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The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby

The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-07-10
By:  JaneOngoing
Language: English
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Synopsis

Fast-Paced Plot

First-Person POV

Drama

Alpha

Gamer

Twins

Age Gap

Betrayal

Pregnant

"You kept this from me, our child." Her heart pounded. Five years of secrets, of careful hiding, shattered in a single, terrifying moment. He knew. Asher Moretti knew. Aliyah Censori thought she was a biker bitch who knows a lot about the men that control the pedal and leather until she turns 20 and meets her mate. It was love at its fullest glamour and everyone was envious of them but unfortunately, he did the most outrageous thing that Aliya would ever imagine — he posted her nudes!! Aliyah was reluctant to accept the reality when the bond that binds them together is now severed. She cried her heart out. Asher Moretti who was coming back from his wife's tomb. He was sad and heartbroken. He went to the club and met Aliyah where they both drank themselves to stupor and they ended up on the bed. Aliyah hates him for no reason at first, she blames him for everything that happened between her and Cohen, thinking he knows about it since he is the president of his club. And now, she is pregnant with Asher Moretti’s baby. What happened when she realized that their intimacy that night had made her situation worse? But what happened when she realized that behind his facade was a man broken and was desperate for love? Behind his mask was the man who has never been defeated in any biking race but has been defeated by love and fate?

