THE BIKER ALPHA WHO BECAME MY SECOND CHANCE MATE

I'm already dressed when I hear Tristan moving arwind quietly through the frame , trying not to wire before dawn , restless and determined . She's been whispering plans in thy way at night , guiling and free ag years - purpose . We need to move , she insists . Sitting still makes us easy targets . I know she's right , even if the threat isn't physical anymore .

Staying in this horse all day , merceded by efterea d happiness while I wallow in my own misery , will only make me spiral deeper into the dark place the how fighting to I've chosen simple clothes - jeans that actually fit me instead of the baggy things for teen hiding in , and a soff swear tha make me look like I'm drowning in fabric . For the first time in two years , I've made an effort . My wolf greens a tete et the youn Small steps , she reminds me . We're taking small steps .

When I emerge from my room , Tristan is standing at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee , his hair still dany from the d looks up when he hears my footsteps , and I catch the flash of surprise in his eyes before he carefully masks it . " Morning , " he says , his voice cautious . " You're up early ." " I couldn't sleep . " I smooth my hands down my jeans , suddenly nervous . I was thinking .. maybe I could come with you today ? to work ? " He sets down his coffee cup , and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head . He's going to say no .

He's going to tell me its not a good idea , that I need to rest , that I'm not ready for ...... " Okay , " he says simply . I blink . " Okay ? " " Yeah . " He takes another sip of coffee , watching me over the rim . " If you're sure that's what you want ." I nod , not trusting my voice . It's such a small thing , but it feels monumental . Someone is letting me choose . Someone is trusting me to know what I need . We chose well , my wolf says about Tristan , and I have to push that thought away before it can take root . Twenty minutes later , we're back on his motorcycle .

This time , the ride feels different . The morning air is crisp and clean , carrying the scent of autumn and possibility . My wolf stretches lazily in my chest , enjoying the sensation of movement , of going somewhere with purpose . I still tense when we hit bumps in the road , still feel my breath catch when Tristan takes a turn too fast . But I'm getting better at breathing through it . Better at reminding myself that I'm not trapped anymore .

1/3 18:24 Fri , Jan2 Chapter 7 We pull into an industrial area I dont recognize , passing warehomes and auto shops until tristen forna into * getting to the meas my heart stop completely . There , in bold letters across the front of a massive building , is a sign that sends my world tilting off its axis . SLAY12S AUTO REPAIR My breath catches in my throat . My wolf goes completely still , as shocked as I am . " They still run this ? " I whisper , barely able to get the words out . Tristan kills the engine but doesn't answer immediately .

He just sits there , letting me process what I'm seeing It's not the same small garage I remember from my childhood . This place is huge , modern , with multiple bays and a parking lot fat of exotic cars waiting to be repaired , Mercedes , BMWs , Porsches , motorcycles that probably cost more than most people's houses . This isn't just a repair shop - it's an empire . But the name .

The name is exactly what our parents chose all those years ago , when they were young wolves with big dreams and dirty hands, building something together in a cramped garage that smelled like motor oil and hope , They kept it alive , my wolf breathes . They kept their memory alive . Memories flood back without warning . Dad lifting me up so I could see inside the hood of a car , his patient voice explaining how engines work while Mom rolled her eyes and muttered about him turning me into a grease monkey .

The way they'd work side by side , finishing each other's sentences , their wolves content in each other's presence . The way they'd died too early , too suddenly , leaving us orphaned and lost . " Orion and 1 , " Tristan says quietly , " we couldn't let it die with them . " A tear escapes before I can stop it . I wipe it away quickly , hoping he doesn't notice , but of course he does . He notices everything . We left , my wolf says , her voice heavy with guilt . We left them to carry this burden alone .

While I was in London , trying to forget who I was , trying to pretend I didn't have a family or a past or a legacy to honor , they were here . Building this . Growing what our parents started . Making something beautiful out of their grief . " I didn't know , " I whisper . " How could you ? " There's no judgment in his voice , just understanding . " You were surviving . " But it doesn't feel like enough . It feels like betrayal . Like I abandoned not just my family , but my parents ' memory too . We're here now , my wolf says firmly . That's what matters .

Tristan climbs off the bike and waits for me to do the same . My legs feel shaky , but I manage to stand . The scent of motor oil and 2/3 18:24 Fri , Jan 2 d Chapter 7 metal hits me like a punch to the gut , so familiar it hurts . For once in five years , I tell myself the harshest truth . I miss my parents . I miss Tristan's parents . Life has not been the same since I lost them . And I lost myself too in the process . 1 Comments > Comments C Visitor love this so far I am really enjoying the story line and the characters and I can not wait to see where it is going .

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