Page 37 of Never Distract a Biker

I don’t know who she is, but in this moment, I don’t care. Her presence is a lifeline, anchoring me to something solid as my body rebels against me.

After what feels like an eternity, the nausea subsides. My head hangs, my energy sapped. A glass of water appears in my peripheral vision, and I take it gratefully, my trembling fingers brushing against hers.

"Thank you," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse.

She smiles, her expression warm and reassuring. "Let’s get you back to bed."

The woman guides me to the bed, her movements calm and deliberate. Once I’m settled, she pulls a blanket over me, her kindness catching me off guard.

"Who are you?" I ask, my voice hoarse and still shaky from the ordeal. My suspicion simmers beneath my gratitude. "And what are you doing in my bathroom?"

She chuckles softly, pulling a chair closer to sit by the bedside. "I’m Alina," she says. "One of Viktor’s sisters."

I blink, trying to process her words. Of course, Viktor would have family, but it never crossed my mind that I’d meet them.

She notices my confusion and offers an explanation. "I wanted to meet you," she continues, her tone light. "I knocked but got worried when you didn’t answer. Then I heard you in the bathroom and figured you could use some help."

Her honesty disarms me, and I nod slowly, relaxing slightly under the weight of her gaze.

Alina adjusts her seat, crossing her legs elegantly. There’s a poise about her, a quiet confidence that puts me at ease despite the strangeness of the situation.

"I’m sorry if I startled you," she says, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her blue eyes mirror Viktor’s, sharp yet kind. "But I thought it was time we met. After all, you’re carrying my future niece or nephew."

Her words make my chest tighten. The reminder of my pregnancy feels like a slap and a lifeline all at once.

"Thank you," I mumble, glancing away. Gratitude laces my tone, but so does unease. I’m not used to this—to kindness without ulterior motives.

"You’re welcome," Alina replies, her smile never wavering. "And for the record, morning sickness sucks. I can’t imagine going through it in an unfamiliar place."

Her casual comment pulls a weak smile from me. The tension in my shoulders eases for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Do you have children?”

The shocks in her eyes confirms the answer before she even opens her mouth. “Hell no.”

“Then how do you know what morning sickness feels like.”

“Books and movies,” she smirks, and I smile.

As the minutes pass, Alina’s warmth chips away at my walls. She asks about how I’m feeling, her tone genuinely curious, not prying. I find myself opening up, albeit cautiously.

"Honestly?" I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know what’s happening, or how my life got so ..." I trail off, searching for the right word.

"Complicated?" Alina offers, her smile sympathetic.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Complicated."

She nods, her expression understanding. "Trust me, you’re not alone in that feeling. This family has a way of making life ... interesting."

Her light humor makes me laugh a little, and for the first time, I feel a flicker of connection.

"So," Alina begins, her tone casual but her eyes keen. "What’s the story with you andmoy starshiy brat?"

“What now?”

“My big brother,” she laughs.

Damn, this girl is beautiful. Good looks must run in their genes.

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