Todos los capítulos de Ten Days to Capture the Biker Heir: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 22. The fine hairs on Skye's arms stand up, as she remained frozen in the doorway, her chest heaving slightly.  Kai stood there, a stark contrast to her oversized t-shirt and messy bun, clad in a black leather jacket, as always. He held a brown paper bag, the scent of garlic and grilled meat drifting between them. "Hi," Skye breathed again. The word was barely a whisper, caught in the back of her throat. It wasn't just a greeting; it was a surrender to the magnetic pull he exerted every time he entered her orbit, and we'll, they were yet to talk about their electric kiss the other day. Kai didn't smile, but the hard line of his jaw relaxed. His dark eyes tracked the movement of her throat as she swallowed. 

Chapter 24.The next morning arrived far too quickly. Skye groaned as sunlight streamed through the gap in her curtains, directly into her eyes. Her head was still full of fragmented memories from the night before, Kai's laugh, well, his deep smile, his hands, the warmth of his embrace, the way he'd looked at her as though she were something precious. Then there had been Lena, hours of relentless teasing after Kai left, forcing Skye to relive every embarrassing detail until well past midnight.She buried her face deeper into her pillow. "I'm never surviving Lena," she mumbled.Her phone buzzed violently across the bedside table. Still half asleep, she reached for it, expecting another message from Lena. But, instead, it was from Professor Vogel. Her entire body froze.She opened the email.“Miss Hart. Report to my office immediately upon receiving this email. There are matters regarding your project that require my attention. Do not delay. –Professor Vogel”Skye shot upright so fast

Chapter 26.Kai Sturm had never understood why people made such a fuss about celebrations. Birthdays, anniversaries, promotions, holidays… to him they'd always been noisy interruptions to otherwise productive days, requiring decorations, speeches, photographs no one would look at twice, and conversations with people pretending to enjoy themselves. If something deserved celebrating, he believed it should be acknowledged with a firm handshake and everyone should return to work.It had been a philosophy that served him well for years, well, until Skye.Now, standing in the middle of his private club before sunrise, staring at an empty room that somehow refused to resemble the picture in his head, Kai found himself irritated over the placement of flowers.Flowers. He looked at them for a long moment before pointing toward the nearest club member. "They're wrong."The young biker arranging them blinked. "Wrong?""They're too neat."The man looked completely lost. "They're flowers, they're

Chapter 28"You're kidding." Skye shook her head, now smiling. "I seriously can't believe you're back."Neither could Julian Becker. A year ago he'd transferred to a photography institute in New York after winning an international scholarship, everyone at the academy had talked about him for months. Now he stood in front of her as though no time had passed at all."I only got back this morning." Julian replied with a smile."What are you doing back in Germany?""My sister's getting married." He shrugged. "And Professor Hoffmann practically ordered me to stop by the academy while I was here."Skye laughed. "That sounds like her."Julian smiled. "I heard you've been making everyone look bad."She blinked. "What?""Hoffmann couldn't stop talking about your charity calendar." Heat crept into her cheeks. "And believe it or not," he lowered his voice conspiratorially, "even Vogel praised it."Skye stared. "Professor Vogel?""I know." Julian laughed. "I nearly fainted too.""He praised my w

Chapter 30.The music had grown softer by the time Skye finally found the courage to step inside. The clubhouse, once overflowing with laughter and celebration, had begun to empty, and half the tables had already been cleared. Empty glasses sat forgotten beside discarded paper decorations, while several club members lingered near the bar, talking quietly as the night slowly wound down.The room looked beautiful, painfully so. Photographs lined every wall, her photographs. The icy lake, the snowfall beneath the streetlamp, the bustling night market, the warm glow of the fireplace, the garage. Every memory she'd created with Kai had been carefully framed and displayed, and it transformed the once-rugged clubhouse into something that looked more like an art exhibition than a biker hangout or graduation party as Axel’s invitation stated.She turned slowly, taking it all in. "He... did all this?" The realization settled heavily in her chest, because this hadn't been Axel's party, not real