Semua Bab Iron Fangs MC The Alpha's Mate Dilemma : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate. Also he liked fucking to much to stick to one woman. Behind him, leather cuts emblazoned with the snarling wolf's head of the Iron Fangs rippled in the wind. To the human world passing by, they were just another MC running the roads they owned. None of them would notice how his riders' eyes caug

Marked Territory Blaze barely made it to his bike before the tremors hit. His hands shook as he gripped the handlebars, the mate bond screaming at him to go back, to claim, to mark. To make sure every wolf within a hundred miles knew Maya Sterling belonged to him. Maya. Even her name felt like a punch to the gut. "Well, well. Running away from a little vet?" Roxy's voice cut through his spiral. She was leaning against her cherry-red Harley, looking like sin in leather pants and a cropped Iron Fangs cut that showed off her toned midriff. "That's not like you, baby." He glared at her. The endearment felt wrong now, like ash in his mouth. "What are you doing here, Rox?" She feigned innocence but the bitch was anything but innocent. She was always up Blaze's ass and didn't hide she wanted him as her chosen. She sauntered over, all predatory grace. Other wolves might be fooled by her human form, but Blaze knew her wolf was pure alpha female, ambitious and ruthless. It was why the

Blood and Bond The clinic's front window was shattered, glass glittering like fallen stars in the parking lot. Blaze scented the air as he approached – blood, fear, and underneath it all, Maya's distinctive desert sage sweetness tinged with pain. His wolf nearly took over right there, the need to destroy whoever had hurt his mate almost overwhelming. He wanted blood for her pain. He found her in the back treatment room, pressing a blood-soaked towel to her shoulder. Her honey-gold hair had come loose from its braid, and a bruise was darkening along her cheekbone. But she was standing, and her eyes were clear and alert when they met his. "The prospect," she said immediately. "They tried to get to him. I couldn't—" She swayed slightly. She didn't look good. Her body trembled. Blaze crossed the room in two strides, catching her before her knees buckled. The contact was electric, the mate bond singing between them. This close, he could see the fine tremors running through her body

Moon's Promise The pack meeting had ended hours ago. Maya still couldn't quite believe how it had gone – Blaze standing before his entire pack, her hand firmly in his, announcing both Roxy's betrayal and Maya's position as his true mate. The shock on Tank's face when he'd learned of his sister's treachery. The murmurs of awe when Maya had demonstrated her druid abilities by healing one of the younger pack members' broken arm. That member hugged her as a thanks. Now she stood in Blaze's bedroom – their bedroom – moonlight streaming through the windows. Her shoulder had healed completely, druid magic accelerating the process once the wolfsbane was out of her system. She looked uncertain. "You're thinking too hard," Blaze's voice rumbled behind her. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. The mate bond hummed between them, stronger than ever. He felt right, but she was still worried. "The pack really accepts me?" She couldn't keep the wonder from her

Brother's Blood The scent of blood hit Blaze before he even opened the club cell door. Not just any blood – Tank's blood, mixed with the acrid smell of wolfsbane. His VP and oldest friend lay crumpled in the corner, his Iron Fangs cut missing, a gash across his temple still oozing. He almost looked dead. "Tank!" Blaze was across the room in an instant, checking his pulse. It was there, but weak and thready. "Ghost! Get in here!" He felt fear for his friend. Tank's eyes fluttered open, unfocused. "Boss... Roxy... she..." "Don't try to talk." But Blaze's wolf was already snarling, putting the pieces together. The missing cut. The wolfsbane trace in the wound. The tunnel entrance in the corner, its old door hanging open. "She did this to you? Her own brother?" Blaze felt so much anger he almost shifted. Tank managed a weak nod, his normally strong face twisted with pain and betrayal. "Said... needed my blood. Something about... breaking bonds." His hand clutched Blaze's arm.