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CHAPTER THREE
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2026-06-21 22:50:26
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Alpha Bikers CHAPTER FIVE
THE DRIVE TO CASCADEI finished reading the brief on Sunday.Not because I'd been putting it off, I told myself, but because I needed the distance of a few days to read it without the noise of the week still in me. This was true. It was also true that I had opened the document twice before Sunday and closed it both times within three pages.Sunday I read all twelve pages. Then I read the three appended documents and the two-page summary of the council's founding charter and a condensed history of what they'd accomplished in their eight years of operation. By the time I finished, it was nearly noon and the tea I'd made had gone cold.The work they were describing was real. That was the thing I kept coming back to. There was no flattery in it, no language designed to make me feel chosen in a way that would cloud my judgment. The brief read like a document written by people who had a specific problem and had identified what kind of help they needed. The problem was genuine: in the last t
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER FOUR
RILEY NOTICES BEFORE LUNA DOESMy mother had always been able to read me the way I read other people, which was inconvenient and also, I suspected, fair.She came over on Thursday afternoon, ostensibly to return a book she'd borrowed two months ago and hadn't mentioned since. She put it on my kitchen table, accepted a cup of tea, and sat in the chair that faced the window. This was the chair I usually sat in. My mother had a way of simply taking the best position in a room without appearing to have chosen it."How's the week been?" she asked."Fine. Quiet.""Mm." She wrapped both hands around her mug. "Anything come up?"I looked at her. She was looking at the window.My mother — Riley, though that felt strange to say, even in my head — had this quality that she probably didn't know she had, or maybe knew perfectly well and simply allowed: she asked questions that sounded like small talk. The phrasing was always easy, ambient, the kind of thing anyone might say. And then you answered,
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THREE
HUNTER'S NETWORK FLAGS A REQUESTMy brother called on a Wednesday, which was unusual. Hunter called on Sundays, as a rule — long, unhurried conversations that started with what we'd eaten that week and ended somewhere much further out, following whatever thread had caught him. Wednesday calls were different. Wednesday calls meant something had come up."Are you in the middle of something?" he asked."Finishing a document. Give me two minutes."I finished the document. I saved it and closed the window and picked up the phone again and settled back in my chair."What is it?""Something came through the network," he said. "I almost didn't send it on. But it's addressed to you specifically, not just a general inquiry, so I thought you should at least know it exists."Hunter ran what he called the network with a kind of cheerful persistence I had always admired. It had started as a loose catalogue of contacts — people in other packs, regional figures, independent practitioners — and grown,
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER TWO
WHAT THE RESONANCE ACTUALLY COSTSMy mother named it when I was nine.We were sitting in the back garden — her in the chair she always claimed first, me on the step — and I had just come in from a birthday party where I'd spent most of the afternoon standing at the edge of the yard feeling everything that was happening between the adults near the fence. There were things happening near that fence that the birthday child's parents had tried very hard to keep out of the afternoon, and I'd felt all of it, and it had made the cake taste like cardboard.I didn't know how to explain that. I tried anyway.My mother listened. She was good at listening — not in the way that felt like patience, but in the way that felt like she was taking notes. When I finished, she said: "That's what I call Resonance. The way you feel other people's emotional states before they surface.""What is it?" I asked."It's yours," she said. "It's specific to you."She didn't try to make it smaller than it was, or big
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER ONE
A TUESDAY LIKE THE OTHERSThe argument had started before I got downstairs.I could feel it before I heard it — a low thrum at the edges of my awareness, the way a headache announces itself before the pain does. Two people in the kitchen, and one of them was wound so tight her breath came in shallow pulls. The other one was performing calm. I knew the difference between calm and the performance of it. I'd known it since I was old enough to understand that the two things felt nothing alike.I stood on the last step and listened.Dara and Finn. Finn's mate, technically, though she'd never once used that word around me. They'd been staying in the east wing since the roof on their house developed a problem neither of them would describe with any specificity. Finn said it was damp. Dara said it was structural. Both of those things were probably true and neither of them was the real issue.I walked into the kitchen.Dara was at the counter, not looking at him, moving a mug back and forth be
Alpha Bikers SPINOFF ALERT!
The book says alpha biker secret TWINS, so we are going to actually take a look at one of the twins. The girl Luna has a lot of story tobe told she is a child with a frightening, barely-understood gift, growing into someone who has to decide what kind of person to be with it. This is her story.Some kids are afraid of the dark. Luna was afraid of feeling people.Born one half of the secret twins everyone's still talking about, Luna grew up in the shadow of her brother's story — the easy one, the obvious one. But Luna was never the easy story. From the time she could talk, she could feel intention coming off people like heat off pavement. Anger before it turned into a fist. A lie before the mouth finished forming it. Calm she didn't ask for, settling into rooms she walked into, whether she wanted to give it or not.They call it the Resonance. It doesn't throw punches. It doesn't break bones. It reads what's underneath — and it bends it, just a little, just enough. In a world built on al
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