All Chapters of THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IVARA'S POV: The screams of wolves still echo in my head long after the battlefield goes quiet. The hunters’ new weapon - some vile concoction of silver and fire, left strong Draven warriors writhing like broken animals, their howls seared into my bones. I can only smell blood, smoke, and burning fur everywhere, and yet I can’t move. My legs are shaking, my throat tight with the memory of one pup I couldn’t reach in time. Ronan drags me through the compound gates with a hand clamped around my wrist. His grip is iron, unyielding, and the weight of his silence crushes me harder than his touch. The pack parts around us, their eyes blazing with too many things I can’t name; rage, grief, suspicion. None of it is warmth. None of it is welcome. “Inside.” His voice is gravel, ground down to the marrow of his anger. He hauls me into the main hall, the heavy doors slamming shut behind us. The air inside is thick, pungent with wolf musk and blood, and the low growl of discontent

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER MAN BY JASMINE SUVILLIAN.IVARA'S POV: The warehouse reeks of blood and gunpowder. The smoke from shattered flash grenades still curls through the rafters, clinging to the rusted steel beams like phantoms. The hunters’ boots thunder against the cracked concrete floor, their gunfire echoing off metal walls and in the middle of it, Ronan and I move as one. His wolf is a blur of muscle and savagery, tearing into the armored men who dared ambush us. My own claws burn as they rip through Kevlar. I don’t even think as I match his rhythm, every strike a mirror of his. He lunges, I flank. He slams a hunter down, I drive my blade into another’s throat. It’s madness, but it feels… seamless. As if some hidden thread has always bound us. A bullet grazes my shoulder, spinning me sideways. I hiss, blood spilling warm down my arm. Before I can react, Ronan is there, yanking me back against his chest. His snarl rattles the walls. “Touch h

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: TOUCH ON ME BY OCTOBER LONDON IVARA’S POV: The note still burns in my pocket as I crouch outside the warehouse.“Choose blood over bond.” My father’s words echo like a curse, but the sound inside is louder than the muffled whines of wolves. Not wild ones or rogues. Our own. I press my palm against the metal wall, my stomach churning. I’ve seen bikers cage wolves before, but never like this. Never organized. Never this… cruel. Slipping through a cracked side door, I move in silence, hugging the shadows. The smell hits me first; urine, blood, sweat, despair. It stings the back of my throat. Rows of cages line the warehouse, stacked two high. Wolves crouch inside, some with mangled fur, others with eyes glassy from drugs. Chains wrap their necks and muzzles clamp their mouths shut. I bite down hard, fury scorching my veins. This is Kael. This is my father’s empire. This is what blood has built. My hand grips the bars of the nearest cage. A young wo

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: UNFOOLISH BY ASHANTI (CHANGED MY PLAYLIST)IVARA'S POV: Kael’s words still hang over the Draven compound like the smoke from his last fire.“Hand her over, Draven or war begins.” By morning, the air is thick with tension with the wolves pacing, muttering and arguing under their breath. Patrols double at the gates with the guards stationed by every entrance. The compound, once loud with training and laughter, has become a cage.My cage. From the moment the sun rises, I can feel the fear rippling through the pack. They avoid looking at me directly now, but I catch their sideways glances of fear mixed with hate, mixed with something worse. Doubt.Because Kael Voss didn’t just threaten war. He promised it and all he asked for was me who is his daughter by the way...~~~ By midday, the council summons Ronan. They don’t have to say why. I can hear their voices echoing through the hall, sharp as claws. Cassian stands at the head of the war table, map spread

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: I'M TIRED BY LABRINTH AND ZENDAYA.IVARA'S POV:The smoke hasn’t faded. Even after days, it still clings to my skin; the scent of burnt metal and blood. I can’t wash it off. I’ve tried. Every time I close my eyes, I see the fire again. The wolves torn apart, homes reduced to cinders, their howls echoing through the night. I see Kael’s ledger in my hands, the proof that my father’s hands are soaked in the same blood I’m trying to save. And I see the faces of the ones who died because of him and because of me.~~The Draven camp feels different now. Colder. Whispers follow me wherever I go but they are soft enough to pretend I can’t hear, sharp enough to make sure I do.“She’s his daughter.”“She shouldn’t be here.”“Everywhere she goes, death follows.” They don’t say it to my face. Not yet. However, wolves don’t need words to make their feelings clear. The way they look at me like they are wary, half-disgusted and half-afraid, says enough. When I walk th