THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN
Victorious.
He raises his chin, surveying the battlefield, and his eyes which are piercing ice-blue, scan over the remaining Dravens. They roar their approval, rallying behind him, howls and engine revs colliding into a deafening symphony.
And then his gaze catches mine.
Across all the chaos, through smoke and flashing lights, our eyes lock and something inside me snaps. Something primal. Heat scorches my veins, my skin tingles, and my chest tightens as if something inside me is being pulled taut. Recognition. Fury. Desire. All tangled in one impossible knot.
Bab Populer