All Chapters of The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MatteoThe scent of motor oil and metal made my nose wrinkle in disgust.This was the place?A pitiful mechanic shop tucked in the ass-end of nowhere?I stepped over a discarded wrench and shoved open the garage doors with enough force to make them scream on their hinges. My boots echoed across the concrete floor, followed by the thud of my men dragging in a wheezing, red-faced human behind me.Clyde Braxley.Debt collector. Scum. Informant.He was barely standing now, held between two of my wolves. Blood trickled from his nose, and one of his eyes was already swelling shut.Good.I turned toward him, my voice low but sharp. “Are you absolutely sure this is the place?”He gulped, the sound wet and pathetic. “Y-Yes. I swear. This is where she works. The Carrington girl.”“The last of that cursed bloodline?”He nodded quickly. “She’s been hiding here for years. Goes by a fake name. But it’s her. I promise.”I looked around the empty shop. Everything was in place. Half-disassembled bikes

AvelineBy the time we reached the compound, I’d lost all sense of where we were.The forest had given way to a stretch of long, winding asphalt and empty night roads. Eventually, concrete swallowed everything—high black gates, steel fences lined with motion sensors, and biker guards posted like statues in the dark. The place screamed danger. Wolf territory disguised under the mask of a biker syndicate.Matteo didn’t speak as the gates opened for us. The men guarding the entrance dipped their heads in submission, though their eyes flicked to me with open curiosity and thinly veiled judgment.Aveline Carrington. The curse in the flesh.He parked in front of a long, low-slung building made of brick and steel, glowing faintly with amber light. A massive wolf emblem was etched into the iron doors. The Bloodshade crest. Matteo’s legacy. His fortress.I dismounted stiffly, every muscle in my body sore from riding tense and refusing to touch him.Matteo dismounted after me and jerked his hea

AvelineI sat curled in the corner of the too-soft bed, the fading sunlight slicing through the window blinds like prison bars. My fingers dug into the sheets, trying to anchor myself as my thoughts ran in circles.My life was over.There was no other way to describe it.I had been hunted for a decade, stripped of family, safety, and any semblance of peace. And now, in a cruel twist of fate, I was shackled to the very monster who’d spent those ten years dreaming of my death.Matteo Cruz Valentino.The Biker Alpha. El Lobo. My mate.I clenched my jaw as the memory of that kiss burned behind my eyes. It had been fire and ice, chaos and control. He didn’t kiss me like someone fulfilling a bond. He kissed me like someone trying to punish me—with tongue, teeth, and fury.I could still feel his hands in my hair. Still taste the bitterness of his hate.And now I was supposed to what? Stand next to him while he pretended to claim me in some twisted mating ceremony?The knock on the door start

MatteoI stormed out of the chamber, my boots pounding against the stone floor like war drums. I needed air. Space. Something to stop the tightness crawling up my throat like a noose.She hadn’t said a word after Gideon’s outburst.She didn’t need to.The silence in her eyes—quiet, controlled, but trembling with hurt—said everything.And I hadn’t said a damn thing to defend her.I clenched my fists, rage bubbling beneath the surface.Not at Gideon.Not at the council.At myself.Why didn’t you say something? my wolf growled. Why did you let her sit there like a lamb among wolves? Because I couldn’t. Because if I defended her, it would mean I cared. And I don’t. I can’t. She’s a Carrington. The last of the cursed bloodline. She was never supposed to matter. But the guilt lodged in my chest like a blade.“You should’ve killed her,” a grating voice echoed behind me.I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.Gideon.Old. Loud. Loyal to the grave—but arrogant enough to think the pack shoul

AvelineThe night air tasted of earth and fear.I slipped through the servant’s corridor behind Mila, our footsteps feather-light against the stone floor. My heart pounded so loud, I was certain it would draw every guard in the compound. Every creak of wood or distant howl in the night made me flinch. I clutched my satchel tighter to my chest—water, a makeshift map, a knife, and the last of my courage.Mila didn’t speak as she guided me past the Omega quarters and into the overgrown greenhouse. Her eyes flicked in every direction. She moved like a shadow—quick, careful, quiet. We were running on borrowed time, and both of us knew it.She crouched behind a tangle of ivy and rusted iron, where an old grate was half-hidden beneath years of plant decay. “This is it,” she whispered, pulling it free with a low groan of metal. “The tunnel’s narrow and damp, but it leads out past the perimeter wall. We used it once during a supply raid years ago, before Matteo took over.”I stared at the dark