All Chapters of A Vampire Biker For Christmas : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Marguerite “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I heard an umistakable groan just as I stepped into my boyfriend’s house, and I froze in my tracks. My legs felt like lead, and I was about to hyperventilate. I took robotic steps, swallowing hard and fighting the tears which were about to spill down my cheeks. It wasn’t possible. My boyfriend would never cheat on me on Christmas Eve. I turned the doorknob and walked into the dimly lit bedroom knowing fully well that I was fooling myself. I know that voice. My heart thudded in my chest, and I hoped I was mistaken. An icy cold wrapped around my heart. “Jacob!” I gasped as I made out the figures on the bed, the girl bent in a position I assumed to be uncomfortable, and my boyfriend of four years behind her, thrusting with an intensity he never exhibited with me. They didn’t hear me at first, above the slaps of flesh and moans of pleasure. I stood in place, watching my boyfriend fuck my sister. My stepsister. My voice cracked as I raised my voice th

Chapter Three Anders She was my mate.Shit.“What are you saying? While I think you’re hot, any slight symptom of mental instability is sure to send me running far away.” She was drunk, but her words were biting.I glanced at her forehead once more, trying to force my way into her mind and see if I could read her. I met a blank wall just like my first and second trials. I couldn’t read or hear the thoughts of the beautiful woman in front of me. I needed no further conviction that she was my mate. If anything, the mate force which moved through us back at the bathroom confirmed it. But that was impossible. The curse couldn’t, wouldn’t let me find a mate. What was happening?I wanted to grab her and take her back to the kingdom with me right at that moment. But I knew that it wouldn’t end well if I yielded to my inner impulse. I knew she was an interesting woman the moment I saw her back then. I never look at a woman with so much interest. Never have. Never did. B

Chapter Five Marguerite “Merry Christmas,” I muttered, wiping off nonexistent dust from my shirt.“Say it like you mean it.” Vinn made a face. “Do you want me to pick you up after school? We could spend Christmas together if you don’t have plans.” Vinn suggested as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby—the Kawasaki ZX10R SE.It was Christmas Day. Fucking Christmas Day and our professors who weren’t loved at home, set the day for classes. “Aren’t you attending classes today?” I asked him with a slight frown.“No. I have a race scheduled for twenty minutes from now,” he glanced at his wristwatch as he spoke. “With Damsey.” He finished off.“Where?” I handed over the helmet to him.“Sea road, the third side.” He replied.“Have fun.” I said almost hurriedly as I spotted Beckie and Jacob approaching us. Vinn’s gaze alternated between me and them, and a look of realization crossed his face. “Oh, that’s why?” He w

Chapter Seven Marguerite “Who the fuck does he even think he is?!” I swore as I slowly rode into the little parking lot in front of the apartment I shared with my mother. The insufferable sonofabitch. My stomach rumbled at that moment, cutting my thoughts halfway. I cursed beneath my breath and took off my helmet as I approached the door. A sudden crash sounded from within the house. I dashed in.“Mum! Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes roaming around the little living room in search of any intruder. My eyes widened further when I saw the packing boxes and almost empty space. Behind the boxes on the floor was my mother, her gaze fiery. The source of the noise was the small vase I'd gotten for her as a present on her birthday. My mother was an item collector, and loved keeping items ranging from portraits down to a little wooden spoon. Now, the pieces of the vase littered the floor, so dangerously close to her bare legs. “What’s going on, Mum?” I asked in a smal

Chapter Nine Anders “Your Highness,” the guard manning the door to the throne room bowed as I approached. “Open.” I nodded. The door opened to the wide throne room and I stepped in. At the far end, my parents were seated on their respective thrones and they were in the middle of what seemed to be a deep conversation. They didn’t notice my presence, and I didn’t bother to indicate, instead going to take a seat on one of the lower thrones. When they finally snapped out of it, my mother noticed me first.“Anders,” she called out with a smile. “You are here.” She added.“I think so.” I shrugged.I turned to my father who was regarding me with a tight frown. “Why did you summon me?” I asked bluntly.“Anders! That’s no way to speak to the King.” My mother reprimanded.“I don’t think the ‘King’ minds. Or do you, Your Royal Highness?” I asked with a lazy smile.“Cut the act, Anders. The princess is waiting for you, or have you forgotten about your date?” My father fin