MY BIKER ALPHA

CHAPTER 5: DOUBT & DENIAL

Only two days remained until the ball.

The last time Emily had seen Pierce was the day he promised he would accompany her to the Christmas gala. Since then, nothing. No calls. No texts. Silence.

She felt devastated… and terrified.

What if he had changed his mind?

Emily had tried reaching out countless times, but every call went unanswered, every message ignored. Lying on her bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling as anxiety twisted painfully in her chest.

“Maybe he chickened out,” she whispered to herself, though the thought hurt more than she wanted to admit.

She turned onto her side and hugged her pillow tightly, trying to ignore the sinking feeling growing inside her. Outside her window, snow drifted softly beneath the glowing city lights, but instead of feeling festive, the night only made her loneliness worse.

She slowly drifted off to sleep, her mind heavy with thoughts of what to do next. It was far too late to find someone else to accompany her to the gala, but deep down, that wasn’t even the real problem.

For some strange, unexplainable reason, the thought of going with anyone who wasn’t Pierce felt wrong.

No other face came to mind. No other voice comforted her the way his did. Even after days of silence, after the unanswered calls and ignored messages, her heart still clung stubbornly to him.

Emily buried her face into her pillow and closed her eyes tightly, fighting the ache settling in her chest.

Why did it have to be him?

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Pierce, on the other hand, was miles away from civilization, deep within the frozen wilderness where nothing existed except towering trees, bitter winds, and the wild silence of nature.

It was something he rarely did—isolating himself whenever his wolf became too restless to control.

Being the most powerful Alpha came with a heavy price. His wolf was stronger, darker, and far more dangerous than any other. Hunger consumed it differently. Anger fueled it differently. And when it lost control… people suffered.

Usually, escaping into the wild was enough to calm the beast inside him.

But this time was different.

His wolf had been acting strangely for days now—agitated, possessive, almost desperate. It clawed violently beneath his skin, refusing to settle no matter how far he ran or how many nights he spent alone beneath the freezing moonlight.

Pierce knew exactly why.

Or rather… he refused to admit it.

Because accepting the truth meant accepting her.

Emily.

The mere thought of her sent something primal roaring awake inside him. A bond he had spent years denying tightened painfully around his chest every single time her face crossed his mind.

Mate.

The word haunted him.

Pierce clenched his fists as he stood at the edge of a snowy cliff, his sharp eyes fixed on the endless darkness ahead. Fear—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years—crept silently into his heart.

Not fear of enemies.

Not fear of losing power.

But fear of losing her.

Because the moment he accepted what Emily truly was to him… his world would never be the same again.

He released a deep sigh before closing his eyes, forcing himself to calm the storm raging inside him. Snow swirled around his large figure while the freezing wind howled through the forest, but Pierce barely felt it.

“You need to control yourself,” he spoke silently to his wolf. “If you want us to see her again, then behave.”

The beast growled low in response, restless and impatient.

“It’s dangerous for us to meet her like this,” Pierce continued firmly. “You’ll scare her. And I won’t let that happen.”

For a moment, the tension inside him remained unbearable. Then slowly… the wolf began to settle.

The violent hunger eased.

The claws scraping against his control retreated.

Pierce exhaled softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as relief washed through him. Finally.

He couldn’t wait to see her again.

God, he missed her.

He missed her beautiful smile that always seemed to melt the coldest parts of him. He missed the innocent curiosity in her eyes whenever she looked at him, like she was trying to solve a mystery only he possessed.

And her scent…

Pierce’s eyes darkened slightly at the thought.

Emily smelled like winter mornings and wildflowers blooming after rain—a soft mixture of vanilla, pine, and something uniquely sweet that drove his wolf insane. Her scent wrapped around his senses like warmth on a freezing night, comforting yet dangerously addictive.

It lingered in his mind constantly.

On his clothes.

In his memories.

In every breath he took.

His wolf stirred again, but this time it wasn’t aggressive. It was yearning.

