The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 33
He looked up from the motorcycle engine he’d been working on, oil streaked across his forearms in a way that made my mouth go dry.
Even though he doesn’t have to get his hands dirty, because apparently he’s the boss, he still choose to work on motorcycles most times.“Why not?”
“Leah’s taking me somewhere. You’ll have space to do whatever you want without babysitting me.” I tried to keep my voice light, casual, but I could see the concern immediately flash across his features.
His jaw tightened, and he set down his wrench with deliberate care. “I don’t babysit you, Athena…..”
“I’m going with Leah,” I interrupted firmly, already walking toward where she was patiently waiting for me. “End of discussion.”
He tried to argue, of course, because Tristan Hayes has never met a protective instinct he didn’t embrace wholeheartedly.
But I was already linking arms with Leah and heading for the door like we were two best friends plotting some grand adventure.
“See you at home,” I called over my shoulder, ignoring his frustrated expression and the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
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“You’re so lucky,” Leah said as we stepped into the cool evening air, giggling like teenagers. “Having a brother who cares that much about
you. It’s really sweet.”
“You should meet Orion first,” I told her, unable to suppress my grin at the thought. “Then you’d change your mind completely.”
Orion was infinitely worse than Tristan when it came to overprotective behavior. At least Tristan recognized some boundaries, some acknowledgment that I was an adult capable of making my own decisions.
But Orion? Forget about it. He’d walk into my room without knocking, rifle through my things if he suspected I was hiding something, and when I complained, he’d just shrug and say he used to bathe me as a kid and he’s my big brother, so privacy was more of a suggestion
than a right.
I would always complain to our parent’s whenever he does that, but they’ll only laugh and say I’m getting worked up over nothing.
I miss him terribly. Walking to Leah’s car, memories surfaced – how he and Tristan would show up at my school, supposedly just to check on me but really to intimidate any boys who might have shown interest.
How the girls wouldn’t leave me alone because of my two impossibly handsome “brothers,” as everyone assumed Tristan was part of our
family.
They’d surround my locker just to deliver love letters and homemade gifts meant for Orion and Tristan. I always ended up being the one eating the cookies and chocolates when the boys inevitably ignored their admirers, too focused on their studies and training to pay
attention to teenage romance.
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18:36 Fri, Jan 2
The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
