All Chapters of Bikers and Bakeries: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Gage’s POV “Don’t worry… I’m not gonna let them harm you.” I had picked up an empty beer bottle from the far corner, my only means of a weapon. I could hear something muffled going on in the hall, enough to warn me that something was going down. The door swung open then with a click, Chester framed in the doorway with his nostrils flaring. He looked at me, then to the girl cowering behind my legs; a murderous rage overtaking his eyes. “Gage, you sick bastard! Get away from my mate!” He came charging at me, full force and fist flying. I played dirty and smashed the bottle against his head, not even stunning him. It was all I could do to dodge him as I got word out. “It’s!” A fist brushed my shoulder, sending me off balance slightly as I dodged a kick just barely. “Not what!” He shoved me into the wall, knocking some of my breath away. “It looks like!” I finally got out as I just ducked by a hairs breath as his fist went crashing into the wall where my face had been. “So

Chester’s POV Watching Gage drive off with Micah and the newly saved females was the hardest shit I had ever done, but I did not blame Gage in the least. I prided myself on being calm and level headed, but I had lost it in there; trying to save my mate from a threat that wasn’t even there. I went to the front of the bar after a minute and saw that all of the bikes for the gang members were there. Micah, make sure to call the doctor and have him check over our guest privately. We still don’t know who the mole is. Yes, alpha… what about the guy? I winced a little at that, still feeling sorry about the whole thing. Set him up in the pack house as a guest, and let the cook know what I am bringing a little over thirty acquaintances back with me. I sighed and went into the bar. “Hey!” A couple of the guys called out, recognizing me off the bat. “Chester! Good to see ya in one piece!” Sam called from the bar. “Sam, how’s everyone?” I went up to him, callin

Teddy’s POV “Uh, Melody; are you okay?” I had to ask; she had just been throwing up not even five minutes ago. Heather shot me a bemused glance as Melody finished off her sorbet, liking the spoon clean. “I’m feeling better now, is there more?” She turned to Heather with the bowl, pausing when she saw our faces. She broke out in a blush and looked abashed. “Fuck… Did I just do what I think I did?” “It’s okay. It is good sorbet.” Heather went to the freezer and pulled out the carton, bringing it over to us along with another spoon. “We might as well finish this together.” It was kind of cute watching Melody and Heather dig into the frozen dessert together, savoring the coolness and the tart sweet flavors. “Ever since the doctor told me I was pregnant, I can’t get enough of cold things. My temp keeps on spiking from the baby and my sweet tooth has just kept on getting worse.” “It’s the calories. I remember when my mom was pregnant with my brother Gregory; she almost ate u

Teddy’s POV Melody was gone for a hot minute, making me itchy and nervous in the chair I had sat down in. I kept on glancing at the clock on the wall every couple of seconds. The waiting itself was its own form of torture, the minutes seeming like hours. Goddess, if she is pregnant… I really thought on it then, the implications of everything. Fucking Goddess, I’m going to be a dad. The thought bounced around in my head, hitting the walls and making a racket in there. I hoped Melody was aright with it, fuck; we had just basically had this discussion the not too long ago. But here it was, happening now instead of years from now. I started racking my brain, trying to come up with a solution to everything we were in right now to make this a safer place for Melody and our child. Planning on a way to get rid of the bastard who harmed my mate once and for all, who threatened the very existence of my pup. I would have to work extra hard to make that happen, hopefully sooner

Axel’s POV “Alright! Get those asses into gear! Those thirty miles aren’t gonna run themselves, bitches!” I cackled as I threw another shoe at the teens, getting them on their way. I had made early morning sparring and jogging part of their new routine now; Teddy Two as I called him, liking the progress I was making. The old bastard wanted to get an enforcers program started here in his pack, something most packs could hardly even dream about. Enforcers were an elite set of wolves set up by the council and then sent to certain packs as law officers in the area. When I was stationed in Oregon eleven years ago, the pack Alpha I was assigned the area of basically thought of me as his own personal goon. The longer I was there though, the more corrupt I could see he was. There was no help for his pack, no community outreach, no unity among the lot. The final straw for me was when the slimy bastard had caught a twelve year old kid who had broken into his pack house to steal from