All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Aliyah’s POV My knees went weak. The air felt thinner. “So you’re saying the moment I shifted, I brought him back to life?”He nodded, his face solemn. “Yes. The twin bond doesn’t break, Aliyah. One cannot die if the other still lives. You are tied together until the moon decides otherwise.”I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. My body trembled with a strange mix of horror and disbelief. “That’s why he’s asking for me?”“Because his wolf is dying,” Papa said. “And the only way he can survive is if you strengthen the bond. If you reject it, he’ll fade. But if you accept it…”“What?” I snapped. “If I accept it, what happens to me?”He hesitated too long.“Papa,” I pressed, voice trembling, “what happens to me?”He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. “Then you’ll share his pain. His curse. His darkness. Whatever consumes him will touch you too. That’s why I never wanted you to find out.”The room spun around me. I felt sick. My body shook as I pressed a hand to my belly, to the sm

Aliyah’s POV I sped off again, the wind whipping against my face, the roar of the bike drowning out everything else. Every lap I took made my resolve stronger. The faster I went, the freer I felt. The baby was safe. The doctors said so. That was all that mattered.But when I stopped for a break, I felt the ache deep in my lower belly. I winced slightly, placing a hand over the small bump beneath my shirt. “Hang in there, little one,” I whispered softly. “Just one more day, and we’re gone.”That night, I sat alone on the porch, the bike gleaming under the moonlight. The air was cool, and the silence wrapped around me like a cloak. From inside, I could hear faint movements—Asher probably pacing, still worried, still unaware of what I was planning.I took a deep breath. “Tomorrow,” I murmured, staring at the moon. “Tomorrow, everything changes.”The next morning, I woke up before dawn, my mind clear and my heart steady. I wore my black racing suit, zipped up to my neck, and tied my hair

Aliyah’s POV "You sure you don't want to go back to them?" I didn't say anything and she nodded. She didn’t argue. She knew better.When I stepped onto the plane, the hum of the engines filled the air, steady and reassuring. I found my seat by the window, buckled in, and let my head rest against the glass. Outside, the night stretched endlessly. A dark, vast promise of a new beginning.I pressed a hand against my belly, feeling a small kick beneath my palm. My lips trembled into a soft smile.“You’ll be safe now,” I whispered. “I promise.”The engines roared to life. The plane began to move. And as it lifted off the ground, I closed my eyes and let the past fall away beneath me.I won't let anyone drag me back to the past. Not now...not ever.Tracy held my hand in hers and gave me a knowing look."Everything is set. You will live with me until you finally get back on your feet." She muttered and I nodded.The flight was quiet. The steady rhythm of the engines lulled me into a stra

Asher's POVIt's been like a month now since Aliyah has gone missing. Papa won't stop coming to my office every single day to ask about his daughter."I have told you so many times, Papa. I don't know anything about the disappearance of Aliyah. I don't know her whereabouts." I insisted but this old man was not ready to listen to me."You know maybe Cohen was right that anyone who gets closer to you dies before their time. Where the hell did you fucking keep my daughter, Asher?" He yelled, slamming his palm on my desk.I stared at him, my jaw tightening as his words cut through the room like knives. The veins on his neck bulged, his fists trembled on my desk, and his eyes, those weary, broken eyes were filled with rage and something worse: fear.“I have told you a thousand times, Papa,” I said quietly, steadying my breath. “I don’t know where she is. If I did, I would have brought her back myself.”He slammed his hand again, the sound sharp and final. “Don’t lie to me, Asher! You expec

Aliyah’s POV Some mornings, she’d wake up earlier than me and prepare breakfast before heading out to the small grocery store nearby. When I tried to join her, she’d scold me like a child. “Sit down, Lia. You look like you’re about to drop that baby right here in the kitchen.”We’d laugh about it, but deep down, I could see the worry in her eyes. She’d grown protective of me, more than I ever expected.As my belly grew rounder, even the smallest things became harder. Bending, walking too long, even sleeping through the night. My back ached, and the kicks were stronger now, like my baby was impatient to see the world.One afternoon, I sat on the couch folding tiny onesies while Tracy was in the kitchen humming softly to herself. She stopped suddenly, leaning against the counter and pressing a hand to her belly. I rushed toward her.“Tracy, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice trembling.She smiled faintly, taking a deep breath. “Nothing. Just a little cramp. The doctor said it’s normal a