Novel & Cerita Angel Biker

he asked, trying to conceal the uncertainty in his voice. “No. You haven’t. Angeline is alive! The little mvtt refused to die one more time. She has the Goddess’ protection. Once again, that disgusting wh.ore of a Goddess intervened, and I couldn’t get rid of the little b!tch, so he will be the one to die. Have you found him, Alpha Blake?” I asked, my patience growing short. Cooperating with these Alphas brought me many problems and little results. First, Gabriel, Kane, and the other Alphas failed me – and now this idiot was following in their pawsteps. I wish I could execute my plans without having to count on these corrupt Alphas' assistance. “I have an idea of who he can be,” Blake replie

I joked, wanting to lighten the mood. Hibiki gave me a blank look. His eyes cut to the motorcycles. “I saw a Hells Angel at the diner. We need to move.” he nodded for me to follow him. Great, just what we need more possible people looking to kidnap or kill me. I nodded and followed him to the room the key matched. Listening against the door, I couldn’t hear anything over the tv someone left on.

The bond tells me everything he won’t. That he regrets. That he doesn’t. That he will kill anyone who tries to take me. That he would rather tear the bond out of himself than admit it feels like salvation. I keep my mouth shut. If I open it, the wrong words will spill. “Get on” He climbs onto his bike,gesturing to me to get on the back. “Where are we going?” “You will see” We don’t make it far. The ambush comes faster and unpectedly than last night.

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

She declared A growl erupts from me, “it’s non of your concern, who Angel is with is nothing to do with you! Arrogant little prick, nothing she does or may have don’t would ever entitle you to try and take her life” my Alpha aura is pushing out strong and I’m not fully in control of it. Rider bares his neck in submission and gets down on his knees, I look up at Angel to make sure she’s ok but I’m shocked, although she still has tears we just look at each other confused as my aura has little to no effect on her.

His eyes were red with rage, his face contoured with anger. “Asher Moretti!!!” He growled. Yes, asshole. That's me. You shouldn't have provoked the fucked up me. Music was paused. It means the people were getting focused on us instead of the party. I was supposed to stop, avoid scandals in the biker's world, but to hell be with scandals. At the moment, I don't give a fuck. And this man here, he should know by now. Before he could make a move, my hands met his chin, another blow landing on his face.

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

"Seriously? Can't we just wait for him out here, in the parking lot?" Krystal turned to me, her hand reaching for the visor. As she adjusted her blond hair and fluffed it out, she effortlessly pulled down her push-up bra, accentuating her cleavage in the sparkly black tank top that barely contained her assets. "What's the matter?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Nervous about stepping into a biker bar?" "It's more than that, and you know it." The place had a notorious reputation, plagued by gangs, fights, drug dealings, and prostitution.

But before I reached for it, I tripped over my feet. I let out a little squeak as I prepared to hit the ground but I never did. Protective arms wrapped around my waist. The stranger who caught me pulled me up against their body until my breasts were pressed against their muscular chest. I looked into the eyes of the person who had saved me, but my thank you got stuck in my throat. These were the same eyes that I saw in my wildest dreams. This was the man whom I couldn't stop thinking about. The Biker Alpha, King Eli.

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."