All Chapters of THE BIKER ALPHA IS OBSESSED WITH HIS SON'S MATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hazel's Pov “Even though he is protecting us, it's well known that he killed his mate and that is the reason why we don't have a Luna. He is mentally unstable, who knows, one day he might get deranged-” A loud slap resounded in the room, I looked up to see Sylvia seething in rage while the unknown maid had her face to the side, the outline of Sylvia's fingers were on her face. “How dare you!” The girl screamed and lunged at her, Sylvia quickly sidestepped, causing her to trip, then she kicked the unfortunate maid on the side. “Don't you dare speak against my alpha that way ever again, or you'll regret it cause I'll pull out your tongue and make you choke on it.” The look on Sylvia's face became scary, all the other maids quickly looked away like nothing was happening. “Are we clear?” Sylvia asked her with a stern voice, to which the girl nodded. Her stern face then reverted to the warm innocent one from earlier. She skipped over to me, the poor maid was unfortunately forgotten. “D

OSCAR'S POV The moment Hazel stepped in my home, I instantly sensed it, her intoxicating rose scent surrounded me — it was stronger that it had drawn my once dormant wolf to the surface, and my skin itched with the urge to shift on the spot but the thought of her being present suppressed that thought. In the past, I could suppress my inner beast. I can bury him so deep that I almost forget he’s half of me and an important part of me. But something about Hazel activated my wolf to the point that he woke up and he won’t be ignored. Not anyone. He’s insistent. Ravenous. Wild. Unhinged. One word kept echoing in my head over and over. Mine. Claim. Mate. He instantly recognized her as his mate and kept clawing to take control but I couldn't let that happen, at least not yet. If I let him claim her for the first time, he might hurt her. ‘Won't hurt mate’ “You would hurt her. She is not ready yet.”‘She is ready, we would claim her. Did you forget how that pup was staring at her.’

OSCAR'S POV I couldn’t see her face because I was drinking up every last drop of her sweetness. She cummed so hard that I had to pull my finger out, but kept my mouth there until she’s spent, taking everything I could from her. I finally released my grip on her to see that we were both a mess. My utter excitement caused me to lean down, press a hand against her chin, and press my lips against hers. This time she didn’t gasp. Instead, she lets out a moan before pressing her body against mine. All I knew was that I could finally have her. I hooked her legs around me and moved us through a secret passage connected to my bedroom, I gently placed her on the bed, and our lips never ceased their connection. Hazel's body pushed against me, desperate to find friction and I didn’t blame her because I wanted to be doing the exact same thing I dropped her onto the bed and watched as she bounced, her face was flustered, and she was panting a little bit. It was exactly what I wanted. “Pink, d

HAZEL'S POV ‘Why would he suddenly ask me about Lucas and Luther?’ This question replayed in my mind as I slowly snuck out of the pack house. I was glad that I no longer smelled like Oscar, I didn't want to become the target of the pack. As I snuck around the pack house into the main roads, I realized that my heart was pounding hard against my ribcage and my breathing was irregular. “Just a few more turns and Viola, home sweet home,” I mumbled under my breath, ignoring the other pack members and speed walking towards the maids' quarters. I was almost there, when all of a sudden, my worst nemesis appeared before me. She twirled a strand of her hair with her index fingers while popping gum like a slut. Her posse, already knowing their positions, surrounded me. “Oh look who we ran into?’ She said in a fake high-pitched voice. “The mateless and wolfless runt of the pack.” “What do you want this time?” I rolled my eyes at her attempt to rile me up. “Shouldn't you keep an eye on your

OSCAR'S POV After they left, I remained in my office, and my eyes fell on the side window. Through it, there were some wolves training in just combat; they moved in flawless formation, their senses and movements were sharp, making it hard to pick out a loophole. I recalled what Lucas said: we needed the alliance because if the sudden movements from the northern territory caught us unaware, the paradise we lived in might soon turn to hell. The Northern packs had grown aggressive and agitated, smaller territories were already vanishing without open war, leaders were being pressured, resources were being cut off or snatched, and wolves defected out of fear or hunger. Bloodshed wasn’t a necessity when desperation and fear did the work for you. The door to my office was abruptly opened, and the astringent scent of my son who was clearly done with tangling in the sheets with his concubine hit me. What happened to taking a shower afterward? He stood by the door, glaring at me, I looked