All Chapters of Iron Fangs MC The Alpha's Mate Dilemma : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Spirit's Watch Sarah floated in a strange space between consciousness and darkness, able to see her family but unable to reach them. Her spirit ached as she watched Matthew break down again, his hands trembling as he poured more healing into her still body. He was shaking bad at this point, but he refused to stop. "Please come back," he begged, his voice raw from days of pleading. "I can't do this without you, Sarah. I can't breathe without you." She felt utterly broken hearing the torment he was experiencing. Her strong mate was crying and falling apart. He kept trying to heal her, draining himself. Their moms refused to leave, so both dads stayed too. She tried to touch him to comfort him, but her spirit form passed right through. Through their mate bond, she felt his crushing pain even in her comatose state. He needed her back. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. "Son," Emma approached gently. "You need to rest. You've been healing non-stop for days." He didn't loo

Broken Circle The supernatural council's judgment had been swift and severe. Cara's friends gathered in their usual meeting spot, now haunted by the absence of their leader who faced life imprisonment for attempted murder with spelled silver. She may just die, and nothing could save her. "She was so stupid," Lisa whispered, tears falling. "Letting jealousy turn her into something dark. Something murderous. She attempted murder on Matthew's mate, and now she is going to suffer." Lisa wiped at her face, hating that she was crying. She also thought she sensed her mate, but everything with Cara kept her from seeking the scent out. She didn't even tell the others her findings because all they ever spoke about was Cara and the trial. "We all encouraged it," Beth admitted, guilt heavy in her voice. "All those times, we supported her obsession with Matthew, her hatred of Sarah. We never thought she'd go this far." She went beyond far. She tried to kill a chosen mate, and it backfired b

Guardian's Price No one saw the hidden rogue until it was too late. Ghost caught the glint of steel aimed at Sarah's back and moved with decades of protective instinct, throwing himself between his niece and the blade. "UNCLE GHOST!" Sarah's scream tore through the night as the knife plunged into his side instead of her heart. Through pack bonds, they felt his pain explode outward. Matthew spun at his mate's cry, his healing magic already reaching for his wounded dad. Tank's roar of fury shook the ground as he saw his brother fall protecting his daughter. "Always... watching your back... princess," Ghost managed through gritted teeth, his silvered scars gleaming with sacrificial love. Emma's desperate cry carried across the battlefield as she ran to her mate. Through their bond, she felt the blade's poison beginning to spread. "No, no, no," Sarah dropped beside her uncle, warrior hands pressing against his wound. "Not for me. You can't die for me!" Matthew poured healing

Ghost Healing Tank waited until Ghost was alone, his massive frame filling the doorway as he watched his brother resting. Years of being the strong one crumbled as emotion overwhelmed him. "You saved my baby girl," Tank's voice broke as he moved to Ghost's bedside. "Almost died protecting my Sarah." "Our Sarah," Ghost corrected weakly, his silvered scars gleaming as he looked at his brother. "Always been ours to protect." Tank's shoulders shook as tears finally fell. "When I saw you take that blade... saw you start seizing... thought I'd lose both my brother and my daughter in one night." "Never happen," Ghost managed a small smile. "Too stubborn to leave you alone." Through pack bonds, they felt their deep brotherhood - forged through years of fighting together, protecting together, loving their families as one unit. "Thank you," Tank's voice was rough with emotion. "For being there when I couldn't. For saving what matters most to me." "That's what brothers do," Ghost

Family's Pride Sarah recovered from childbirth with remarkable speed, her warrior nature accelerating healing while Matthew's magic supported her body's restoration. Two weeks after Thomas's birth, she felt strong enough to attend the pack's summer barbecue – their son's first public appearance. "Are you sure you're ready?" Matthew asked as he watched her dress their son in tiny clothes emblazoned with the pack symbol. Through their bond, he felt her determination mixed with maternal pride. "Our son needs to meet his pack properly," Sarah's warrior spirit was fully restored, though softened by motherhood. "Besides, I need to show everyone that childbirth doesn't weaken a warrior – it makes her stronger." Thomas cooed in agreement, his unique blend of healing and warrior energy already creating small protective shields when he felt excited. His eyes – perfect mirrors of his dual heritage – watched his mother adoringly. "There's my handsome boy," she smiled, lifting him into her ar