize why.His eyes are white.Not cloudy. Not unfocused.Blind.A strange chill slides down my spine.Before either of us can say anything, he lifts his head slight