All Chapters of Wheels of Fate (MM): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Pakin’s P.O.VI stared at Sean, his words still hanging in the air like a slap I didn’t see coming.“How long are you planning to stay with the team, Pakin? Or are you just going to vanish one day without saying a word?”The question echoed through my mind louder than any engine roar I’d ever heard on the track.My chest felt hollow, and I blinked, trying to stay composed, but the sting was sharp—unexpected. Of all people, of all the things, I never thought he would be the one to say something like this.It felt like betrayal.“You really think that low of me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even, but the edge was there, raw and trembling and unbidden. “After everything—have I not proven myself loyal enough to the team that you’re suddenly questioning whether I even care?”Sean’s shoulders stiffened, and the guil

Pakin’s P.O.VIt wasn’t hard to find Sean.The moment I stepped around the edge of the team tent, my eyes landed on him—hunched over his car, arms deep under the hood, grease staining his gloves and streaking up one side of his forearm. He was completely absorbed in his element, focused in that intense, quiet way that always made me feel butterflies in my stomach when he looked at me the same way.He hadn’t noticed me yet.I stopped in my tracks.His red and black uniform fit him like it had been designed solely for him and no one else, hugging every lean muscle of his frame, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he worked. The way his hair clung slightly to his forehead with sweat, how the sharp line of his jaw flexed every time he twisted something beneath the hood… I couldn’t look away.Fuck me— he looked so good it was unfair.Even when he was irritated or stubb

Pakin’s P.O.VThe words hung in the air like a sudden storm, and I stood there, utterly stunned. My teammates—Coal, David, and the others—didn’t even flinch. No wide eyes, no gasps, no shocked silence. Just the same casual expressions they wore every day around the garage. My secret, the one I’d guarded like my life depended on it, sat exposed between us, and they treated it like old news.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "So you... you all knew?"David scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest with that blunt edge he always carried. "We don’t live under a rock, Pakin. Especially when it comes to the royal family. The entirety of Thailand basically knows who you really are. Your face is on billboards, in newspapers, everywhere. Did you think we’d miss it?"His words hit like a slap, but not from malice—just raw truth. My head spun. All those nights I’d lain awake, rehearsing how I’d reveal my identity as the second prince, fearing their rejection or worse, their distance. And now this

Pakin’s P.O.VThe air between us was still thick, heavy with the scent of gasoline and the lingering electricity of that first, desperate kiss. I could feel the heat radiating off Sean’s body, a physical force that seemed to pull me toward him like a magnet.He was looking at me with those dark, hungry eyes, his lips parted, leaning in to claim me again. I could see the intent in the way his gaze dropped to my mouth, the way his grip on my waist tightened, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his chest.Every instinct in my body told me to surrender, to let him push me back against that trailer and take everything I was willing to give. But as the adrenaline of the revelation began to settle, a different kind of spark ignited within me—a playful, competitive streak that usually only surfaced when I was behind the wheel.Just as his lips were about to brush mine, I pressed my palm against his chest, stopping him a fraction of an inch away.Sean froze, his breath warm against my

Pakin’s P.O.VSean’s eyes darkened as I complained about the grime. He didn't look annoyed; instead, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He reached up, his thumb brushing against my lower lip, smearing a bit of the saliva he’d left there."I can think of a way to get you clean, teerak," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in my chest.He didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed my hand and hauled me toward the back of the locker room, where the communal showers were located. The area was empty, the air heavy with the scent of chlorine and old soap. He pushed me into one of the large stalls, the heavy plastic curtain snapping shut behind us, enclosing us in a small, humid sanctuary.The moment the water hit us—scalding hot and steaming—I let out a sigh of relief. We stripped frantically, the racing suits falling to the wet floor in a heap of fire-retardant fabric. Under the spray, the water washed away the oil and salt, but it did nothing to cool the heat radiating b