Rooming With the Grumpy Biker Alpha
READING AGE 18+
What do you do when your mate cheats on you with your step-sister and your parents force you to attend their mating ceremony? You obey. You cry. Or you crash it with someone hotter, richer, and completely out of your league.
Layla chooses option three.
Enter Edward Strout—the cold, tattooed son of the most powerful Alpha in the territory, with deep green eyes, a wicked smirk, and a reputation that makes him the most eligible bachelor.
He walks Layla into the ceremony, turning her into the center of every stare and every jealous glance including her ex’s. But Edward never does favors for free. His price? She has to move in with him at college, become his roommate, and help him dominate the Alpha board that decides who inherits pack power before graduation.
Layla wants to refuse. Sharing space with a man whose presence alone makes her thighs clench and her pulse race is dangerous. But her stepmother tightens the noose, her father cuts off her tuition, and suddenly the only path forward runs straight through Edward's door.
Desperate to graduate, Layla agrees but on strict conditions: no interfering in each other’s lives, no emotional attachment and no intimacy. And if he ever walks in on her naked, he takes that memory to his grave.
Easy enough…until the forced closeness ignites sparks between them. Until late-night arguments end with her pinned against the wall, his hard length pressing between her thighs and his breath hot against her throat as he whispers exactly what he’d do if the rules didn’t exist.
As Layla wrestles with desire she swore she'd never feel, she uncovers the truth about Edward — he isn’t just an Alpha’s son. He’s the president for the most dangerous biker gang in the territory, and their meeting was not accidental at all.
Will she shatter her own rules and let him claim her completely? And when his best friend and a rival biker president make it clear they want Layla, will Edward finally lower his walls… and risk everything to keep the one woman he wants?
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LAYLA'S POV
“Thank you, Nicholas,” I call out, rushing into the kitchen to drop the dirty dishes.
There’s no time to wash them because I woke up late and he refused to let me leave without eating first, which is kind but also deeply inconvenient.
I grab my bag and sprint for the door just as ……
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