Along The Ride Novelas e Histórias

"Get the bikes. The North Ridge trail. We stay on our side of the wire." "Of course, Alpha," Ezra bowed his head, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a flash of triumph that should have set off every alarm in my head. We rode hard. The roar of a dozen Harleys tore through the midnight mist of the Black Fang forest. I was at the front, pushing my bike to the absolute limit, the engine screaming as I leaned into the sharp, gravel-strewn turns of the ridge. Behind me, Kai, Ezra, and ten of our most lethal enforcers followed like a funeral procession of chrome and leather.

He rode like he was born in the saddle,confident, graceful, commanding. We set off moments later, riding side by side as his Beta and a group of loyal warriors followed behind. The wind tugged at my hair, and the rhythmic beat of hooves on the forest trail filled the air. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shifting patterns on the path ahead.

The ride was slow and bumpy, the scenery changing from the regimented grounds of the academy to the open road. ‘Where are we going?’ Callie noticed they were not headed in the direction towards Sandsville, the town nearest to Valour Ridge. ‘Somewhere interesting. It’s up north.’ It had begun to rain. The gentle hum of the engine and the cadenced beat of raindrops against the windshield filled the silence. Callie felt herself beginning to drift, her eyelids growing heavy as the winding road stretched on before them. As the sound of rain grew louder, her eyes fluttered open.

We hit a bump in the road that brings me out of that happy memory. “Hang on. The rest of the ride is going to be rough. We usually run out here.” Nickolas’ gruff voice carries back as we slow down slightly to accommodate the dips and bumps in the trail. “Why not make us run then? I don’t understand why we are being driven in if that isn’t the norm.”

Today, since I’m feeling a bit better, I ride in front of Jackson on the ATV, leaning back against his chest as he steers the vehicle with an arm on either side of me. Well, not that there’s much steering to do – it’s mostly a straight shot across the desert and prairie that creates a border between Atalaxia and Moon Valley. “How do you know where we’re going?” I murmur, snuggling back against my mate, more comfortable than I thought that I’d be.

You’re our priority. The endless ride through the damp and murky forest leaves us all irritable. I’m quiet we ride down a steeper slope, covered in pine needles towards the rushing sound of water. ‘We have to cross,’ Thade calls back and the three of us catch the leaders. We line up on the bank of the river, horses shifting nervously. The waters rush, raging past in bursts of white foam. Rune dismounts, landing in a long grass as she moves down the bank, pointing out a section where the rocks are smaller and the river shallows out. There’s more foam, the current fast but not as deep.

The weather had gotten fucking cold, and for a girl, I could just imagine. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long?" She came. Voice loud and damning audacious, like she owned the moment. "This is like a dead mission. The forecast says there might be rain soon." Well, I tried to reason that with Charlie, who parted a smile. "That's sounding off coming from an Alpha." Too bold for your good. I hissed in my head. We got settled on our bikes, fixing our helmets. We both spared each other a hard stare. A thirty-kilometer ride to and from the bridge under construction, with both ends open. I got the warning sign for the race.

Skipping the wait for her usual jeepney pickup, she made a direct beeline for the tricycle terminal at the corner. “To Santa Catalina, please! Express ride, and please make it fast!” she called out to the driver upon climbing in. Because it was a private, long-distance trip crossing into Santa Catalina, the driver charged a steep two hundred pesos. Despite the hefty fare for a single ride, Adeline handed over the money without a word of complaint, caring only about reaching home as quickly as possible to see her children. The moment the tricycle pulled up in front of the old apartment, Adeline stepped out and settled the payment. Yet, before her feet could even cross into the front yard, the

“I know you can do it.” I nod, start the engine. The rumble vibrates through me, familiar and steady. Jace pulls up beside me, gives a sharp nod. The rest of the crew falls in behind us. I glance back once. Reign is standing on the steps, arms crossed, watching us leave. Our eyes meet for a second before I turn forward, twist the throttle, and lead the pack out onto the road. The wind hits my face as we hit the open stretch, tires eating asphalt, engines roaring in unison. Jace rides on my right, matching my speed. Behind us the others form up tight—six bikes total, lean and fast, ready for whatever waits at the market.

I arrived at the stables at exactly 3:00 pm. After parking my car, I caught sight of a man and a woman riding horses not too far away. It was my wife, Hazel Mosley, and her male assistant, Cecil Wilcox. Hazel's clothes rode up to her chest so much that I could see the marks on her waist even from a distance, and those were fingerprints that a man would have left on her while doing some "exciting" activities. Anyone who wasn't blind would have immediately caught on to what they'd been doing earlier.