All Chapters of Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DRAVENThe car has barely stopped in front of the hotel when the pain hits.It crashes through my chest so suddenly that my knees almost buckle.For a second, I don’t understand what is happening. My hand instinctively goes to my ribs, fingers pressing hard against my chest as if I can crush the pain back down.But it only gets worse.“Alpha?” Marcus’s voice comes from beside me as we step out of the car.The ground feels unsteady beneath my boots.Something twists inside my chest again—sharper this time. Deeper.Like someone has reached inside my ribs and wrapped a fist around my heart.My wolf stirs violently.Then he growls.Mate.The word slams into my mind like thunder.And suddenly—I smell it.Her.Rhiannon.The scent hits my senses so strongly that it feels like she’s standing right in front of me.But there’s something else tangled with it.Another scent.Male.My wolf snarls so viciously inside my head that my vision blurs.The pain in my chest twists again.Not just pain.S

RHIANNONThe car finally slows.I barely notice when it does.The world outside the window has turned into nothing but darkness and empty road. Bushes stretch endlessly on both sides, the headlights cutting a narrow path through the night. No houses. No people. Just the sound of the engine and the weight pressing on my chest.The car stops.I don’t move.Draven doesn’t either.Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hands still gripping the steering wheel. His head hangs slightly forward, his shoulders rising and falling slowly as he breathes.In.Out.In.Out.Like he’s trying to calm something inside himself.I stare straight ahead.The silence between us feels heavier than the drive.After a moment, his door opens.The cold night air slips into the car before the door shuts again. I hear his boots against the gravel as he walks around the front of the car.My fingers curl slightly in my lap.Don’t look at him.The passenger door opens.“Rhiannon.”His voice is calm. Too calm.I keep

Something jerks beneath me.Hard.My body lurches forward before I’m even fully awake.My eyes snap open.The world outside the window is moving.Trees blur past. Gravel crunches beneath the tires. The car sways slightly as it drives over a rough road.For a moment my mind can’t catch up.Why am I—Then I see him.Draven sits in the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other loose against the gear. His shoulders look relaxed, like this is just another normal morning drive.Like he didn’t drag me away from my life.Like I’m not sitting in this car against my will.The memory of last night slams back into my head all at once.The motel and everything that happened last night.Anger burns up my throat so fast it almost chokes me.“You jerk!”The words explode out of me.Draven turns his head slightly, glancing at me.Just for a second. Then his eyes return to the road.“Good morning.”His voice is calm.Calm.Like nothing is wrong.“What is good about this morning?!” My voic

The Dark Witch steps forward, every movement deliberate, predatory. His eyes glint in the dim light, sharp and cold, and a shiver coils in my stomach.“I know you remembered,” he says slowly, his voice like ice cutting through the night. “Your eyes say it all, even though you can’t speak.”Draven doesn’t respond. His hands clutch mine, his body rigid. Through the bond, I feel his wolf screaming—anger, pain, and fear, raw and jagged. It pierces straight through me. My chest tightens, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.The Dark Witch lifts a hand, long, skeletal fingers pointing toward Lauren. “Do you know why I helped this wolf when she came to me?” His gaze flicks toward her, sharp and burning. “I helped her so that I could get my revenge on you.”I swallow hard. My throat is dry, my muscles tense. Every nerve in my body screams at me to move, to protect him, to run, to fight. My claws itch, my teeth bare themselves without thought.He steps closer. His voice drops low, deliberate. “

The first thing I notice is the quiet.Not the peaceful kind. The kind that feels thick… like the world is holding its breath.My eyes feel heavy. My body feels heavier.For a moment I don’t move. I just lie there, trying to understand where I am. The air smells different—clean, faintly herbal, like crushed leaves and smoke.A dull ache spreads through my limbs when I try to shift.My fingers twitch first.Then my eyelids flutter open.Light spills into my vision, soft and blurry. The ceiling above me is wooden, unfamiliar. My brows knit together as I stare at it, trying to pull my thoughts together.Where am I?The last thing I remember is the forest.The fire.Blood.Draven.My heart jolts.I try to sit up too quickly, and pain shoots through my chest. A soft gasp slips past my lips as I fall back against the pillow, breathing unevenly.Something feels… strange.Not painful. Not exactly.Just different.Like something inside me has shifted.My wolf stirs weakly beneath my ribs, but