Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: SAME TEAM BY LABRINTH AND STEFFLON DON IVARA'S POV: The night air smells like rain and rust. It’s heavy with something electric like a storm waiting to break. I stand by the edge of the camp, arms folded, watching the Dravens move like restless shadows between tents. They whisper more now. Watch more and trust me even less. Ever since the attack… and the talk of mutiny… something in the pack has shifted and in Ronan too. He’s colder lately. Quieter. Like every word costs him more than blood. I tell myself it’s just exhaustion, but the truth feels sharper. He’s hardening. Every hour, every betrayal chisels a new layer of armor around him. “Still awake?” Cassian’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. He approaches with a lantern in hand, eyes darting toward Ronan’s command tent at the center of camp. “He’s been in there all night.” I nod. “I know.” “Didn’t even let me in. Just said he ‘had business to handle.’” Cassian lowers his voice. “You think he’

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: LIKE A MOVIE BY LABRINTH IVARA'S POV: The sound tears through the air like lightning ripping apart a storm.Ronan’s howl. It rolls through the fortress walls, shaking the stones, making the guards freeze mid-step. The vibration slams into my chest feeling hot, wild and desperate, the kind of sound that belongs to a wolf who’s lost all reason.My pulse quickens. He’s coming. Gods, he’s really coming for me. Kael’s smirk curves slowly as he hears it too, the sound of his enemy, his daughter’s mate, summoning death on his doorstep. “Ah,” he murmurs, stepping closer, his voice almost tender. “The Alpha breaks the leash. How touching. Do you hear it, Ivara? He’s howling for you. You really are his weakness.” “I’m not his anything,” I bite out, though my voice trembles with the lie. Kael’s fingers slide through my hair, gripping a handful hard enough to sting. “Then prove it.” He yanks me closer, the silver chain around my wrists burning deeper int

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Follow me by Warren SaadaIVARA'S POV: There is the part where I stand over my father’s body, shaking so violently that I can barely hold myself upright and there is the part where Ronan is still transformed halfway, his fur rippling over his shoulders and teeth dripping with the blood of the men he destroyed. His eyes are not Ronan’s eyes at all. They glow with a feral shine that belongs to something old and violent. Something that is not supposed to look at me. The floor is covered in smoke. The compound still burns around us. My breath tastes like ash and iron. I take one step toward him, slow and careful, as if I am approaching a wounded predator. My heart slams against my ribs. My wolf crouches low inside me, trembling so hard that my bones feel like they buzz.He turns toward me. His snarl shakes the air. It vibrates right through my lungs. For a moment I freeze. My father’s words echo inside my skull. You are my ruin. I hate that they land so easil

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: LOOSE BY DANIEL CAESER IVARA'S POV: Ronan is staring at me like I am a stranger. His skin is pale. His hair is damp with sweat. His chest rises with uneven breaths. The glow in his eyes flickers between fury and confusion, as if his wolf is still trapped between the world of the living and the world he almost crossed into.I step toward him carefully.“You should not be standing. You nearly died.” He does not look at the council. He does not look at Cassian. His gaze stays locked on me.“What did you do, Ivara?”The words cut deeper than any blade.“I saved you,” I say. He takes a slow breath.“And how many died because of it.”The silence that follows is heavy. The surviving Dravens are scattered across the battlefield. Bodies are being taken away. Blood stains the dirt. The air still smells of fear and fire.I lift my chin.“Kael is dead. That is what matters.” Ronan turns his head slightly, as if he is trying to hold onto the world around him.“His d

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: WHO KNOWS BY DANIEL CAESER.IVARA'S POV: The fever settles over me like a second skin. It is thick, suffocating, and relentless. My body feels too heavy to move, yet too restless to stay still. Every breath burns as if I am inhaling fire. The silver poisoning has returned with a force, crawling through my veins like ice wrapped in flames, twisting my wolf and shredding whatever strength I have left. I drift in and out of consciousness, caught between darkness and the blurry outline of the room around me. Sometimes I can hear footsteps or muffled voices. Sometimes I can feel hands trying to cool me down. Most of it disappears into the fog.But one voice never fades. “Ivara. Look at me. Please, just open your eyes.” Ronan’s voice pulls me from the haze again. His tone is rough, tired, and strained in a way I have rarely heard from him. When I manage to open my eyes, everything swims. His face slowly comes into focus. His hair is messy and his jaw is shad