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“Want me to get it?” Willow asks.
“Ah, I’m okay.” I lean in and give her a brief side hug.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves before opening the door. Zane stands there, looking as devastatingly handsome as ever in a black leather jacket and dark jeans. His eyes meet mine, and a slow smile spreads across his face. It’s a roguish smile, one concealing so many secrets while screaming danger and confidence.
There are dark shadows under his eyes, as though he didn’t sleep well, not to mention his eyes are red. I bite my tongue, knowing better than to comment on a hangover.
No one wants to be told how shitty they look.
“Hey, Aria,” he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Ready to go?”
I nod, not trusting my voice. I step outside, closing the door behind me. The cool morning air hits my skin, and I inhale deeply, trying to clear my head. Being around Zane always seems to make my thoughts foggy.
He guides me to the sidewalk, where a sleek black motorcycle sits.
“Hmm, what’s that?” I twirl my finger at the motorcycle.
“A Harley.” He tosses me a helmet.
I catch the helmet, turning it over in my hands. The black surface is smooth and shiny, reflecting the morning sunlight. I glance up at Zane, an eyebrow raised. “This is how I die.”
Zane chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. “I won’t let you die.” He swings a leg over the bike, straddling it with ease. He looks at me expectantly, patting the seat behind him. “Hop on.”
I hesitate for a moment, biting my lip. I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before, and the idea both thrills and terrifies me, but the way Zane is looking at me, his eyes dark and intense, makes my decision for me. I slip the helmet on and climb onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
Oh, we are super close, like I’m plastered against him and his sexy, muscular body.
The engine roars to life beneath us, and I feel the vibrations through my entire body. Zane revs the throttle, and we take off, the wind whipping past us. I cling tighter to him, my heart racing in my chest.
As we ride, the city blurs around us, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The roar of the engine drowns out all other sounds, and for a moment, it feels like Zane and I are the only two people in the world. I press closer to him, resting my cheek against the cool leather of his jacket.
Despite the helmet, I can still catch Zane’s scent—a heady mix of leather and sandalwood. It’s intoxicating, and I find myself inhaling deeply, trying to memorize it. I struggle not to nuzzle his neck.
Bad omega.
After what feels like both an eternity and no time at all, Zane slows the bike and pulls into a parking lot. I glance around, taking in our surroundings. It looks like a rec center. The parking lot is full, and there are people wandering in and out of the building, all wearing gis.
Zane kills the engine and kicks down the stand, the sudden silence almost deafening after the roar of the bike. He turns his head, glancing at me over his shoulder with a small smirk. “We’re here.”
I blink, slowly releasing my grip on his waist and sliding off the bike. My legs feel slightly wobbly from the ride, and I take a moment to steady myself. I remove the helmet, shaking out my hair. “Where exactly is ‘here’?” I ask, looking around at the bustling rec center in the middle of freaking nowhere.
Zane swings his leg over the bike with a fluid grace that makes my mouth go dry. The leather of his jacket creaks softly as he runs a hand through his wind tousled hair, the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Zane wafting towards me.
“This is where I train when I’m not at the dojo. They have a competition today.” He gestures toward the building. “I thought you’d like to see what a competition looks like.”
I raise an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “A karate competition?” I look around with new eyes, excitement humming in me. “There are a lot of women.”
I don’t know if they are alphas, omegas, or betas, but I want to know.
I need to know if these women are like me.
“It’s a women’s competition,” he says.
“No freaking way.” I drop my helmet in my excitement before popping back up.
Zane chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Freaking way,” he says, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Come on, let’s get inside.”
We walk toward the entrance, and I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. A women’s karate competition? I didn’t even know these things existed.