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Chloe
Chloe
I hope Aliyah teaches Cohen a very big lesson for this betrayal cos the fúck!
2025-08-27 21:36:42
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Buellaaldama
Buellaaldama
Am waiting for the next chapters
2025-08-12 09:07:36
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125 Chapters
Chapter 1
Aliyah’s POVThe wind whipped against my face as I ran through the heart of the Shadow Claw Pack, the moonless sky cloaking my pain, the gravel beneath my bare feet tearing into my skin. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My lungs burned. My breathing hitched. My throat tasted of salt and blood—but the tears just wouldn’t stop.I didn’t care that the guards at the southern boundary stared as I passed. Or that Elder Marcus shouted something behind me. Nothing mattered anymore.Everything was unraveling.Cohen.The name echoed in my mind like a curse.I had given him everything. Every smile. Every kiss. Every part of me that was soft, pure, and believing. I could still remember the first time he said “I love you”—we were sixteen, lying on the hill behind the Crescent Training Grounds, laughing at the stars and dreaming of running our own warrior school.I gave him my heart. My trust. My soul.And now…“No,” I gasped, slowing to a walk, my chest heaving. I clutched my stomach as I staggered
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Chapter 2
Aliyah’s POV The moment I woke up, I wished I hadn’t.A splitting headache tore through my skull like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. My mouth tasted like ash, my tongue dry, and my limbs too heavy to move. It felt like my head was about to fall off my neck, and my brain was trying to claw its way out.Where... am I?I blinked. The sheets felt too smooth to be mine. The scent of cinnamon and pine hung in the air, rich and masculine. This wasn’t home.I turned my head—slowly, painfully—and that’s when I noticed the bed beside me wasn’t empty.A man.He was facing the other way, but I could see the broad shoulders beneath the sheet, muscles shifting as he breathed. A wave of panic clenched my chest. I clutched the bedsheet to cover my nakedness and sat up slowly.Then it hit me. Flashes. Sounds. Movement. Moans.*Flashback Last night*His lips on my neck. His fingers digging into my waist. My name falling from his mouth like a promise. The way his eyes had stared into mine as if he cou
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Chapter 3
Aliyah’s POVThe wind nipped against my face as I stood before the grand, graffiti-laced gate of M Spring Boots Racing Club. The rusted hinges creaked as I pushed it open, revealing a row of glossy motorbikes lined like soldiers at war. Engines purred in the background, the smell of grease and rubber mixing with the sharp scent of fresh-cut grass.My fingers curled tightly around the straps of my helmet. It felt like it weighed a thousand pounds on my palm. Every part of me wanted to turn around. But Papa’s words haunted me."You’re a loser if you give up with your life because of this downfall."I walked in, ignoring the whispers. A few steps further, and the first mocking voice pierced the air."Look who decided to show up. The Omega with no wolf and a bruised ego."More laughter followed. My back stiffened. The girls stood in clusters, draped in leather jackets, flaunting their sleek bikes and the arrogance that came with having a wolf form. Their eyes glinted with amusement. They
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Chapter 4
Aliyah’s POVSkipped meals, slept in the club's garage, trained until I couldn’t feel my legs. I wanted to win—no, needed to win.To silence the mockery. To prove I wasn’t just the president’s pitiful Omega daughter. To honor Papa.I’d been to the Ember Pack stadium a few times growing up—always in the safety of Papa’s shadow—but today was different. Today, I was no longer in the shadows. I was at the center. Under the light. Under their judgmental stares.The stadium roared with life as I stepped in. Banners flew in the wind. The strong scent of fuel and testosterone hung in the air. Tires screeched in practice laps and engines growled with power.My throat dried up instantly.I clutched my gloves tighter. I’ve been here before… but never this nervous.My fingers trembled and I could feel my heartbeat in my teeth. Papa walked up to me, dressed in his racing gear, the club's crest proudly stamped across his chest. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder and squeezed.“You’ll do just fine
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Chapter 5
Aliyah’s POV It gave room for the guilt to crawl back in. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Cohen’s laughter echoing in my head.“Better back off now… or you’ll lose your face very badly.”I had believed him. Worse, I had let him convince me that I didn’t belong. That I would never be enough.Until I heard the growl of a bike engine cutting through the wind.I froze, heart thumping. No one came here—this was well beyond the border of Ember Pack. I chose this place because I wanted to disappear.The engine cut off.Boots hit gravel.And then he appeared.Asher Moretti.Black boots. Dark jeans. A leather jacket clinging to muscles like it was custom-made for danger. His hair was damp from the drizzle, and the moment our eyes met, my breath hitched.Of all the people to find me..."I was just passing through," he said casually, as if the sight of me didn't surprise him. "Thought I’d stop for some water."I blinked, gripping the fishing rod like it was a weapon. “This beach is a long
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Chapter 6
Aliyah's POVThe world had narrowed to the thin strip in my hand. Two lines. Dark. Certain. The wet sand clung to my knees, the cold soaking through the thin fabric of my pants, but I barely felt it. The ocean roared somewhere beyond me, steady and merciless, like it knew something I didn’t want to admit.I stared until the lines blurred. My fingers trembled. I couldn’t breathe properly—the air felt thick, useless.A shadow moved over me.“Aliyah?”I jerked my head up. Asher was standing a few feet away, his brows knit in confusion. The drizzle had turned into a fine mist, coating his jacket in a faint sheen. His eyes searched my face. “What’s wrong?”I quickly shoved the strip into my pocket before he could see it. The plastic felt like it burned against my thigh. “Nothing,” I said too fast. “Just… dizzy for a second.”His gaze lingered on me, skeptical. “You’re pale.”“I said I’m fine.” My voice came out sharper than I meant, so I softened it. “Really. Just tired.”Inside, panic cla
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Chapter 7
The morning air was damp and cool, the kind that clung to my skin and made the inside of my nose tingle. I woke to the sound of metal clinking, followed by the low scrape of a wrench against something solid.When I unzipped the tent flap, Asher was crouched beside his bike, sleeves shoved up, hands dark with grease. The sun hadn’t fully broken through the clouds yet, but a soft pale light pooled over him, catching on the line of his jaw.“Morning,” he said without looking up.“Morning,” I murmured, stepping out barefoot. The sand was cold under my toes.I tried to focus on the horizon, to act normal, but a dull cramp tightened low in my stomach. My fingers pressed there automatically. Not sharp enough to double me over, but enough to remind me of the strip hidden in my bag.Asher tightened a bolt and sat back on his heels, wiping his hands on a rag. “The chain was loose,” he said. “Could’ve been bad on the road.”I nodded like I understood, though my head was full of anything but bike
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Chapter 8
Aliyah's POVThe ride back felt colder than the wind warranted. The salt air bit at my cheeks, but it wasn’t the kind of cold that came from the weather. I kept my arms around Asher’s waist, but only because I had to, not because I wanted to. My cheek rested against his back, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath the worn leather of his jacket.The road hummed under the tires, a low, constant vibration that seemed to echo in my chest. Every bump made my stomach twist tighter. My mind kept looping back to Jax’s voice, the way my name had rolled out between him and Asher like a coin I hadn’t meant to drop.He didn’t say much at first, and neither did I. The engine roared between us, louder than usual, swallowing anything unspoken.Halfway down the narrow coastal road, he finally tried, raising his voice over the wind. “You’re awful quiet. Thinking about pie? I told you it was terrible.”I didn’t answer.After a beat, he added, “Or are you mad I didn’t order
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Chapter 9
Aliyah's POVThe sun was already up when I crawled out of my tent, the air heavy with the smell of salt and damp sand. Asher was leaning against his bike, arms folded, watching the waves like he was weighing something in his head.“Morning,” I mumbled, pulling my jacket tighter.His gaze slid to me, that familiar half-smirk tugging at his mouth. “Thought we’d get you back on the bike today.”I frowned. “No.”“It’s not a race,” he said, pushing off the bike. “Just a little practice. Stretch your legs. Feel the wind.”I shook my head, but he stepped closer, his shadow crossing mine. “C’mon, you used to love this. Don’t let fear make your world smaller.”“It’s not fear,” I said, but even to my ears it sounded weak.His eyes softened, but his voice stayed steady. “Then prove it.”I hesitated, my stomach already uneasy. The thought of the engine’s roar under me brought back more than memories — it brought the pit in my gut, the flash of light, the way the air had been knocked out of me tha
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Chapter 10
Aliyah's POVThe message stabbed deeper than the rest. My thumb hovered over the screen, the edges of it slick in my grip. It had to be Cohen. Nobody else would write something like that — not unless they knew me, really knew me.I deleted the message, watching the text vanish like that would erase it from my head. It didn’t. The words kept circling back, sharp and deliberate, digging into every quiet moment.When I stepped out of the tent the next morning, the air felt too bright, the waves too loud. Asher was crouched by the fire pit, coaxing the embers back to life. His hair fell into his face as he worked, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each movement.“Slept well?” he asked without looking up.“Fine,” I said too quickly.He glanced up, narrowing his eyes a little. “You sure?”I brushed past him, muttering, “I said I’m fine,” and reached for the kettle. My hands shook just enough to rattle the lid.He didn’t push, but I could feel him watching me as I poured water into th
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