All Chapters of Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Diane. The heavy door of my private office shut with a quiet click. I walked slowly across the room and sank into my big leather chair. I leaned my head back. My mind was spinning. The boardroom meeting had been a temptation to my soul. If not for Anthor, only God knew the miles I would have gone regardless of the consequences. How dare they? The will of the living, my foot! “Fucked up greedy wolves!” I muttered. Suddenly, a very soft knock sounded on the wood. Knock. Knock. The door pushed open just an inch. A small head peeked through the gap. It was Celine. She looked around the office with wide, careful eyes. She gave me a small, worried smile. "Can I come in?" Celine asked in a whisper. I let out a long breath and forced myself to smile. "Yes. Yes, sure, Celine. Why not? Come inside." Celine slipped through the door. She closed it quickly behind her. She walked over to my desk with slow steps. "I wasn’t sure," she said, looking at my face. "The Luna looked so angry down

Diane I slid my lips up to the sensitive spot right beneath his ear. I blew a soft, hot breath against his skin, making his broad shoulders shudder. "So what if it is? I have not felt warm since this morning... so I felt like I should come close to you." A low, deep rumble of a laugh shook Dom’s massive chest. He shifted his foot on the pedal, keeping the car steady even though his body was tense under my touch. "You know this shit is very risky, Diane," he warned, his voice turning into a dangerous, raw whisper. "We are on a public road." "That's why I said to roll the windows up." "I'm driving," he pressed. "I know you have perfect control," I whispered back, my fingers sliding down to trace the hard lines of his abs through his shirt. "I know you are not going to let us crash." Dom laughed again, a dark, breathless sound. He glanced at me in the mirror, his amber eyes blazing with pure, unadulterated hunger. "You already know how I am when you touch me like this. You re

Celine The red taillights of Diane’s massive SUV blurred together in the dark. They twisted and melted into a single streak of bright color before disappearing into the city traffic. I stood perfectly still on the concrete curb. My breath came out in short, ragged gasps. The humid night air felt sticky against my skin, but inside, I was freezing. Tears were pouring down my cheeks, hot and fast. They wouldn't stop. They just kept rolling over my lips, tasting of salt and shame. Looking down at the dirty pavement, I could feel the eyes of the strangers at the bus stop burning into my back. They were staring at me, and some were whispering. They had probably recognized the Luna of the Delta Pack jumping out of a luxury vehicle in the middle of a busy, dangerous road just to hold my hands. Diane had done that. She didn't care about the traffic. She didn't care about her own safety. Anyone could have recognized her. A rival pack member or a rogue could have attacked her right there

Celine. "Jax!" The name left my throat in a desperate, ragged sob. "Jax, oh my God please!" I cried, my knees sinking deeper into the cold, oil-stained asphalt. He didn't move for a long, terrifying second. Then, his chest suddenly heaved. A harsh cough ripped out of his lungs. He spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the concrete, his face twisting in pure agony. His long eyelashes fluttered, and then his eyes snapped open. They were piercing, dark, and wild with pain. He stared straight up at me. His jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped under his tanned skin. "You..." he growled. His voice sounded like grinding stones. "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" I gasped. The tears were flooding my eyes again, making everything blurry. I reached out, my hands hovering over his chest. "I am so, so sorry. Are you... are you okay? No, obviously you are not okay. God, what a stupid question. What am I even asking?" Jax didn't answer me. He pushed his palms against the ground, t

Celine The steering wheel felt cold and massive beneath my sweating palms. I stepped on the gas pedal, guiding the giant black Range Rover through the dark streets, heading straight toward the north side of the city. Beside me in the passenger seat, Jax was a terrifying presence. He had his head leaned back against the headrest. His eyes were closed shut, his long eyelashes dark against his pale skin. Every time the car hit a small bump in the road, a low, ragged groan would slip past his clenched teeth. It was a painful sound that made my stomach twist with guilt. This man was fine moments ago and now he wasn't. I should just be happy that he wasn't dead, or else my life would have been a wreck. As I glanced at him from the mirror, he was sweating heavily. Small beads of moisture rolled down his sharp jawline, dripping onto the collar of his dark jacket. I had probably fractured his bone. This was bad. I had ruined his leg. Yet, I didn't want him to go to the hosp