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The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate CHAPTER FIFTY
MatteoGideon lay broken at the base of the altar, a puppet with its strings severed. The "Source" below us pulsed with a rhythmic, sickening light, but my focus was entirely on the woman standing beside me. Aveline’s violet eyes were the only thing grounding me as the psychic static of the vault tried to tear my mind apart."We have to move," she whispered, her voice a sharp command that cut through the haze.I shifted back to my human form, the skin of my side knitting together in a jagged, painful mess of scar tissue and fresh blood. I grabbed my jacket from the floor, not for warmth, but to hide the vulnerability of my bare chest. We climbed the stone stairs of the chapel, the air growing hotter, thicker with a scent that didn't belong in the sanctuary of the dead.I pushed open the heavy oak doors, and the world I had spent fifteen years rebuilding was gone.The Black Fang clubhouse—my fortress, my home, the only place where the ghosts of my family felt at peace—was a pillar of r
The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate CHAPTER FORTY NINE
AvelineDeep within the bowels of the Black Fang chapel, the world was ending in a symphony of grinding stone and ancient, agonized magic. Ezra had vanished into the shadows of the collapsing vault, leaving the silver dagger buried in Matteo’s side. The Alpha’s blood—thick, dark, and smelling of ozone—poured over the obsidian altar, fueling a ritual that was never meant to be completed.I lunged forward, the silver cuffs on my wrists snapping as the sheer force of my Guardian pulse finally shattered the metal. I didn't go for the door. I went for him."Matteo!" I choked out, catching him as his knees buckled.He fell against me, his massive frame a dead weight that nearly sent us both into the black sludge rising from the floor. I guided him down to the base of the pedestal, my hands frantically pressing against the wound in his side. The silver was poisoning him, white veins of necrosis already spidering out from the puncture site."Stay away," he rasped, his eyes unfocused, drifting
The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
AvelineSerafina’s laughter was a jagged shard of glass cutting through the stagnant air of the underground transport. We were deep beneath the Black Fang Cemetery, the walls weeping with the dampness of the earth and the scent of centuries-old rot. I was bound to a rusted metal chair, silver-lined shackles biting into my wrists, the metal hissing against my skin as it suppressed the Guardian pulse in my veins."You look pathetic, Aveline," Serafina purred, stepping out of the shadows. She was still dressed in her emerald finery, but the silk was stained with the grime of the tunnels. She held a long, thin needle in her hand, the tip glinting with a viscous, translucent fluid. "All that 'Guardian' posturing, and here you are. Back in a cage. Back where a stray belongs."I spat toward her, my throat raw. "Is that what this is, Serafina? A cage? Or are you just pissed that even in chains, Matteo looks at me with more hunger than he’s ever shown you?"Serafina’s face contorted, her beaut
The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
AvelineThe North Ridge was a graveyard of silence. The scent of ozone, burnt rubber, and the metallic tang of Matteo’s blood hung in the air like a physical weight, suffocating the forest. I crouched in the thicket, my chest heaving, the "shimmer" in my vision beginning to fracture into jagged, painful sparks.I had watched them take him. I had watched Ezra, the man who had sat at Matteo’s table and called him brother, kick my mate’s ribs while he was bound in silver. I had watched the Executioners drag the Alpha of the Black Fangs into the back of a blacked-out van as if he were nothing more than a carcass.My hands were buried in the frozen dirt, my knuckles white. Move, Aveline. Move.The Guardian pulse in my blood was screaming, a high-frequency vibration that told me the forest was no longer empty. The Executioners were sweeping the ridge, their thermal scanners cutting through the mist like red scythes. I was a ghost, a glitch in their tech, but I was running out of time.I sli
The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate CHAPTER FORTY SIX
MatteoThe air in the sawmill bunker was stagnant, smelling of old grease and the bitter, unwashed scent of my own self-loathing. After walking out on Aveline in the gym, I had retreated to the shadows of the motor pool, my hands still shaking with the phantom sensation of her skin beneath my teeth. The wolf was a caged storm behind my ribs, snarling at the cowardice of the man who led him.I was scrubbing the carbon off a piston head with a wire brush, my movements mechanical and violent, when a shadow fell across the workbench."You look like shit, Alpha."I didn't need to look up to know it was Ezra. His scent was always the same—dry parchment and the cold, ozone tang of someone who spent too much time whispering in the ears of the Council. He leaned against a support pillar, tossing a silver-weighted coin into the air and catching it with a rhythmic, irritating clack."Get out, Ezra," I growled, not breaking my rhythm. "I’m not in the mood for your brand of 'counsel' tonight.""Th
The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
AvelineThe gym was a graveyard of heavy breathing and cooling iron. Kai had already slipped out, leaving me alone in the flickering, dying light of the halogen lamps. I was a mess—drenched in sweat that made my shirt translucent, my hair matted to my forehead, and my knuckles raw from the relentless friction of the heavy bag. My body hummed with a violent, electric vibration. The Guardian pulse hadn't fully receded; it was still there, flickering behind my eyes like heat lightning.I reached for my water bottle, my hand trembling. I felt... alive. For the first time since the fire, I wasn't waiting for the blow to land. I was the blow.A floorboard groaned near the entrance.I didn't turn. I didn't have to. The air in the room didn't just shift; it pressurized. The scent of rain-soaked cedar and raw, predatory musk hit me like a physical wave. Matteo. He wasn't supposed to be back for hours."You're a fucking liar, Aveline."His voice didn't come from the door. It came from the shado
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