Semua Bab The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate: Bab 11 - Bab 20

MatteoSomething snapped in my chest like a wire pulled too tight.I’d been in the middle of a strategy meeting with Kai and Ezra, poring over Hollow Fang intelligence and finalizing supply routes. The fire crackled in the hearth. Kai was mid-sentence when it hit me.The bond. Flaring. Strained. Distant.My wolf growled.I rose from my seat without a word, my chair scraping sharply against the stone floor. Ezra’s brow furrowed. Kai stiffened.“She’s gone,” I said coldly.Kai didn’t ask who. He didn’t need to.“How long?” he asked, already moving.“Minutes. Maybe less.” I crushed the porcelain coffee cup in my palm, shards slicing my skin as hot liquid spilled to the floor. “Get the hounds. Double the patrols. Lock the territory down.”“Matteo—”“Now, Kai.”He was out the door in seconds, barking orders. My wolf howled with fury inside me, demanding we move, run, hunt. The farther Aveline got, the more violent the pull became. She was still within the territory—barely—but I could feel

AvelineThe morning air inside my chambers was brisk, the windows cracked just enough to let in the distant scent of pine and dew. I stood at the edge of the room, staring at the travel outfit Mila had laid across the bed—a sleek black leather jacket, dark jeans, and boots sturdy enough to outrun a nightmare.It was ironic, dressing for a journey I never asked for… and yet feeling like I’d won something.Seeing Briar again.Even if it was brief. Even if it came with chains I couldn’t see but felt tightening around my ankles.A small victory, but I would take it. I had to. In a place like this, where every choice I made was scrutinized and every breath could be twisted into rebellion, a win—no matter how fragile—meant survival.Mila walked in with a steaming cup of tea and that soft smile she always wore when trying to be brave for me.“You’ve got a long road ahead,” she said, handing me the cup. “And a longer day.”I took it, warming my fingers. “Thanks. You didn’t have to wake up thi

AvelineThe council building was a modern marvel of black stone and glass, nestled in the heart of Cardenas like a beast lying in wait. It wasn’t just a place for politics—it was power incarnate. Every inch of the towering structure exuded wealth, dominance, and unshakable authority.I followed the guard up the curved marble steps, my eyes flicking up to the gilded insignia of the Bloodshade Pack etched into the massive double doors. Matteo’s world. His turf.And for the moment… my prison.Inside, it was cold. Sleek. The kind of place designed to make you feel small.We entered a long, dimly lit room with a circular table at its center. Men in dark suits already occupied most of the seats—powerful men, each wearing the kind of expression that said they were used to giving orders, not taking them.Matteo stood at the head of the room, sharp in a black suit with a silver tie. He didn’t smile when I walked in, but his eyes flicked to mine for a brief second, unreadable as always.He moti

AvelineI had grease under my fingernails and sweat sliding down my spine by the time Mila called for a break. We’d been training for hours—blades, footwork, balance drills, all of it designed to grind away any weakness. I wasn’t just sore; I was raw.But I didn’t stop.I couldn’t.The Luna Trial wasn’t some ceremonial dance. It was war disguised as tradition, brutality cloaked in honor. The Bloodshade pack’s elders didn’t want a partner for their Alpha—they wanted a survivor, someone they could mold or destroy. Preferably both.I slumped against the wooden beam in the center of the old training hall, its floor littered with shattered straw targets and dulled blades. Mila tossed me a rag, and I wiped my face before digging into my satchel.“Is that… a wrench?” Mila raised an eyebrow.I grinned, pulling out a handful of tools I’d smuggled from Matteo’s garage. “The elders want a test of intelligence? Strategy? Let’s give them something they’ve never seen.”She crouched beside me, watch

MatteoThe cheers still echoed when I stepped forward into the open courtyard, every eye trained on me, waiting to see how the Alpha of Bloodshade would respond to the woman they thought he wanted destroyed. Some looked expectant, some afraid, and a few—especially among the elders—furious.Aveline stood in the center of the arena, blood crusting over her shoulder, her breathing ragged, and her chin held high like the pain was just an inconvenience. She looked like a warrior. And that made it worse.Because she wasn’t supposed to survive.And yet… she had.“Remarkable,” I said, my voice projecting across the silence. “Truly. Who knew a cursed bloodline could be so… persistent?”A few gasps. One elder shifted in his seat uncomfortably.I descended the steps one at a time, each boot striking the stone deliberately. Aveline turned her head slightly toward me, her eyes dark but unreadable.“Today,” I continued, “Aveline Carrington has proven that she is not just a survivor. She is… inconve