All Chapters of Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Chapter 221 - Chapter 229

Julian."What the fuck?" I gasped low, my hand shooting down to press against my stomach. "What the fuck is going on?"Zee didn't notice the sudden panic in my voice. He was already completely lost in the moment. He was rough, completely wild tonight. He reached out, grabbed the top bedsheet, and violently dragged it off the mattress, throwing it onto the floor. He grabbed my pants, tearing the button open, shoving my trousers and my shoes down my legs in one hard, frantic push."Zee... wait," I gasped, my face turning deathly pale in the dim blue light. "Take it easy... wait a second."Inside my stomach, the fire was expanding at a terrifying speed. The cramps were so sharp, so violent, it felt like my internal organs were being torn apart by hot knives. But I tried to force the feeling down. I tried to ignore it. I thought it was just a little gas from the rich beef soup I had eaten at the palace.Nothing to worry about.Things escalated at a terrifying pace.Before I could even gat

DianeThe morning light pushed gently through the edges of the curtains. I slowly opened my eyes, then reached out my hand across the white sheets, feeling around for warmth, but the space beside me was empty. Dom was already gone. His side of the bed was cool to the touch.However, the faint smell of his cologne still hovered over his pillow, lingering in the quiet air. I knew he had gone down early, possibly to prepare for the day, including making my morning tea.I stretched my bare arms above my head, letting out a long, slow sigh. My skin still felt soft, sensitive, and faintly marked by the heat of the night before. My muscles felt loose and warm. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, leaning my back against the padded headboard.Last night was wild. So fucking wild, with the kind of energy I had never seen.I picked up my phone from the nightstand. First, I opened a browser app.I searched through my private delivery service, because I had a few things I wanted to order t

The black motorcycle hummed beneath me. The cold night air cut across the highway, whipping against the dark leather of my jacket. My hands held the handlebars with a light, easy grip. The engine made a low, steady rumble, vibrating through the frame of the bike as the yellow highway lights flashed past one by one. I glanced down at the round side mirror attached to my left grip. Far behind me on the long stretch of dark road were two bright yellow beams of light shining in the mirror of the bike. Not steadily, but enough. At first, I paid no attention to them. It was an open highway, so anyone could be going anywhere, and late-night drivers were a common thing. But after three miles, I flicked my blinker and made a smooth, sharp turn onto the quiet northern bypass road. And once again I looked into the mirror. There… The headlights behind me made the exact same turn, staying at a steady distance. I eased off the throttle just a fraction, letting my speed drop. But the dista

julian. “Name your price,” I said without missing a beat. Rocco didn’t answer me right away. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers twice. A tall assistant stepped out from a dark corner of the room carrying a silver tray with a crystal decanter and two glass cups. The assistant poured amber liquid into one glass and set it down on the table right in front of Rocco. My throat felt dry from the long drive. I reached my hand across the glass table to pick up the drink. Before my fingers could touch the crystal, Rocco slapped his palm down onto the table, stopping my hand in mid-air. “I didn’t say that drink was for you,” Rocco said coldly, his dark eyes fixing on mine. “That is my glass.” I pulled my hand back, forcing a faint, easy laugh to cover my annoyance. “Your visitor doesn’t even get a glass of water?” “An uninvited visitor has no business touching my drinks,” Rocco replied smoothly. He picked up his glass, took a slow sip, and let out a long breath. “You came

Celine I stood silently by the tall glass window of my room. The night outside was pitch-black. I rested my palm against the cool glass, staring down into the quiet yard below. Parked under the towering trees was my car. Jax had repaired it. The dented fender was smoothed out, the shattered headlight was replaced with fresh glass, and the dark paint sparkled even under the dim moonlight. But I hadn't seen him since that morning. Ever since the day he dropped me off in front of the pack headquarters, he had vanished into thin air. He never stopped by. I let out a soft, heavy sigh, my breath fogging up the glass window. I looked across the empty yard. Once upon a time, this place was full of bright lights, loud laughter, and children playing near the garden. It used to be a home filled with joy and celebration. Now, it was just a dark, lonely space surrounded by trees, cold wind, and faint porch lights. There were no guards stationed at the gate anymore. There was no security