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The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby
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5 Chapters
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Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty one img
Chapter 22 Twenty two img
Chapter 23 Twenty three img
Chapter 24 Twenty four img
Chapter 25 Twenty five img
Chapter 26 Twenty six img
Chapter 27 Twenty seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty one img
Chapter 32 Thirty two img
Chapter 33 Thirty three img
Chapter 34 Thirty four img
Chapter 35 Thirty five img
Chapter 36 Thirty six img
Chapter 37 Thirty seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty one img
Chapter 42 Forty two img
Chapter 43 Forty three img
Chapter 44 Forty four img
Chapter 45 Forty five img
Chapter 46 Forty six img
Chapter 47 Forty seven img
Chapter 48 Forty eight img
Chapter 49 Forty nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty one img
Chapter 52 Fifty two img
Chapter 53 Fifty three img
Chapter 54 Fifty four img
Chapter 55 Fifty five img
Chapter 56 Fifty six img
Chapter 57 Fifty seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
Chapter 61 Sixty one img
Chapter 62 Sixty two img
Chapter 63 Sixty three img
Chapter 64 Sixty four img
Chapter 65 Sixty five img
Chapter 66 Sixty six img
Chapter 67 Sixty seven img
Chapter 68 Sixty eight img
Chapter 69 Sixty nine img
Chapter 70 Seventy img
Chapter 71 Seventy one img
Chapter 72 Seventy two img
Chapter 73 Seventy three img
Chapter 74 Seventy four img
Chapter 75 Seventy five img
Chapter 76 Seventy six img
Chapter 77 Seventy seven img
Chapter 78 Seventy eight img
Chapter 79 Seventy nine img
Chapter 80 Eighty img
Chapter 81 Eighty one img
Chapter 82 Eighty two img
Chapter 83 Eighty three img
Chapter 84 Eighty four img
Chapter 85 Eighty five img
Chapter 86 Eighty six img
Chapter 87 Eighty seven img
Chapter 88 Eighty eight img
Chapter 89 Eighty nine img
Chapter 90 Ninety img
Chapter 91 Ninety one img
Chapter 92 Ninety two img
Chapter 93 Ninety three img
Chapter 94 Ninety four img
Chapter 95 Ninety five img
Chapter 96 Ninety six img
Chapter 97 Ninety seven img
Chapter 98 Ninety eight img
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Chapter 5 Five

Aliyah's POV

It gave room for the guilt to crawl back in. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Cohen's laughter echoing in my head.

"Better back off now... or you'll lose your face very badly."

I had believed him. Worse, I had let him convince me that I didn't belong. That I would never be enough.

Until I heard the growl of a bike engine cutting through the wind.

I froze, heart thumping. No one came here-this was well beyond the border of Ember Pack. I chose this place because I wanted to disappear.

The engine cut off.

Boots hit gravel.

And then he appeared.

Asher Moretti.

Black boots. Dark jeans. A leather jacket clinging to muscles like it was custom-made for danger. His hair was damp from the drizzle, and the moment our eyes met, my breath hitched.

Of all the people to find me...

"I was just passing through," he said casually, as if the sight of me didn't surprise him. "Thought I'd stop for some water."

I blinked, gripping the fishing rod like it was a weapon. "This beach is a long detour from any road."

His lips twitched. "I take long detours."

That voice. Calm, deep, smooth like smoke. I hated that it stirred something inside me. I hated that it reminded me of things I swore I'd buried.

"Water's in that blue bottle," I said stiffly, gesturing toward my tent.

He picked it up, drank, and then-without asking-settled beside me on the large flat rock I had claimed as my own.

I shifted. "What are you doing?"

"Watching the waves. Sitting. Breathing."

I stared at him.

He stared right back.

This was insane. Asher Moretti wasn't just the president of the most elite biking club in Ember Pack-he was untouchable. Dangerous. Mysterious. And worst of all... Cohen's friend.

"Why did you run from the tournament?" he asked suddenly.

My heart dropped.

I turned my face toward the ocean, pretending not to hear him. "That's none of your business."

"You trained hard," he said, ignoring my deflection. "I watched some of your sessions. You were improving. Why run now?"

I was quiet. My fingers trembled slightly. "Because Cohen said I would embarrass myself."

Silence.

Then a sigh. "Do you always do what he says?"

That question hit harder than it should have. My throat tightened. "I didn't want to disappoint my father."

"And you think disappearing for a week without a word helped?"

His words weren't cruel. They were honest.

I didn't know why that made them worse.

A lump formed in my throat. "You don't understand..."

"Try me."

I looked at him then, really looked. His eyes weren't mocking or cold. They were... tired.

"I ran because I was afraid," I admitted. "Afraid of failing, of them laughing again. Of being the Omega everyone expects to fall."

He didn't say anything for a while. Just watched the water like it held secrets only he could read.

"I haven't been sleeping," he said finally.

I blinked. "What?"

"Since that night... the tournament. Since you ran. I kept wondering why. I thought maybe I'd see you in town, or you'd send a message, or... something. But I didn't. So I took a road trip, and ended up here."

My brows furrowed. "You have insomnia? You?"

He smiled faintly, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Funny, right? The great Asher Moretti, feared by many, tormented by sleep."

I chuckled awkwardly. "Your club's out there, living it up, and you're... brooding?"

He shrugged. "They don't know half of what I carry."

That confession hung in the air, weighted and real. I had no idea who this version of Asher was. Vulnerable. Candid. And... kind.

A fat drop of rain landed on my cheek.

Then another.

"Looks like a storm," I said, standing. "Come on. Into the tent."

He followed me in, and we both ducked beneath the flap. The space was tight, just big enough for one person to lie down and another to maybe sit curled at the corner. I scrambled to get a dry cloth, my back brushing against him-

-and then my foot slipped.

"Ahh!"

In a split second, I landed directly on him. Chest to chest, our faces inches apart. My palm braced against the mat beside his shoulder, and the scent of leather and rain filled my lungs.

Oh goddess.

He was warm. Too warm.

I looked down at him.

That jawline. Those lashes. The shadow of a scar on his neck.

I never realized Asher Moretti was this... ridiculously handsome. No, not just handsome-magnetic. Intense. Breathtaking.

Then my stomach twisted.

The nausea hit without warning.

I scrambled up, hand to my mouth, and stumbled outside the tent just in time to vomit.

Asher rushed out, confused. "Aliyah? Are you-"

"I'm fine," I croaked.

But I wasn't. I hadn't eaten anything weird. Nothing except dry crackers and tea. And yet...

A sharp memory slammed into me.

That night. The heat. The fire. The desperate way we clung to each other.

No. It can't be...

Hands shaking, I ran back into the tent and fished out my pouch. The small strip was still in there. The one I had bought three days ago but never dared to use.

I stared at it for a long time.

Then I went outside. The rain had stopped.

I used the strip.

Waited.

One line appeared.

Then another.

Clear. Bold. Undeniable.

Pregnant.

I collapsed to my knees.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as the ocean roared quietly in the distance.

"I'm pregnant..."

With Asher Moretti's child.

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