บททั้งหมดของ MY ALPHA BIKER MATE: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

CHAPTER ONE.Nova’s POVThis evening has a cruel sense of humor. I realize that just as my car starts moving slowly, pushing me forward with every gallop.I watch as my car dies the way every bad relationship I’ve ever had does—loud, dramatic, and right when I need it least.Steam curls from the hood in a hiss while I sit behind the wheel“Perfect,” I mutter, hitting the steering wheel. “Absolutely perfect.”I lean back in my seat and stare up at the horizon. It looked like evening was setting. It would almost be beautiful if I weren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cell service and a car that decided it was going to stop functioning.I check my phone anyway—one bar, mocking me. I hold it up like some kind of sacrificial offering. The bar flickers. Then dies.“Of course. Why would you help me?” I say to the phone, to the desert, to whatever malicious deity is running the script of my life.I laugh under my breath. It sounds too loud, almost wrong. “This is exactly how girls

CHAPTER THREE.Nova’s POVThe night feels wrong.I don’t know how else to describe it. The desert is supposed to have noise crickets, wind skimming over dry brush, the occasional things. Instead, it’s dead quiet, the kind of silence that prickles my skin and gives me goosebumps.Cassian walks ahead of me, his stride loose but his shoulders are tight, like he’s waiting for something. He hasn’t said much since we left the clubhouse. He doesn’t have to. His shoulders do the talking, tight beneath the leather. His head tips every so often, like he’s catching sounds I can’t.Every instinct in me wants to ask what’s wrong. Every ounce of survival says keep your mouth shut.I hug my arms tighter, staring at his back. He looks untouchable like that, black jacket gleaming faintly under the rising moon, boots crunching over dirt. Untouchable and already half gone, like he is sensing things I can’t.Weird“Stay close,” he says suddenly.I jolt. He hasn’t turned, hasn’t slowed, and the sound of

Chapter 5.Nova’s POVCassian doesn’t let me sleep.Not because he touches me—he doesn’t. Not after the bite. He sits across the room, bare chest, gold eyes lit in the barely lit room like a god chained underground. Watching me. Watching himself unravel, maybe.The mark on my shoulder burns. I can still feel his teeth there, deep, like he has branded himself into my ribs as much as my mind. The mate bond hums every time my heart beats, a pull tying me to him so tight I feel the echo of his breath before I hear it.And yet, morning comes.The desert doesn’t care that my world ended and began last night. It just…carries on.I don’t know what to feel because it feels like my emotions are everywhere. Scattered across my mind.And I barely had time to process it.I just wanted to take pictures of the dessert then call it a day with photography but my car had brought me here. Into the arms of a man that actually howls.Talk about a horror romance film only in this case, I doubt Cassian feel