All Chapters of THE REJECTED LUNA’S SECOND CHANCE WITH THE BIKER ALPHA: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Bella’s POVThe stands were full by the time they walked me out.Every level of that circuit was packed tight groups from places I had never even heard of all of them leaning forward the second the speaker said Draven’s name wanting to see something they didn’t know the real meaning of.My legs moved on their own some part of my brain back in that guest room with the elder’s weak breathing with Draven’s blood on my hands with a night that had left almost all of us not fully rested for this morning that mattered so much.I was standing where the tournament people had told me to stand, off the starting line exactly where the new rule said I had to be. It felt like thousands of eyes were on me like a weight.Draven was looking at me from across the line. He was pale in the morning light even though Gordon had tried his best to help him all night.. Draven was still standing up straight not letting the poison show except for a little shake in his jaw when he thought no one was looking clos

Draven’s POVThe bike felt wrong under me before I’d even cleared the first turn.Every muscle was struggling with the wolfsbane still in my body slow when it should have been quick slow when I needed it to be fast. I had been hurt before while racing. I had never raced like this before not with much depending on staying on my feet for the whole race.I kept my grip loose even though every part of me wanted to hold on tighter remembering from a time ago a lesson from when I still had everything before I was sent away before all of this became my life. Fighting the bike uses energy than fighting the poison ever will. Let the bike do what it was made to do and save your energy for the real fight.Sweat had already soaked my shirt by the straight part of the track and every breeze blowing against the wound, on my side reminded me just how little space I had left to work with today.Ronan’s father took the lead on the turn his bike passing mine with a smoothness that told me exactly how m

Bella’s POV“We need to move. Now.”Draven was already pulling me upright before I’d fully processed what Ronan’s father had just said, his grip firm around my arm, urgency radiating off him in a way that cut straight through my own creeping shock.My legs still hadn’t fully recovered from the shift, and I stumbled once before finding my footing, Draven’s hand steadying me without either of us breaking stride.“Collect me.” My voice came out thinner than I wanted it to.“He said collect me. Like I’m cargo.”I thought about the way Ronan’s father had said it, the strange, hollowed-out certainty in his voice even as whatever had been taken from him left him barely able to string a full sentence together. Whoever had done that to him hadn’t bothered lying about what came next. That honesty scared me more than a threat would have.“I heard him.” Draven’s jaw had gone tight, every line of him coiled toward action. “Which means whoever’s behind this isn’t finished with today. The presentatio

Bella’s POVI woke to the smell of woodsmoke and old stone.My wrists were bound in front of me not with rope but with something metal that hummed faintly against my skin in a way that made the pressure behind my ribs feel muffled, distant like someone had thrown a blanket over a fire I needed to breathe. My whole body still carried the borrowed exhaustion of whatever drug she’d used against me in the vehicle thoughts arriving slow and unwieldy like wading through water instead of thinking clearly.“That’s wolfsbane-forged iron " the woman said, from across the room. "It won’t hurt you. It just makes the shift harder to reach. A precaution, not a punishment.”I forced my eyes to focus. Stone walls, old and rounded a lantern burning low in one corner no windows anywhere I could see. Wherever we were it had been built to hold things and to keep them from being found.“Where am I.”“Somewhere safe." She said it without irony, which somehow made it worse. "Somewhere they can’t reach you u

Bella’s POVThe door didn’t lock from the inside. That was the first thing I noticed once I’d stopped shaking long enough to actually think.Whoever had built this place had built it to keep things in, not to keep them comfortable, and comfort had apparently never extended to something as basic as an interior bolt. I tested the iron at my wrists again, twisting slow, feeling for any give in the metal, and found none. Whatever had been used to forge these restraints, it hadn’t been designed by someone careless.I forced myself to think past the fear instead of drowning in it. Panic wouldn’t get me out of this room. Only patience would, and patience had never been something Ronan’s father’s cruelty managed to fully break out of me, no matter how hard he’d tried across four years of trying. If anything, every cruelty he’d ever inflicted had only sharpened whatever stubborn core of me refused to simply give up when things looked hopeless.The lantern in the corner had burned low making lo