Lone Rider Mc Novels & Stories

Knowing that he saved me from Lily’s snare was all that mattered to me. Lily nodded. She wasn’t done yet, and I could read it from her smiles. “Luna, you are an orphan and a latent omega that was bullied all her life. How do you intend to lead the packwomen when you don’t have what it takes?” She continued. I scoffed. The bitch came prepared. She had it all well planned out. It seemed I didn't pass my message well to her in the morning. I was going to make it clearer for her to understand.

Being small always brought him harsh consequences, so seeing someone else so small turn the tables with a larger competitor made him feel content. Wanting to get a closer glimpse at the duel, he crawled back up the cliff and quietly slid it down, hoping he would not give himself away. He did succeed in concealing his movements. However, the changing direction of the wind blew his cover. "Intruder!" Ryan shouted as he snapped his head towards where Mikkel hid. Heart thumping with apprehension, Mikkel held his breath praying that none of them would locate him. However, what chances did he have against young pumped werewolves that looked for any form of trouble.

"How did you find us? How did you get us out?" "Wasn't easy," Big Mike rumbled from his position by the door. "Those bastards had the place locked down tight. Must have been thirty bikes surrounding that warehouse." "We had to get creative," Sable added with a grim smile. "Jack called in some favors. Turns out the Reapers owed us from that job last year, and they were happy to help even the odds." The Reapers. Another outlaw MC from two towns over, bigger and meaner than the Steel Vultures. If Jack had called them in, things must have been desperate.

I’d shrug him off, but we both know there are too many eyes watching. Across the field, I spot Draven’s crew, his MC, The Midnight MC — and the Moonlight Riders, their rivals for the first round. Draven stands by his bike, helmet tucked under his arm, his usual calm-but-deadly look on his face. And right beside him, like she’s been waiting for this moment all her life, is Lauren. Her hand rests on her small baby bump as she laughs at something one of the riders says. Then, like it’s all planned, she turns to Draven and starts straightening his jacket collar, fingers brushing his chest like she has every right to touch him.

Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we get an energy drink from the short stop. He makes a big display of sneaking his hands up my vest when some other bikers stop for some gas. They are wearing cuts with an emblem that I can't see. Zero says the motorcycle club is called The Sin Riders and that they are 1%ers. Zero explains that they are a small motorcycle club that live in Liston Hills. “I can't believe you chased that man down, and I thought Killer was a nut job.” I shake my head as I slip my helmet on my head, watching Zero saddle the bike.

The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out. The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one. “...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.

I still need to share the town with the Louisiana Chapter of the Death Riders MC, the Death Angels, but Pèrèrè is the current president. Aunt Ali’s father started the original Death Riders MC in Texas. Her older brother, Grimm, is strict with the bylaws. The MCs are forbidden to run skin, drugs, or guns. Almost everything they do and own is legal. Well, I mean the Death Angel’s chop shop isn’t, but the wrecking yard doubles as one, so it all ends up well. Plus, it gives some kids a job to flex their boosting muscles. I was one of those kids, not that my boys even knew that I had been boosting cars to make money since I was ten.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.