All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aliyah’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain.Not the sharp kind that comes and goes, but the deep, bone-crushing agony that makes you want to disappear completely. Cohen dragged me out of the basement by my hair, ignoring the way I screamed. His grip was iron, and every step he took tore another piece of my strength away.When he pushed the door open, I was blinded by the harsh light that poured from the chandeliers of the large compound. The air outside was cold and biting, but the humiliation burned hotter than fire inside me.“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Please stop…”But Cohen only laughed.He pulled me by the arm until we were standing in the middle of the courtyard. It was massive and empty, surrounded by the tall fences that kept the world out and me trapped inside. His men stood in the shadows, silent and still, watching.“Do you know what you are, Aliyah?” he shouted, his voice echoing across the compound. “You’re a liar. A worthless traitor. A filthy disgr

Aliyah's POV The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the comforting kind that reminded me of safety, but the heavy, feverish heat that clung to my skin and made it hard to breathe. My head, ached as if it had been split in two, and every muscle in my body screamed in protest.Something beeped beside me. The steady rhythm echoed in my ears like a drum. Slowly, painfully, I forced my eyes open. The world swam in and out of focus, bright white lights stabbing through my blurred vision. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The last thing I remembered was Cohen’s voice, the moonlight, and the sound of my own bones shifting.Then it all came back like a flood.My throat tightened as I tried to move. My ribs burned, and a low groan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I felt a hand close around mine, strong and trembling.“Aliyah.”That voice. I knew that voice.I turned my head slightly, my dry lips parting. My vision cleared just enough to see him sitting beside me. Asher. His face

Aliyah's POV I nodded again, the knot in my chest easing slightly. “I will.” My eyes flicked to the window, imagining Asher still outside, waiting. I longed to see him, to feel that warmth and reassurance again, but I had to be careful. I couldn’t risk letting anyone know about the baby. Not even him.Papa’s hand lingered briefly on the bed, a silent promise of protection, before he stepped back. “Try to sleep,” he said. “Let your body recover. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”I nodded once more, closing my eyes, feeling a strange mix of relief and lingering tension. My mind drifted to the baby, to the tournament, to Asher, and to everything I had vowed to protect. For the first time, I realized just how much I had to balance. My secret, my power, and now… a life I had to keep safe above all else.As Papa left, I pressed my hand to my stomach gently, whispering softly, “We’ll be okay. I promise. Mommy’s going to keep you safe.”A quiet determination settled over me, st

Aliyah’s POV Two days later, the air smelled like smoke and gasoline. The field behind the house had been turned into a rough track, the kind the boys used for practice runs. The sound of engine revving filled the space, wild and raw.Papa had gone to a meeting with the council, so it was just Asher, me, and a few of the racers. I stood beside my bike, checking the gears and tightening the strap on my gloves. My body still ached a little, but my mind was sharper than ever. The tournament was only seven days away. I needed to win.Asher came up beside me, wiping his hands on a rag. His shirt clung to him with sweat, his hair messy from the helmet. He looked at me with that same frown that had become too familiar lately.“You shouldn’t be out here yet,” he said. “You were literally in the hospital two days ago.”“I’m fine,” I replied, swinging my leg over the bike. “If I don’t train, I’ll fall behind. You know how this works.”His jaw tightened. “You’re stubborn, Aliyah.”I smiled fain

Aliyah’s POV Asher and I followed Papa closely, not saying a word. The night seemed colder now, heavier, like the darkness itself was holding its breath. I could hear the crunch of gravel beneath our shoes, the uneven rhythm of Papa’s steps, and the faint hiss of his breathing. He was in pain, but he kept walking as if nothing had happened.When we reached home, he went straight to his room and shut the door before either of us could speak. I turned to Asher, my heart pounding.“What do we do?” I whispered.He shook his head. “We wait. Forcing him to talk right now will only make things worse.”I didn’t like that answer, but he was right. Papa was stubborn, and if something had happened that he didn’t want to share, nothing could make him speak until he was ready. Still, seeing him like that tore me apart.I stood by his door for a long time, listening. There was silence for a while, then a low groan, the creak of the bed, and finally nothing. My throat tightened.“Asher,” I said qui