ALPHA BIKER WHO CLAIMED HIS BROTHER'S MATE

38

MAYA’S POV

It was morning again, and the sunlight captured my face like it was a paparazzi. I tried to shift, but my body immediately lodged a protest. Every muscle from my waist down felt like it had been tenderized. There was a deep ache hanging in between my legs. In other words, it was a "d**k hangover" in its purest form.

I had done it two nights in a row with Rafe. And goddess, he was bigger than I ever imagined. Even Jalen hadn't made me feel this way. My stomach flipped every time the images of last night threatened to resurface.

I stayed still for a moment, listening to him breathe beside me. He was still asleep, and I took the moment to get a glance at him. He looked peaceful, unlike the man he appeared to be in real life—calloused and very difficult.

My body flared up at the sight of him, and I knew if he woke up right now and asked for s*x, I would not resist. I’d just sink right back into him, just to have a feel of him f*****g my brains out. My mind was twisted, and I was certain he would be my undoing.

With a low groan, I forced myself to roll out of bed. My legs felt wobbly and my inner thighs stung a bit, but I managed to make it to the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was a f*****g mess, and my lower lip was still a bit swollen. I had a small mark on my neck; I didn't know if it doubled as a hickey.

My hand grabbed my toothbrush so I could properly start the day. By the time I finished brushing my teeth and splashed cold water on my face to find some semblance of sanity, I walked back into the room.

The bed was empty. The sheets were tossed aside, and the spot where he’d been was already losing its warmth. A surge of irritation flared up in my chest. He couldn't even say "good morning."

I walked to the bedroom door, yanked it open, and yelled into the empty, silent hallway, "Good morning to you too, Rafe!"

I didn't care if I was being petty. I slammed the door shut, allowing it to echo down the hall.

RAFE’S POV

I purposely left that room without a word because this woman was clearly f*****g with my head. It was supposed to be "in a good way," but I cannot totally submit my entire being to another person—no matter how much my body craves them.

I stood in the kitchen, the smell of sizzling bacon filling the air, though it did little to clear my head. Twice this week I had woken up all cuddled in her arms. Three times I had let myself break my rules just to please her. But I loved it. Maybe a little too much. Her lips tasted divine, and goddess, her body was to die for.

I’d always heard the old warnings about how a woman could make or break a man, but I’d dismissed them as folklore for the weak. I never thought she’d be mine to deal with because she was involved with Jalen, so I never believed any woman would have the power to ruin me. Yet, here I was, standing at a stove making breakfast because the thought of her staying hungry actually bothered me.

I plated the bacon and eggs. It was a simple task, but it was a crack in my demeanor. I took my plate into the living room and sank onto the sofa, grabbing the remote to turn on the news. I needed a distraction from the way she had taken over the air in this house.

The headline on the news caught my attention instantly:

ALPHA JALEN WAKES UP IN LOW-LIFE MOTEL WITH NO MEMORY OF IDENTITY.

I stared at the screen with a smirk on my face.

“Delinda sure messed with that fucker. I should give her free drinks at the club,” I said out loud, crossing my legs on the small table in front of me. Whatever she did to him, she deserved compensation; if not for her, I would have lived with the news of him touching Maya. Watching the newscaster speak about him made my food taste even better.

But then…

"As footage shows," the reporter continued with utmost seriousness, "Alpha Rafe was spotted leaving the premises shortly before the discovery. Sources are questioning if a domestic dispute between the brothers led to this bizarre turn of events..."

I let out a low groan, the fork clattering against the ceramic plate.

"Son of a b***h," I hissed at the screen.

The media was already spinning it. They couldn't just let a pathetic man rot; they had to drag me back into the mud with him. I leaned my head back against the cushions, watching her spew her rubbish.

“Thanks for the meal,” Maya said, cutting through my thoughts.

I looked up from where I was sitting, then I grabbed the remote to change the channel, but her eyes had already caught the news.

“You will get used to it,” she said, making her way to the dining table. “I mean, you chose to marry me.”

I let out a deep breath, hating how she viewed herself. I know I have always wanted to put women in their place, and that was why I kept shoving the word "mistress" down her throat. But I had always wanted her as my wife since we were kids.

“Maya!” I called out in a clipped tone.

She appeared instantly. I took in her ever-radiant face before I spoke. “Where is the drive?”

“In my room,” she answered.

“I need you to give it to me so it can be destroyed immediately. I do not know what Delinda did to him, but if a witch is called, he might get back his memory.”

“What?” she asked instantly, her face laced in panic.

I knew getting your nudes shown in public was scandalous, but the tone of her voice made me think there was something else.

“I said what I said,” I continued. Then I furrowed my brows. “Is there something else you need to tell me about yesterday?” I asked.

She shook her head instantly, but I caught the way her eyes dipped for a split second. She definitely had something to hide.

“I was just scared he would have more copies and play it at the wedding tomorrow, but I will get the one I have now.”

With that, she bolted.