Pierce already knew Emily could feel the bond too. He had seen it in the way her breathing changed whenever he stood too close, in the nervous tension between them, in the way her eyes lingered on him longer than they should.

But for humans, the mate bond was weaker. Fainter.

For wolves, it was overwhelming.

For him… it was consuming.

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Finally, the day of the gala arrived.

The entire city seemed alive with preparations for the biggest event of the year. Expensive cars filled the streets, decorations glittered beneath the winter lights, and excitement buzzed through every corner of town.

But inside Emily’s room, the atmosphere was completely different.

She sat in front of her mirror looking utterly miserable—hair messy, clothes scattered across the floor, makeup untouched. She hadn’t even bought a dress for the gala.

With a heavy sigh, she dropped her face into her hands.

Her life truly sucked.

Everything had gone wrong so quickly. Pierce had disappeared without a word for days, and now the gala was only hours away. Soon her entire family would be there watching her embarrass herself yet again.

Tears burned painfully behind her eyes.

Just as she was about to completely break down, her phone suddenly began to ring.

Emily sniffed softly before reaching for it.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the caller ID.

PIERCE.

His name glowed boldly across the screen.

For a moment, she simply stared at it, anger and relief battling fiercely inside her. Part of her wanted to ignore him completely after days of silence.

But another part of her—the weaker part—had missed him too much.

And unfortunately, he was still her only hope of surviving tonight without humiliation.

Slowly, she answered the call.

“Miss me?” Pierce’s deep, annoyingly pleasant voice flowed through the speaker, smooth enough to make her even more irritated.

Emily frowned immediately. “You could’ve just told me if you were no longer interested.”

Silence filled the line for a few seconds.

Then his voice returned, softer this time.

“Look outside your window.”

Confused, Emily quickly stood from her chair and rushed toward the curtains. The moment she looked outside, her heart nearly stopped.

There he was.

Pierce sat casually on his black motorcycle in front of her house, looking dangerously handsome in a dark coat that fit his broad figure perfectly. Snowflakes drifted around him beneath the golden streetlights, making him look almost unreal.

And behind him…

A large elegant box was strapped securely to the back of the bike.

Emily’s eyes widened.

Every bit of sadness and frustration instantly disappeared the moment she saw him. Excitement exploded inside her chest so suddenly that she barely even remembered to grab her coat before hurrying downstairs.

She practically flew out of the house to meet him.

The moment Emily reached him, she threw her arms around him without thinking.

Pierce froze instantly.

Complete shock crossed his face as her warmth pressed against him. For a second, he forgot how to breathe. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, dangerously pleased by how perfectly she fit against him.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Why didn’t you reach out to me?” she asked softly after pulling away from the hug.

Pierce looked down at her, his sharp eyes unusually calm tonight.

“I was on a journey,” he replied honestly. “Far away from civilization.”

Emily narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly suspicious of the strange explanation, but she decided not to push further. Instead, she crossed her arms casually, pretending she wasn’t affected by his disappearance at all.

Though deep down, relief flooded through her.

He hadn’t abandoned her.

For some reason, that realization made her heart lighter.

Emily glanced toward the large box attached behind his motorcycle. “What’s with the box?” she asked quickly, trying to change the subject before he noticed how emotional she had become.

A faint smile appeared on Pierce’s lips.

“This,” he said as he carefully removed the box, “is yours…”

He stepped closer to her, his intense gaze never leaving her face.

“…if you’re still willing to go to the gala with me.”

Emily’s breath caught slightly.

The way he looked at her made her chest tighten in the strangest way. Like she was the only thing in the world capable of holding his attention.

Trying to ignore the sudden nervousness creeping through her body, she looked down at the elegant box in his hands.

“You bought me something?”

Pierce tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Open it first before judging me.”

Carefully, Emily lifted the lid.

And the moment she saw what was inside…

Her eyes widened in complete disbelief.