All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rylan’s POV I found her on the hill behind the lodge.It had taken me twenty minutes of searching everywhere, checking rooms, the kitchen, the small clearing where we’d parked the bikes. Panic had started setting in until Kai mentioned seeing her head up the trail alone.Alone. The word made my chest tight.She shouldn’t be alone. But when I crested the hill and saw her sitting there, I understood why she’d come.The view was breathtaking. Pine trees stretched endlessly in every direction, morning mist clinging to the valleys below. The sun filtered through branches in golden shafts, painting everything in shades of amber and green.And Elara sat in the middle of it, cross-legged on a flat rock, her broken arm resting in her lap, staring out at the wilderness like it held answers she couldn’t find anywhere else.She looked beautiful. Heartbreakingly so.Her dark hair caught the light, creating a halo effect around her face. The bruises from her ordeal were fading now, leaving her ski

Elera’s POV The town square was transformed.Strings of lights crisscrossed overhead, creating a canopy of warm golden glow as the sun began its descent. Booths lined the streets selling everything from handmade crafts to kettle corn. The smell of funnel cake and roasted corn mixed with woodsmoke from the bonfire being built in the center of the square.And everywhere…everywhere…there were people. Families. Couples. Children running with cotton candy-stained faces. Normal people living normal lives.It was beautiful.We’d arrived in two vehicles…Rylan’s truck carrying most of the guys and our baked goods, and Knox’s bike with me pressed against his back, my ethereal dress tucked carefully around me, the headpiece secure despite the wind.Now we moved through the festival as a group, drawing curious looks but not suspicious ones. Just a bunch of friends enjoying the evening. The cuts were hidden, the weapons concealed. For a few hours, we were nobody dangerous.We were just… people

Knox’s POV “What?” My voice came out rougher than I intended.She was looking at me with those doe-brown eyes, but they were different now. Wounded. Betrayed. And I’d put that look there.“Maybe I don’t belong here.” Her voice was steady, but I could hear the crack beneath it. “Elara, don’t…”“You were kissing her.” The accusation landed like a knife between my ribs. “I saw you. Behind the truck. With Melissa.”My stomach dropped. Fuck. “That’s not what…”“Don’t.” She held up her good hand, and the gesture felt like a wall slamming down between us. “Just don’t. I can’t… I can’t do this right now.”The smug bastard beside her…Jason, the piece of shit who’d cheated on her…took that as his cue. “See? Even he knows you don’t belong here. Come home with me, Elara. Let’s fix what we broke.”I wanted to correct him. Wanted to grab him by the throat and explain exactly who broke what. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Elara’s face, off the pain written there that I’d caused.“We didn’t break

Knox’s POVShe fainted at the sight of my dick Elara’s breath hitched. “Knox…”“I should have pushed her away faster. Should have made it clearer.” My thumb traced her cheekbone. “But Elara, I swear to you…there’s nothing between Melissa and me. There hasn’t been for years.”Silence stretched between us. I could see the war in her eyes…wanting to believe me, afraid to trust again.“I’ve been such a mess,” she whispered finally, gesturing at the destroyed room. “I threw things. I cried for hours. I…”“Your anger is kind of cute, actually.”She blinked at me. “What?”“Cute. Sexy, even.” I felt my body responding to her proximity, to the vulnerability in her eyes. “It’s making me hard.”Her mouth fell open in shock, eyes widening as they dropped to where my arousal was obvious through my jeans.“Knox…”“Actually, I’ve been hard since I climbed through that window.” I moved closer, watching her pupils dilate. “Seeing you like this, all fire and fury… fuck, Elara.”She backed away instinc

CHLOE’S POVThe phone rang once. Twice. Three times.Then it hit voicemail. Again.“Fuck!” I hurled my phone across the hotel room, watching it bounce off the wall and clatter to the floor.Jason’s voice echoed in my head from our last conversation three days ago: I’m going to get her back, Chloe. I’m going to fix this.Fix this. Like what we had was broken. Like what we’d been doing for the past six months was some kind of mistake that needed correcting.I paced across the plush carpet of my suite, my silk robe falling open. I didn’t bother closing it. I didn't care.Six months. For six glorious months, Jason had been mine. We’d snuck around behind Elara’s back, stolen moments that felt more real than anything he’d ever had with his precious fiancée.And yeah, maybe it started as rebellion. Maybe I’d pursued him at first just to prove I could. Just to take something that belonged to perfect, sweet, boring Elara.But then it became more.I’d fallen for him. Actually fallen for my step