Chapter 323
The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 323
“Too late, Sarah said softly, and she was right.
A horn blared and the crowd pressed forward, everyone wanting to see the start.
Sarah grabbed Orion’s hand and I saw his thumb stroke across her knuckles, a small comfort that made my chest ache because Tristan should be here
beside me, not down there on that track.
The riders revved their engines and the sound went through my entire body, making my nausea spike. I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to breathe
through it.
“You okay?” Sarah asked, noticing.
“Just nervous,” I said, or maybe it wasn’t a lie. I was nervous. Terrified, actually.
I couldn’t see Tristan’s face anymore because of his helmet, but I could see the way he sat on the bike, relaxed. Centered and completely in control.
This was his world, the place where he became something more than human, or and Alpha.
This was a place he could be himself. He could be Tristan.
Another horn, longer this time.
Then they were off.
The bikes shot forward in an explosion of screaming engines and burning rubber.
Tristan didn’t get the best start, he’d positioned himself in the middle of the pack, probably being careful for the first time in his racing career, and three riders immediately shot ahead.
But I could see what the crowd couldn’t, the way Vic and Cole adjusted their positions to box Tristan in, how Marc, who usually raced clean, was suddenly riding way too close to Tristan’s left side.
“They ARE working together,” Derek said, his voice hard. “All six of them p>
‘Can he handle it?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.
Of course he can, I knew what he could do but that didn’t stop the way my hands were shaking.
‘He’s handled worse,” Orion said, but even he sounded uncertain. “But he’s riding different tonight. More careful p>
“Because of the babies,” I whispered.
They disappeared around the first turn and for those few seconds I could only hear engines echoing off concrete and metal, the sound building and layering until it was almost unbearable.
My nausea was getting worse and I couldn’t tell if it was pregnancy or fear.
Then they came back into view and my heart stopped.
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Chapter 323
All six riders had Tristan surrounded.
Vic and Cole in front, riding side by side to block any way past. Marc and Jensen on either side, so close their handlebars almost touched Tristan’s. Ted
more behind, blocking any escape.
It was a moving cage.
“Jesus Christ,” Orion breathed.
They’re trying to trap him,” Derek said. “Force him to ride at their pace, wear him down mentally p>
“Will it work?‘ Sarah asked.
‘Not a chance,‘ Derek’s voice held complete certainty. “They’re thinking like humans. Tristan’s not human, not when he’s on a bike.
They hit the straightaway and that’s when it started.
Marc swerved left, on purpose, his bike coming within inches of Tristan’s.
A human rider would have panicked, would have braked or swerved and lost control, but Tristan didn’t even flinch.
His Alpha reflexes were faster than human sight and he shifted his weight, dropped his inside knee, and the bike responded like it was part of him. sliding through a gap that shouldn’t have existed.
The crowd roared.
“Did you see that?” someone behind us shouted. “Did you fucking see that p>
“That’s impossible,” another voice said. “That gap was too small p>
“Not for him,” a third voice said, almost reverent. “Not for him p>
But Jensen was ready, cutting right to close the opening. Tristan accelerated hard, Derek’s bike had power and Tristan knew exactly how to use it, and pulled even with the cage’s front edge.
Vic looked over and even through his helmet I could see the moment he realized Tristan was better than they’d thought. Better than they’d planned for.
They thought they were better because he hadn’t raced for months, but they were wrong.
Tristan is the king on the game.
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Sara Lili
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.