All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aliyah’s POVWe made it back to the main trail just as the sun began its descent, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. My legs felt like jelly, and not just from hiking. The transformation had drained me more than I’d expected, leaving a bone-deep exhaustion that made each step feel like wading through mud.Tracy walked beside me in silence, stealing glances my way every few minutes. I could feel the questions building inside her, pressing against her lips, but she held them back. For now.When we finally reached the parking lot, I’d never been so grateful to see my car. We threw our bags in the trunk and collapsed into our seats, neither of us speaking as I started the engine and pulled onto the road.It wasn’t until we were halfway back to town that Tracy finally broke the silence.“So,” she said carefully, “does it hurt? The transformation?”I considered the question, flexing my fingers on the steering wheel. They still tingled with residual energy. “Not exactly hurt. I

Tracy’s POVThe funeral home smelled like lilies and furniture polish, a combination that would probably haunt me for the rest of my life. I sat in the front row between my uncle Marcus and my cousin Jennifer, staring at two closed caskets covered in white roses. Someone had told me white roses symbolized reverence and purity. I didn’t care what they symbolized. They just looked cold.“Beautiful service,” someone murmured behind me. I’d heard that phrase approximately forty times in the last two hours. Beautiful service. As if there was anything beautiful about burying both your parents at once.The pastor was still talking, his voice a droning hum that I’d stopped processing ten minutes ago. Something about God’s plan and eternal peace. I wanted to stand up and scream that I didn’t want them to have eternal peace, I wanted them here, alive, annoying me with dad jokes and unsolicited advice about my car maintenance.Jennifer squeezed my hand. She’d been doing that throughout the entir

Tracy’s POV“Maybe a little. But mostly I’m just trying to keep you from spiraling into magical thinking that makes you feel worse.” He leaned forward. “Look, I don’t know if your friend is a werewolf or if you hallucinated the whole thing or if purple wolves are real and I’ve been living in ignorance my whole life. What I do know is that your parents died because some asshole got behind the wheel drunk, not because you made a wish on a mountain.”The bartender brought another round. I stared at the amber liquid, watching the light play through it.“She’s real,” I said quietly. “The wolf. Aliyah. It was real. There were these men who tried to kidnap us, and she saved me. She was fierce and powerful and terrifying, and she protected me.” I looked up at Cameron. “And then my parents died, and now I can’t shake the feeling that magic is dangerous. That getting what you want means losing something else.”“Life is dangerous,” Cameron said. “With or without magic. People die in car accident

Aliyah’s POVI stood at the balcony, my eyes scanning around the New York night view. After putting both Elara and Hope to sleep, I decided that I wanted to have some time alone to think about everything that has been happening to my life. How my fate has been so horrible to me. How my life had taken a drastic turn within these years. Fuck this. Fuck everything. Out of everything that has happened in my life, Papa being my foster father, and giving birth to Elara are the only things that I didn't regret. The rest are fucking terrifying and unexpected. But the fact that Papa and Asher are back into my life makes everything better and easier for me.My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pajamas pocket and tapped on the screen. It was a message from him. Asher.*Are you asleep? What about Elara?*I smiled and breathed into the fresh air. I tapped on the keypad and typed back to him.*Sleep? Not yet. But Elara is in the dreamland. I just put her to sleep some minutes ago.* I sent it an

Aliyah’s POV After breakfast, Papa left with the kids. I cleared the dishes once and for all. I don't want any problems for Papa at all. I know he must have been doing it all on his own. I don't want to bother him and that's the last thing that I want. Wiping my hands on the kitchen towel, I grabbed my phone and the first thing I did was to the mall. I wanted to get a laptop. At least, if I wanted to make my findings, I needed tools. My findings on which business I should venture into. I didn't take the bike with me. Instead, I stopped a taxi and asked the driver to take me to the mall in the middle of the town. Within thirty minutes, we arrived there. I paid my fare and stepped out of the car. I looked up at the building. I sighed and made my way inside. The cool air conditioner hit me and I felt relieved instantly. It was like all the tension I have been carrying on my shoulders went flying out of the window. A tall blonde woman approached me with a smile. "Good morning ma'am an