บททั้งหมดของ Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Have you ever had this feeling?The kind that makes you question yourself.The kind that makes you feel like something is wrong with you.Like you’re standing in the middle of two paths, and no matter which one you take, you’ll lose something you can’t get back.It isn’t normal.Is it?People are supposed to love one person.That’s how it works.That’s what everyone believes.So why do I feel like my heart doesn’t understand that?Why does it refuse to stay in one place?With Draven… it was fate. A physical pull I can't resist.It was something deeper than me.Something my wolf recognized before I did.A pull I couldn’t explain.A bond that lived in my bones.Even now, after everything, there are moments where I still feel it. Faint. Weak. But there. Like an old scar that never really disappears.And Calix…Calix wasn’t fate.He was something else.Something that grew slowly.In silence.In the spaces where I was breaking and didn’t want anyone to see it.He didn’t force himself into

RHIANNONThe town is quieter than I expected.We turn into a side road lined with trees that have already started losing their leaves. The houses here aren’t massive pack mansions or old lodges. Just normal homes. Porches. Driveways. All of that.The van slows.My chest tightens a little and I don’t know why.This is what I wanted, isn’t it? Space. Something that’s mine.The van stops in front of a two-storey house painted a soft grey. Not flashy. Just… solid. There’s a small porch with black railings, two steps leading up to the front door. To the right of the house is a wide metal garage building. Fresh paint. The Ironclaw insignia isn’t on it. No mark of ownership. Just a simple sign bolted above the shutter door:R.H Auto Works.My initials.I swallow.Calix gets out first and holds out a hand to me.I take it.His grip is warm. Steady. My boots hit the ground and I look up at the house again. It doesn’t feel temporary. It doesn’t feel like a guest space.It feels intentional.“

RHIANNONThe whole week felt different. It was kind of refreshing.I opened on Monday morning.The first car that drove in was a dark blue sedan with a rattling engine. The driver stepped out, a mid-forties man with an oil-stained cap and skeptical eyes.“You the mechanic?” he asked, looking past me like someone else might step out.“I’m the owner,” I replied, wiping my hands on a rag even though they were already clean.He hesitated. “Alternator’s failing. The battery keeps dying.”I nodded and popped the hood. The belt was worn. The alternator whined when I tested it. Easy enough.He lingered while I worked. Watched every move. Arms crossed.I could feel the doubt rolling off him.I didn’t rush. I removed the serpentine belt, unbolted the alternator, replaced it cleanly, and tightened everything down with steady hands.When I started the engine again, it purred smoothly and evenly.He blinked.Ran a hand over his chin.“Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered.I just shrugged, trying not

DRAVENI left my pack a week ago.There were questions about territory lines and pride and what it would mean if she refused to return.I didn’t entertain any of it.I chose her once.I will choose her again.I took only two of my men. That was enough.We traveled to a small town close to Calix’s pack. Close enough to watch. Three days ago, I sent Marcus into Ironclaw quietly to look for her.Three days passed.Nothing.He hadn’t heard her name.Hadn’t caught her scent.Hadn’t seen her.Each report chipped at my patience.Where could she be?If she wasn’t in Ironclaw, then where the hell was she?Today, I was in the hotel room, staring at the wall like it might split open and give me answers, when there was a knock.Marcus stepped inside.“I didn’t hear anything about her,” he said immediately. “No outsider female staying in Ironclaw.”My jaw tightened.“But,” he added, “as I was coming back, I saw Calix.”Every part of me went stilled.“Where?” My voice was calm. Too calm.“Riding p

RHIANNONI open the door and freeze.A man is standing there, casual, like he might be a customer. Then I hear it. My name. His voice.“Rhiannon…”My stomach flips, and I spin toward the corner of the porch. He’s there. Draven.My wolf surges, traitorous and impatient. I clench my fists, biting down on the instinct to leap forward—or back. Something twists inside me, a sharp, hot ache as he steps closer.I don’t move. I can’t.How did he find me? I thought this chapter of my life was closed, that the tournament, the distance, and the time had put us on different paths. But here he is, walking straight toward my door.The man in front of me murmurs something about a car, about repairs. I don’t hear him. My eyes are glued to Draven.He stops close. Too close. The tension in his gaze presses against me. My heart pounds like it’s trying to escape. The nervous flutter I always feel around him returns, sharp and unwanted.“What a coincidence,” he says, low, deep, and I feel it vibrate thro