All Chapters of The Biker Alpha’s Hated Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AvelineThe Black Fang estate buzzed with unusual activity. Guards moved faster than usual, deliveries came in waves, and Matteo had been out of sight for the better part of the morning—either wrapped in council dealings or playing power games I wasn’t yet invited to witness.I used the lull for something selfish: a moment of peace in the garden’s outer courtyard, where the roses had long died and thorns ruled. I sat on the stone bench beneath a crumbling arch, letting the sunlight kiss my arms, my thoughts slow. I wasn’t expecting anyone, least of all someone like him.The man walked in like he owned the world but wasn’t interested in showing off about it.He wore a black fitted jacket over a wine-red shirt, sleeves pushed to the elbows, tattoos curling over his forearms like vines made of smoke. Dark auburn hair, styled carelessly but somehow perfect. A confident slouch to his walk, like he had nothing to prove—but could still ruin your life in five words or less.He was trouble.An

MatteoThe fire always started the same way.The scent of lavender and ash.The sound of the nursery window creaking open—the one I’d told Enzo to stop leaving unlocked. Then the sudden roar. Heat. Screams. And the sight of his tiny frame crawling beneath the smoke.“Matteo!”His voice was always the sharpest part. Not because it was terrified—but because it believed. He believed I’d save him.I always arrived too late.In the dream, I crash through the burning door, my wolf thrashing beneath my skin, but the beams collapse before I can get to him. The flames hiss like vipers, and behind them, I see her—Aveline Carrington.Thirteen years old. Ash on her face. Her eyes wide with horror. She didn’t start it, she said. She didn’t know.But I didn’t believe her then.And even if I tried now, Enzo’s bones still lie buried beneath the weeping sycamore at the edge of the Bloodshade estate.Nothing ever changes in the dream—until tonight.Tonight, Enzo calls my name… but this time, Aveline st

MatteoThe room reeked of smoke, sweat, and steel—just the way I liked it. Beneath the estate, deep in the old vaults carved before the first war, the Black Fang council gathered. The stone walls had been retrofitted with high-end tech, but the bones of the room remained ancient, primal. A reminder of what we were before the money, the bikes, the blood-stained suits.I sat at the head of the obsidian table, leather cut draped over my chair like a crown I never asked for. My men flanked me—Ezra Vale to my right, calm and deadly as ever, knuckles tattooed with words that had drawn blood more times than I could count. Lucio Garza stood to the left, flipping through a digital report on his sleek black tablet, his slicked-back hair and thousand-dollar watch a sharp contrast to Ezra’s raw brutality.“The last two runs out of Edgepoint were compromised,” Lucio said, tapping a screen. “Cameras went black. The convoy was intercepted at the bridge, and we lost three crates of silver-grade weapo

Aveline The storm outside hadn’t even started, but I could feel it in the air. Tension. It clung to the walls of the Black Fang estate like sweat after a battle, thick and suffocating. Every servant gave me a wide berth, eyes darting to corners, whispers trailing behind me like shadows. I didn’t need their pity. I didn’t need anything. Except space. Except answers. But I wasn’t going to get any of those, not when Matteo was in one of his moods—icy silence mixed with venom-laced orders. After what Serafina had done—framing me and locking me away—he hadn’t apologized. He hadn’t explained. He just watched. Punished. And now, I stood outside his war room, pacing like a caged wolf. Mila had warned me to let it go, to wait, to let his temper cool. But I wasn’t built for silence. I threw the doors open and walked in. He stood by the long table, staring at the map of Cardenas like he could set it on fire with just his eyes. His hands were clenched at his sides, jaw flexing when he s

AvelineThe moon was high—cold and distant, a silent witness to my rebellion.My heart thundered against my ribs as I crept through the Black Fang estate like a ghost, sticking to shadows, avoiding every creaking board and flickering light. Every footstep felt deafening. Every breath was a countdown.Matteo’s scent lingered in the halls, stubborn as smoke. It clung to the walls, the air, and even me. My wolf whimpered quietly in protest with every step away from him, but I shoved her down. I had to.This was the only way to survive.The symbol I left behind wasn’t much—just a single obsidian feather, placed on the windowsill of his war room. It was from the pendant I used to wear before all of this. He’d find it. And when he did, he’d know I was gone—not kidnapped. Not dead.Gone by choice.The eastern gate loomed ahead, a sliver of freedom wrapped in steel. The amulet Knox had given me burned against my chest, humming with faint magic. As promised, there was no scent trail left behin