All Chapters of THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

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