All Chapters of THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Love the way you lie by Rihanna and Eminem.IVARA'S POV: The pull is instant, a wildfire roaring through my chest, and I stagger back instinctively. My pulse is thundering, ears ringing with the echo of engines and snarls. He’s looking at me... Ronan Draven, the man whose bloodline my father destroyed. The wolf inside me stirs violently, claws scratching under my skin, screaming in confusion.I can’t do this. I refuse to. What even scares me more is the fact that he hasn't said a word yet. He blinks, almost as if he didn't, but I see it... the flicker of something in his eyes. Not just control, not just fury at his enemies, but something… different. Something that should terrify me. My wolf whines beneath my skin, unsettled, instinctively leaning toward him even as I shove the feeling down with every ounce of pride and hate I have. I take a shaky step backward, leather boots scraping against gravel, and glare across the chaos. “Your brother… Damien… my

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Gasoline by HalseyIVARA'S POV: The night smells of gunpowder and burned rubber, a metallic tang lingering in my nostrils as I skid the bike to a stop. My wolf growls beneath my skin, senses alert. I should’ve known something was off because everywhere is too quiet and too calculated but nothing could have prepared me for the screams.Hunters. They hit fast, like predators with no conscience. UV rounds sizzle against fur, scorching the wolves as if the bullets carry fire itself. I hear the yelp of agony, the roar of enraged alpha wolves, the sickening thud of bodies hitting asphalt. Engines spin in desperate escape, metal against metal, leather against earth. Chaos reigns, and in the middle of it all, I feel the pull again, the bond between Ronan and me flaring so hot it nearly blinds me. He’s everywhere, all at once: moving through the fray, teeth bared, fists a blur, wolf claws tearing through the night. I want to curse, to retreat, but my pride pin

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “World So Cold” BY Three Days GraceIVARA'S POV: The night air is sharp enough to bite. I’m frozen against the tree trunk, staring into Ronan’s storm-colored eyes as his words echo like a verdict. "You’re mine whether you like it or not. Even though I despise you." My wolf flinches, traitor that she is, her ears flicking forward like a lovesick pup who just heard the ice-cream truck. Great. Fantastic. My soul is tethered to a guy who would happily wring my neck if the bond didn’t make his insides twist. I suck in a breath, steadying my voice before it wavers. “Well, that’s romantic. Shakespeare could never.” Ronan’s growl deepens, vibrating through the air like a living thing. His hand presses against the bark beside my head, caging me in. The scent of smoke and pine clings to him, intoxicating if I let myself breathe too deep. Which, of course, I do because apparently, I hate myself. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s trying to sprin

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Take me away by Daniel Caesar and Syd.IVARA'S POV: The night is the only time I can breathe.When the camp is asleep, when Kael’s lieutenants aren’t hovering, when the weight of a hundred eyes isn’t glued to me with suspicion or pity. Out here, under the stretch of moonlight, the shadows feel like a shield instead of a cage. I tug my jacket tighter around me as I slip past the fire pit, the embers glowing like angry eyes in the dark. Every step I take away from the cabins feels like rebellion, like proof that I’m not completely trapped. That I’m not just Kael’s weapon or Ronan’s curse. The garage is quiet when I push the door open. My pulse quickens. The rows of bikes gleam under the fluorescent light like wolves lined up for war with polished chrome, leather seats, the smell of oil and gasoline that settles deep in my lungs. My hands itch at the sight of them. I tell myself I’m just looking. Just here to touch something that isn’t duty or bond or bloo

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “Snuff” by SlipknotIVARA'S POV:Neutral ground is what they call it but when I step into the stadium, all I feel is death clinging to the air like smoke. Neutral ground, my foot. The air here could choke the dead. The place is a graveyard of rotting bleachers and rusted steel. Concrete cracked under years of neglect. Graffiti crawls across the walls with wolves, skulls, and words so faded they’re ghosts. The echo of our boots bounces back at us, too loud, too sharp, like even the shadows are holding their breath. This isn’t neutral ground. This is a trap waiting to snap.See what I did there?The Dravens enter from the far side, leather and steel gleaming under the skeletal floodlights someone bothered to rig up. Their engines roar one last time before they cut them, the growl reverberating off the walls. Ronan leads them, shoulders broad, jaw clenched, eyes already locked on Kael.My father. The air between them crackles, a wire stretched too tight, one s