All Chapters of Stepbrothers Are Alpha Bikers And My Mates: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Athena's POV “So what do you fear?” I whisper, because I need to hear it. Because I’ve tasted fear all my life and it sweetens my mouth. "The fact you murdered your two friends or the fact you're playing Blackfang with your brother whom he doesn't know his identity."As soon as the words leaves my mouth, Celeste rushes towards the door, her hand hovering over the doorbell.“Press that,” I say, my tone cold and sharp, “and I swear I’ll find a way out of here and tell Blackfang everything. I’ll tell him Dante isn’t even his ally. He’s your brother. I’ll tell him you’re planning to stab him in the back and steal this pack with Dante.”Her fingers twitch. She lowers her hand slowly.I smirk. “Go ahead, ring it. Or should I help you? Don’t you want the guards to come? No? Thought so.”Her lips tighten. “What exactly are you doing here, Athena?”Finally, some words. I take a step forward, close enough to touch her but then she pulled back deliberately as if my touch would burn her“What’s

Rory's POV "I need you inside me please" I beg but just then, the door bursts open in a crash, a shock of cold air slices across the room. My heart hammers violently in my chest, and I jerk back instinctively, the remnants of my torn dress sticking to me like shame.Jaxon stands in the doorway. His eyes are bloodshot, blazing with fury that makes the air around him tremble. Every muscle in his body radiates tension, ready to strike. He doesn’t speak at first—he doesn’t need to. His mere presence fills the space with danger and protection all at once.“How dare you, Dante?” His voice rips through the air, a raw, guttural sound of pure rage.Before I can even think, he’s moving. Faster than I can register, Jaxon lunges forward and grabs Dante by the collar and hurls him across the wall. The crash against the wall makes me flinch violently; I press my back against the far side of the room, my hands gripping whatever scraps of fabric I can find. My pulse races, blood hammering in my ears

Athena's POV Celeste jerks forward, ready to open the door, but she’s too slow. The guard is already about to step inside. My breath catches but then she slams it shut in his face.“Oui, I’m fine!” she shouts. Her voice is annoyed.The guard hesitates for a second, then his footsteps fade away down the corridor.I stand frozen, my fists clenched tight at my sides. My chest heaves like I’ve run a mile but before I can even catch my breath, it hits me.That image. That vision. Again.I grip my head with both hands as the pain slices through me. I shut my eyes tight, but it doesn’t stop. It never does. Damien. Always Damien.He’s lying there on a hospital bed, pale, lifeless, like his soul is already slipping away. The sight makes my stomach churn and my throat tighten.“Fuck!” I curse, the word tearing out of me.Celeste jumps back, startled, but I don’t even look at her. My whole body is shaking from the force of what I just saw. It’s too clear, too real.I turn to her slowly, my brea

Athena's POV “Athena.” That’s the last word he says before his head falls back, his body sinking into the bed. His chest still moves, faint but steady and then he slips away into unconsciousness again.The room is so silent that for a moment I hear my own breath catch.Then Valessa’s voice cuts through, sharp and hot. “What happened to him? What have you done to him?”She turns to face me fully now, her eyes fierce, her hands curled like claws. She looks ready to rip me apart if I don’t speak fast.I lower my head, keeping my voice calm even though my wrist is still bleeding. “It’s the effect of my blood. He’ll black out for a while, but he will regain consciousness again. It’s temporary, but it’ll last for some time.”Her glare sharpens. “Temporary? What does that even mean?”The doctor steps closer to me, his tone measured but tense. “By ‘a while,’ how long do you mean?”I meet his eyes this time, steady. “It depends on what he does with his body. If he engages in any brutal violen

Blackfang’s POVNo. This is impossible. He was dead. I made sure of that.I grip the wheel so tight my knuckles turn white. My chest tightens. My breath feels stuck. I slam the brake and the car screeches to a stop on the road.There he is. Standing right in front of me. Blocking my car like he owns the world as usual.Harold Vale.I can’t breathe for a second. My vision shakes. My thoughts scatter. I killed him. I killed him myself. I buried his body.Slowly, I open the car door and step out. My boots crunch against the ground. My fists clench as I take slow, careful steps forward, my eyes locked on him, desperate to see if it’s real.Harold is smirking. His eyes fixed on me like he has already won.The same Harold Vale. The same face. That same arrogance.“Remember, Blackfang,” he says, his voice carrying across the air, “I once told you—you were good with action but you lacked common sense.”His words sting more than I want them to.My throat burns as I force out the question. “How