บททั้งหมดของ Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

RHIANNONThe drive back feels longer than it should.The road stretches ahead of us, quiet and dull, the trees blurring past the window, but my thoughts won’t slow down with it. Every bump in the road sends a small jolt through my body. My fingers stay curled around the strap of my bag like if I let go, everything inside me will spill out.The van finally rolls to a stop near the lodge.When I look out, the tournament grounds are almost empty. No cheering. No shouting. Just the ocean in the distance and a few scattered figures heading back to their rooms. The race must have ended while we were gone.Calix cuts the engine, but he doesn’t move right away. His hands stay on the steering wheel, knuckles tight. His jaw is clenched so hard I can see the muscle jump.“I still don’t like the idea,” he says.My heart is already pounding. It has been since we left the priest’s place. Fear sits in my chest like something alive, shifting every time I breathe. But I lift my chin anyway.“I will do

DRAVENThe air changes.It doesn’t happen slowly. It snaps, sharp and sudden like something invisible just tore through the space around us. My wolf reacts before my mind does. He lifts his head hard inside me, attention locking in, muscles coiling like he’s ready to strike.A murmur ripples through the crowd.“What is that?”I breathe in without meaning to.Moon water.The recognition hits instantly. Clean, ancient, and powerful. It slices through the noise, through sweat and oil and salt air, cutting straight to instinct. My jaw tightens.Why would someone bring moon water here?My eyes scan the crowd automatically, searching for the source, and then they stop on Rhiannon.She stands a few steps away, too still for the chaos around her. Her face is pale, her shoulders set like she’s holding herself upright by force alone. There’s something in her eyes I haven’t seen before. Not anger. Not sadness.Resolve.My gaze drops.Her hand.The vial.Cold spreads through my chest.She did thi

The shore is quiet now.The sea has calmed, like it already said everything it needed to say to me. I sit on the sand with my elbows resting on my knees, staring at the place where the water keeps reaching and pulling back, reaching and pulling back. My clothes are still damp. My chest still feels hollow, like something vital was ripped out and the space hasn’t closed yet.Footsteps approach behind me.I don’t turn.“She’s awake,” one of my men says carefully.The words land, but they don’t settle. I don’t answer. I just push myself to my feet and start walking.I want one answer from Lauren.And the truth only.The walk feels longer than it should. Every step grinds something sharp inside my chest. By the time I reach my room, my hands are shaking, not with doubt, but with something darker. Something coiled tight under my skin.I open the door.Lauren lay on the bed.Her eyes snap to me the second I step inside. She looks small, wrapped in blankets, her face pale, tears already spill

DRAVENHer words won’t leave me.They echo in my head, sharp and cruel, like they were carved into bone.If you want to kill her, then you should die as well. Don’t you think?She said it without hesitation.Without fear.Like my life meant nothing to her anymore.Like she could stand there and watch me fall apart… and not care.Something inside my chest caves in.I turn slowly, my gaze landing on Lauren’s body crumpled on the floor. Blood stains the wood beneath her. Her breathing is shallow. Weak. Pathetic.Rage surges again, fast and violent.If I stay here one more second, I will end her.And I already know that if I do, Rhiannon will never forgive me.So I turn my back.Walking away feels like ripping my own skin open, but I do it anyway. One step. Then another. My hands are shaking so badly that I have to clench them into fists.Thane is standing by the door when I step out. My beta. His eyes flick to my face, then quickly away, like he already knows better than to look too clos

The room feels too quiet after Calix left.Not peaceful quiet. The kind that presses against your ears until you start hearing your own heartbeat. I’m still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my fingers resting over my stomach where my breathing rises and falls unevenly.My body is tired, but my mind refuses to rest.Calix’s touch lingers in my palm.The way he looked at me.The way he hesitated.The way he walked away.A knock sounds on the door.I don’t move.For a moment, I think I imagined it — just another sound my restless mind created.Then it comes again.Knock. Knock.My brows pull together.Calix just left. And Calix doesn’t knock. So who—I push myself up slowly, wincing as weakness spreads through my limbs again. My feet touch the floor, and I pause until the dizziness settles.Walking still feels strange, like my body doesn’t fully belong to me yet. Each step toward the door is careful, slow, controlled.By the time I reach it, my hand hesitates on the handle.Som