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The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 242
I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. My whole body ached in ways I didn’t know
were possible, and when I tried to move, every muscle protested.
The sunlight was streaming through the window, way too bright for how I was feeling.
I felt Tristan shift beside me, and then his lips pressed against my forehead, soft and gentle.
“Did I hurt you last night?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.
I turned to look at him, seeing the worry in his eyes, and I shook my head. “No,” I said, my voice
coming out rougher than I expected. “You didn’t hurt me.”
He studied my face for a moment, like he was trying to see if I was telling the truth, and then he
sighed. “As much as I enjoyed last night,” he said slowly, “I don’t think I’d do it again.”
I felt my stomach drop a little. “What do you mean?
“You deserve better,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You should be treated
like a queen, not like that.”
I wanted to protest, to tell him that I enjoyed it too, that he didn’t need to feel guilty about it, but
before I could get the words out, he leaned down and kissed me.
The kiss was different from last night, softer and sweeter, and it made my chest feel tight.
When he pulled back, he didn’t give me a chance to argue. He just scooped me up in his arms like I
weighed nothing and carried me toward the bathroom.
“Tristan,” I said, laughing a little despite myself, “I can walk.”
“I know,” he said, pushing the bathroom door open with his shoulder. “But I want to take care of
you.”
He set me down gently in the shower, turning on the water and testing the temperature before
guiding me under the spray.
The warm water felt amazing on my sore muscles, and I let out a small sigh of relief.
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Tristan grabbed the soap and started washing me, his hands gentle as they moved over my skin.
It was intimate in a completely different way than last night, and I found myself relaxing under his
touch.
He washed my hair too, his fingers massaging my scalp, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of
being taken care of.
When we were done, he wrapped me in a towel and dried me off before leading me back to the
bedroom.
I expected him to hand me my clothes, but instead, he walked over to the closet and pulled out a
black dress I’d never seen before.
“Where did that come from?” I asked, surprised.
He gave me a small smile. “I have my ways.”
I looked at the dress, then back at him. “When did you even have time to get this?”
“Does it matter?” he asked, bringing it over to me. “Just put it on.”
I took the dress from him, running my fingers over the fabric. It was simple but elegant, and I could
tell it was expensive.
As I started getting dressed, I noticed that he was putting on black clothes too, a black shirt and
black jeans.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked, pulling the dress over my head.
He looked at me, his expression serious. “We’re ending it all,” he said. “So you’ll be able to finally
move on.”
I stopped moving, my hands frozen on the zipper of the dress.
I already understood what he meant, what we were going to do.
The bodies. Seraphine and Daxon. We were going to burn them.
“Okay,” I said quietly, finishing with the zipper.
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Tristan came over and helped me with my hair, brushing it out gently before pulling it back into a
simple style.
When we were both ready, he took my hand and led me out of the house.
Tristan had taken the car, which surprised me but I didn’t ask. Knew he might have his reasons.
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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.
