All Chapters of THE ALPHA BIKER'S QUEEN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 44

Ivara’s POV : The moon feels like it's too bright tonight. It hovers over the Draven compound, swollen and heavy, casting silver light across iron gates, watchtowers, and rows of wolves who pretend they are not staring at me when they think I am not looking. Every shadow feels sharper and every sound feels louder. Ronan has not left my side since dawn. Not once. He follows me through the compound with the kind of focus usually reserved for battlefield strategy or execution lines. His eyes track every movement I make. When I step down from a ledge, his hand lifts before I even stumble. When I pause too long, he asks if I am tired. When I breathe a little too sharply, he notices.I love him for it yet I resent him for it. “You are hovering,” I tell him without looking back, tugging my gloves tighter as I head toward the stables.“I am breathing,” he replies calmly.“That is not the same thing.” His footsteps slow, but they never stop. I can feel him behind me, solid

Ivara’s POV:The dream does not come to me gently. Instead, it crashes into me with heat and light, dragging me out of sleep and throwing me into a place that feels too real to be imagined. I am standing in a wide, empty field where the ground is blackened and cracked with ash drifting lazily through the air like falling snow. Beneath my feet, thin lines of silver glow faintly, pulsing as if the earth itself has a heartbeat.The air smells sharp and metallic, burning my lungs with every breath I take.When I lift my hands, my breath catches in my throat.Silver fire runs beneath my skin, glowing through my veins, slow and deliberate, as if something ancient is waking up inside me. It does not hurt at first. Instead, it feels powerful and intoxicating like something I was always meant to carry and only just remembered.“Ivara.”The sound of my name makes me turn. Ronan stands a few steps away, his chest stained dark with blood, his expression tight with fear he is trying desperatel