All Chapters of THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “Far From Heaven” by EvanescenceIVARA'S POV:Ronan is falling. One second he’s a wall of muscle and fury between me and a bullet, the next he’s collapsing, his body slamming into mine so hard it rattles my bones. The world lurches sideways. My knees hit the ground, hard, scraping against broken concrete. And then I feel it.. it's hot, sticky and searing. His blood.Silver. It gushes through my fingers as I grab him, press my hands to his side. It burns like acid against my skin, eating through my palms, but I don’t stop pressing down, don’t stop trying to keep it inside him. “No, no, no,” I rasp, shaking my head so hard my hair sticks to my sweaty face. “Stay with me, Ronan. Don’t you dare!.don’t you dare leave me like this.” His weight crushes my thighs, pins me to the floor. He’s too heavy, too solid, and for the first time since I’ve met him, he feels breakable.Around us, silence falls. The stadium, once alive with snarls and growls, weapons

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: IVARA'S POV: The gates of the Draven compound are slamming shut behind me, and I swear the sound echoes in my skull like a final verdict. The iron bars, steel locks and wolves stationed with rifles tipped in silver ; everything about this place screams cage. I’m standing stiff, my hands curled into fists at my sides as if my nails could claw through the smug air around me. The compound is sprawling rows of cabins with blackened windows, a training yard littered with weapons, the faint metallic tang of blood clinging to the dirt. And every single Draven eye is drilling into me. They don’t see a woman, they don’t see a wolf. Unfortunately, they probably see a spy. “Don’t wander,” one snarls as I pass. His lips curl around the word wander like it’s filth. I want to laugh. Wander? Try escape artist in training. But instead, I lift my chin and let a smirk twitch at the corner of my mouth. “Don’t worry,” I say sweetly, “your hospitality is unforgettable.”

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “Going Under” by EvanescenceIVARA’S POV: The silence after the rogues is thicker than smoke. My chest still aches, and my throat is raw from screaming, but what gnaws me most is the way Ronan looks at me... like he’d burn down the world for me even while hating me. I don’t know what to do with that.So I don’t. I sit on the edge of my bed back at the Draven compound, knees pulled to my chest, and try to breathe. My father hasn’t come storming in yet to demand an explanation, but I know he will. Kael Draven doesn’t tolerate cracks in his empire. And last night was a crack. A big, ugly one. I replay the attack in my head, every detail scratching like broken glass. Rogues don’t usually move in packs like that. They’re messy, unorganized. But the way they came for me... it was weirdly timed, precise and waiting in the right stretch of highway?It’s too neat. Too convenient. The thought hits me like ice water.Did my father let it happen? I want to shov

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “No Easy Way Out” by Robert TepperIVARA'S POV:The world is unraveling in both smoke and blood. Every morning, the news hits like another stone thrown into already rippling waters; the border raids, supply trucks hijacked, young wolves left bleeding out on asphalt highways. It doesn’t matter which banner they wore across their chests - Draven or Kael’s men, the corpses blur together in the dirt. And every night, Ronan’s voice grows darker. Orders clipped and jaws clenched. His whole pack moves like wolves with their hackles raised, restless, sensing that something much larger is looming. Hunters are striking again. Not rogues. Not Kael’s men. Hunters who are organized, trained and merciless. I watch one of their victims being carried into the Draven compound. His blood smells like metal and smoke, the tang of it stinging my nose. He’s young, barely older than me and his chest is carved open with bullets that glitter faintly silver. He won’t survive th

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “Radioactive” by Imagine DragonsIVARA'S POV: The air is thick with gasoline and iron, heavy enough that every breath tastes like a warning. The abandoned rail yard is tonight’s “neutral ground,” but neutrality died the moment the message was sent. Floodlights hum overhead, washing rusted freight containers and cracked asphalt in a sickly glow. Shadows stretch long and jagged, like claws waiting to rip through us. Dravens are on one side. Kael’s wolves on the other. Me standing between both, the fracture that started this war and the blood about to feed it. Engines growl low behind Ronan’s men, the Dravens’ black bikes lined like teeth. Wolves prowl behind Kael, hackles raised, claws scraping the ground. The silence between both sides is more dangerous than the noise. It feels like the night itself is holding its breath. Ronan stands to my right, broad shoulders squared, eyes burning with a storm he refuses to leash. Kael is opposite me, my father,