Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 21 Let’s show them

Victoria’s POV:

I could feel the excitement buzzing through my veins as the day of the race finally arrived. Sweetie Grace had practically dragged me out of bed at dawn, her enthusiasm infectious as we made our way to the racetrack.

The facility was nestled in the outskirts, the largest indoor racing complex in the country. As we stepped inside, I took in the massive central area with its strategically placed obstacles and barriers. The spectator stands wrapped around the track, currently filling with eager racing enthusiasts.

Someone was already showing off on the track, their car roaring as it maneuvered through the course, leaving a cloud of exhaust that partially obscured my view. My wolf, Nora, stirred inside me, responding to the thrill of competition that hung in the air like the scent of burning rubber.

Grace’s eyes widened as she recognized one of the teams warming up. "Holy shit, Vic! That’s the top racing team in the country. What are they doing here?"

I narrowed my eyes, watching the sleek vehicles with their professional drivers. Grace continued, her voice dropping slightly, "That team has risen to fame in just the last couple of years. Their captain is supposedly some kind of racing prodigy—a total ace. But..." she hesitated, "I heard they’re sponsored by the Sutton family. You don’t think Scarlett is here, do you?"

My jaw clenched involuntarily at the mention of my former "friend."

If Scarlett Sutton was indeed here, there was no way in hell I’d let her or anyone associated with her take first place.

The bond between Nora and me strengthened with our shared determination—we both had scores to settle with the Suttons.

Grace grabbed my arm suddenly, pointing excitedly at a gleaming cherry-red race car displayed prominently in the center of the venue. "Look at that beauty! That’s the grand prize!" Her eyes were practically glowing with desire. "Victoria, I want it so badly. You’ve got to win this for me!"

I studied the vehicle—a true masterpiece of engineering and design. With a confident nod, I patted Grace’s shoulder. "I’ll do my best," I promised, though in my mind, I was already calculating the turns and strategies I’d need to employ.

That’s when I spotted her across the venue—Scarlett, with her fake smile and designer outfit that probably cost more than what most people made in a month. My enhanced senses picked up her scent even from this distance—sickly sweet and artificial, just like her personality.

Grace followed my gaze and frowned. "She’s brought in a professional driver, some hotshot from the European circuit," she whispered, then gave me a sly grin. "But no matter who she’s paid to drive for her, they’re no match for you. No one is."

I couldn’t help but smile at Grace’s unwavering confidence in me. She had no idea how many full moons I’d spent racing through forests, my wolf form pushing the boundaries of speed and agility. Those skills translated perfectly to racing machines.

"Time to get ready," I said, heading toward the preparation area.

In the locker room, I changed into my racing suit, feeling the familiar pre-race calm settling over me. Nora was quiet now, focused, as was I. I carefully braided my golden hair and secured it tightly—no distractions today.

Back in the garage area, I examined the available cars, running my fingers lightly over hoods and checking specifications. Finally, I selected one that seemed to have the perfect balance of speed and handling—a midnight blue machine that called to something primal in me.

As I slid into the driver’s seat, I adjusted everything to my liking. The steering wheel felt right in my hands, like an extension of myself. I revved the engine once, feeling the vibration course through my body.

"Let’s show them what we’re made of," I whispered, partly to the car and partly to Nora, who hummed with anticipation inside me.

The Lancaster wolf doesn’t lose races—not on four legs, and certainly not on four wheels.

Felix pov

The race was about to begin, and I settled into my position near the front of the line, gripping the steering wheel with anticipation. My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, scanning the competition. The professional driver from Sutton’s team was positioned ahead, and I knew winning against her wouldn’t be easy.

If Damien had been here, the trophy would’ve already had his name on it. My Alpha friend had always been unbeatable on the track, his wolf reflexes giving him an edge that no human could match. But tonight, the championship was up for grabs.

Word had spread that Ethan Sterling’s racing team had entered too. That spineless Beta who’d betrayed Victoria Lancaster—no way in hell would I let someone like him claim victory, even by association.

"Damn shame Damien couldn’t make it," I muttered to myself, adjusting my racing gloves. I’d been hoping to witness him humiliate his half-brother again.

I scanned the other competitors, wondering if there might be a dark horse among them. The last thing I wanted was for those professional racers to take the prize when amateurs like us were putting our necks on the line.

The whistle blew, and engines roared to life around me. The race had begun.

The track was challenging—narrow lanes and dangerous obstacles everywhere. Overtaking would require skill and nerves of steel. Perfect. I thrived under pressure.

I pulled ahead quickly, maneuvering past several cars with practiced ease. But soon, I noticed a car in my rearview mirror rapidly gaining ground. Within minutes, it had caught up and was now running parallel with mine, clearly looking to overtake. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Not happening," I growled, my wolf instincts flaring with competitive fire. I positioned my car strategically in the center of the lane, blocking any attempt to pass.

The driver behind me was relentless, though. Whoever it was drove like they had nothing to lose, pushing their vehicle to the limits. I accelerated, pulling ahead of the pack and claiming second position, with my persistent shadow still right on my tail.

Glancing sideways, I caught sight of the license plate—the same car that had been hunting me down the entire race. Still not giving up? I admired the tenacity, but this was my race to win.

I veered slightly, forcing the challenger toward the edge of the track, leaving just enough space to prevent a collision but not enough for a clean pass. It was a defensive move any racer would respect.

What happened next left me speechless.

At the approaching corner, the car suddenly tilted onto two wheels, lifting half its body into the air, and slid past me in a maneuver that defied physics itself. The vehicle scraped along mine in a move so precise and daring that my wolf, Felix, let out an impressed whine inside me.

"Holy shit," I breathed, my hands momentarily loose on the wheel in shock.

I’d seen professional racers attempt such moves, but the space I’d left was minimal—dangerously so. Most professionals would have backed off, recognizing the risk wasn’t worth it. But this driver with the license plate ending in 728 had pulled it off flawlessly.

Who the hell was behind that wheel? Had to be a professional. The windows were up, preventing me from catching even a glimpse of the driver, but in my mind, I pictured some seasoned male racer with decades of experience.

No woman I’d ever met could handle a car like that—though I immediately felt my wolf nip at me for the sexist thought. Still, that level of skill and fearlessness was rare, regardless of gender.

I pushed my car harder, following in their wake. Strangely, I found myself hoping this mystery driver would overtake the professional in first place. There was something captivating about watching raw talent at work, even if it meant my own chances at victory diminished.

The bond between wolf and machine was special—we felt the vibrations, anticipated the turns with instinct beyond human capability. But whoever was in car 728 drove with something more—a primal connection to speed and danger that even impressed my wolf senses.

As I pursued them toward the leader, I couldn’t help but wonder who had earned my respect so quickly on the asphalt battlefield.