Chapter 38
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As I pulled up, the noise around me faded as everyone turned to stare. My car, a luxury model given to me by my father, was beautiful but completely out of place here. It was designed for comfort and elegance, not for the wild, reckless world of street racing. It was unmodified, untouched by the kind
work that turned these cars into beasts. I could feel their eyes on the fidging, wondering who this
outsider was who dared to show up in such a car.
When I stepped out of the car, someone whistled, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife
“Nice ride,” someone called out, their tone dripping with sarcasm.
I ignored the comment, scanning the crowd for the young man who had brought me here. Suddenly. the crowd parted, and I saw him walking toward me. He removed his helmet, and for the first time, I
saw his face.
He was handsome–strikingly so. His features were sharp and defined, with a ruggedness that suggested he wasn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty. But there was something familiar about him, something in the way his eyes narrowed slightly when he was focused, a trait that reminded me of Lorik. The resemblance was uncanny.
His face was marked with a few fresh scrapes, evidence of a recent fight. Despite that, his eyes lit up when he saw me, clearly surprised that I had actually shown up.
“You really came,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and excitement.
“What’s going on here?” I asked, my voice steady despite the chaotic energy a
- us.
He introduced himself, “My name is… My name is Shadow.”
Apparently
it’s not his real name. It’s just a code name. It was obvious that he was hiding his real. identity, and I had a feeling there was more to him than he let on.
“I made a bet with that guy over there,” he explained, nodding toward a hulking figure leaning
against a blood red sports car. “The winner is decided by a race. But I got into a little… disagreement earlier, and my hand’s messed up. So, I texted you. I need you to race for me.”
raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “And why would you think I can race?”
a grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I didn’t know for sure. It was a gamble. So, can you?”
I hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I can race. But why should I help you?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, fluffy cat keychain. It was so out of place in this environment that I couldn’t help but smile.
“If you win,” he said, holding it out to me, “you can have this.”
I looked at the keychain, then back at him, unable to suppress a laugh. It was such a strange. contrast–the tough, cool guy with this adorable little trinket. It made him seem almost human, a
Jark difference from the hardened racer persona he was trying to project.
Before I could respond, a loud voice cut through our conversation. “Hey, tough guy! You really think that girl’s gonna win for you?” The muscular man had stepped forward, his voice laced with mockery. “You must be desperate if you’re relying on someone who doesn’t even look like she knows
how to drive.”
I turned to face him, unfazed by his insults. “What exactly are you betting on?”
The man’s sneer widened. “Your friend here messed with the wrong people. He ruined our boss’s plans. If he loses, the boss takes his leg.”
My expression darkened as I processed his words. Allen quickly jumped in, trying to explain. “They were harassing a girl on the street. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing, so I challenged them to a race. But they didn’t play fair. They got a few hits in and messed up my hand. That’s when I thought of you.”
A young woman stepped out from behind Allen. Her eyes were red and puffy, like she’d been crying. She wore glasses and had a shy, studious appearance, so different from the rough crowd around
“Is this true?” I asked, my voice softening as I looked at the girl.
She nodded, her voice trembling as she spoke. “They wouldn’t leave me alone. He stepped in to help.”
I turned back to Allen, my mind made up. “Alright. I’ll race for you. But I’m holding on to this
keychain until after I win.”
The crowd erupted in laughter, their disbelief obvious. They didn’t think I stood a chance.
“Good luck, sweetheart!” the muscular man jeered. “You’re gonna need it.”
⠀ After 1 Let Go My Alpha. He knelt in Regret
Ignoring them, I stepped up to the car Allen had been standing by earlier. It was clear they had all acid on this track before. They knew every twist and turn by heart. I, however, was new to this
game.
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