The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 325
This was where Tristan’s hundreds of races on this track gave him an advantage that months away couldn’t erase.
He knew every obstacle. Had memorized this track years ago, could probably navigate it blindfolded.
He wove through the debris like water, like the bike was just an extension of his body.
His Alpha senses let him process everything at once, the position of every obstacle, every rider, the changing grip of the pavement, the wind, and
suddenly he wasn’t just reacting anymore.
He was hunting.
He shot through a gap between two concrete chunks that the other riders had been avoiding, a space so narrow that Marc actually shouted something behind him, the words lost in engine noise.
But Tristan’s reflexes let him adjust for every bump, every shift in the bike’s balance, and he came out of the debris section half a bike length ahead.
The crowd was on their feet now, everyone screaming.
“He’s breaking free!” Derek was yelling.
Second position with only Vic in front now.
The other five riders scrambled to catch up, their formation broken, and I could see the moment they realized they’d lost control of the race.
The moment they understood that trapping Tristan had been an illusion, that he’d been letting them think they had him boxed in.
“He was studying them,” Orion said, understanding in his voice. “That whole first lap, he was learning their patterns, figuring out how they work
together.”
“And now he’s using it against them,” Derek finished.
Vic was riding like a man possessed, taking corners too fast, braking too late, desperation making him sloppy.
But Tristan stayed close, patient, waiting for the right moment because that’s what separated him from everyone else, he didn’t just race with speed, he raced with intelligence.
Behind them, the five riders were trying to regroup, trying to catch up, but they were too far back now. The race had become what it should have been from the start: Tristan versus Vic, with everyone else just fighting for third.
My nausea had faded, replaced by adrenaline and something else, something fierce and proud.
This was Tristan in his element. This was the man I’d fallen in love with, the Alpha who didn’t know how to quit, who faced impossible odds and made them possible through pure skill and determination,
“Come on,” I whispered, ‘come on baby, finish this.”
They came around into the straightaway and this was it, this was where Tristan would make his move.
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Chapter 325
The final straightaway before the last debris section and final turn, the place where races were won or lost.
Tristan pulled left and started to speed up.
Vic swerved left, blocking him.
Tristan moved right and Vic moved right too, but I could see Tristan’s head tilt slightly, tracking something.
Then I heard it, or felt it, really, the subtle change in Vic’s engine that meant he was about to shift gears.
Tristan moved before Vic’s hand even touched the shifter.
He shot left, right into the space Vic’s momentum was about to pull him out of, and by the time Vic realized what happened, Tristan was already past.
First position.
The crowd was losing their minds, people screaming and jumping and waving money around. Someone behind us was yelling “I told you! I told you he’d
do it!” over and over.
line.
But Tristan wasn’t celebrating. His body language was still focused, still locked in, because he knew better than to celebrate before crossing the finish
The other six riders weren’t giving up though. They’d regrouped, working together in one last desperate attempt, and they were closing fast. All six of them in a tight pack, using each other’s slipstream to gain speed, a coordinated final push.
“Here they come,” Derek said.
Tristan hit the debris section at a speed that made my stomach drop. Too fast. Way too fast.
But his Alpha senses were making up for every split second of reaction time, every tiny adjustment, and he flew through obstacles that should have
killed him.
A pipe appeared right in his path, someone must have kicked it there earlier.
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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.
