Along The Ride Novels & Stories

The sun’s startin’ to sink lower in the sky now, so I know we’ve got to push through the rest of the ride without any more stops if we’re gonna make it back in time. Krystie climbs on behind me, 'er arms wrapping around me again, and we take off down the road. The ride is smooth at first, the scenery flyin’ by as we leave the diner behind. But then I feel her hands start to move, her fingers sliding across my chest and down my stomach, teasin' me. “Krystie,” I growl, my voice low as I try to focus on the road, but 'er hands keep roamin', playful and deliberate.

I replied, my voice confident. Axel's eyes sparkled with approval. The ride was calm and serene, the soft hum of the engine and the quiet music filling my ears as we glided through the evening streets. As we rode, the city lights blurred together, a kaleidoscope of color and sound that seemed to fade into the background. The atmosphere was relaxed and peaceful, with a pleasant silence between us as we enjoyed the evening ride. As we approached our destination, my heart began to race with anticipation and anxiety. I hadn't seen my father in days, and the thought of facing him again filled me with dread. I struggled to conceal my emotions, taking slow, deep breaths to calm myself.

“Ride. Now. You promised.” Hazel looked at the guys still catching their breath. Then at Jax. “Yeah. Okay.” They took the back roads. Two bikes, side by side at first, then single file when the path narrowed. Wind whipped her hair under the helmet. The vibration of the engine rumbled up her thighs, through her spine. For ten minutes it felt almost normal. Jax glanced back at her every few minutes, checking. Then a loud backfire cracked from a truck passing the other way.

Chaos growls, starting his bike. One by one, we speed up, racing down the sandy road toward the compound. Hopefully, all in one piece.

*** Redpine’s scent hit us before the smoke did. We rode hard, the wind knifing past my ears, the steady thunder of hooves under us. Kael rode at the front, posture low over his horse’s neck, eyes fixed on the ridge ahead. I rode a little behind and to his left, flanked by Talia on one side and a grim‑faced warrior named Bran on the other.

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

The wind whispers through the trees. And for the first time in three days—maybe longer—I feel like I can breathe. "Let's ride," I say. River's smile is slow, satisfied. "Lead the way, baby." I fire up the Softail, the engine roaring back to life beneath me. River and Cade mount their bikes, falling back into formation without a word. We tear back down the ridge road, three predators moving as one under the full moon. The woman who makes her own rules is badass.

before I slumped and everything became dark and Quiet. ............................................................ Ahem.. Ahem ladies and gentlemen the ride is about to start getting bumpy so you all should fasten your belts and stay tuned. 😉😉

After spending several days in Algedi, Lars decided to continue his journey to northeastern La Shania Mirepa, the Hamal region. He didn't get to visit here last time due to a certain unfinished business, so Lars was really looking forward to it. Lars rode off his sport bike on the interstate road, feeling the wind harshly hit his body as he picked up the speed. He passed over cars and trucks with relative ease, as if the motorcycle itself was a natural extension to Lars' own body.