All Chapters of Stepbrothers Are Alpha Bikers And My Mates: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Athena's POV I keep thinking of my name on his lips earlier before he had fallen back to the bed. The blood was already working and would take at most an hour for him to regain his strength.The steady beeping of the monitor breaks the silence. I stand near the bed, watching the numbers move on the small screen. Damien’s chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm which meant that my blood worked and he would be fine soon.“He’s stable now,” I say quietly, my voice shaking a little as I look at Doctor Tim.He nods, half-relieved, half-unsure. “You’re sure he’s okay?”I nod again, even though I’m not sure. “For now.”Damien stirs. His lashes flutter. His hand twitches and then he takes a deep, steady breath as his eyes open. The grey color hits me again— cold, and beautiful. It steals the air right out of my chest.“Where’s Jaxon?” he asks immediately, his voice hoarse but strong enough to fill the room.Everyone freezes. Valessa and the doctor glance at each other, silent, and I already k

Please dear readers remember we left off at Jaxon's confrontation with Dante after he saved Aurora, so don't get confused as U read, love you!Jaxon's POV I can feel my pulse hammering in my skull as the fight drags on.Three hours—three long, exhausting, bone-cracking hours—and Dante is still standing. Barely, but he’s standing. The bastard is bleeding from his lip, his eyes burning red with his wolf’s fury, yet he still smirks at me as if I’m a fool for trying to bring him down. My knuckles are numb. My lungs burn from every intake of breath but I’m not backing down. Not after what he did.He took her. He touched her. Aurora.That name alone fuels me more than any rage could. I swing again, a sharp right hook that catches Dante across the jaw, and he stumbles. The moment he slips on the ground, I lunge instantly. My entire body drives forward, and I slam him down with everything I have left. His back hits the floor hard, a growl ripping from his chest as I straddle him and press my

Valessa's POV We had arrived at the Wendigos’ compound faster than I expect.No one says a word in the car. The tension is unbearable that it was thick enough to choke on. Damien’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw locked. Athena sits beside me, her hands trembling slightly, though she’s trying to hide it. I can hear her heartbeat pounding but I know mine is worse.The huge iron gates of the Wendigos’ estate come into view—towering, expensive, and surrounded by an eerie silence that always feels wrong. It’s modern, luxurious, and guarded by tall columns of black marble, but now it feels like we’re pulling up to hell.“Damien, please,” I say, my voice quiet but firm. “Don’t do anything reckless in there. We’ll find another way.”He doesn’t look at me. His eyes are on the gate. Cold and focused.“There’s no other way, Valessa,” he says. “They have my brother and Aurora.”Before I can argue, he’s already out of the car, slamming the door hard enough to make the windows

Athena's POV I follow Marcus deeper into the inner chambers. My heart races, but I force myself to stay calm. Seeing Aurora had been part of the reason I agreed to come in with these Wendigos not to talk of seeing the famous cruel Sebastian Wendigo, Alpha of the Wendigos.“You’re brave,” Marcus says, walking ahead of me. I don’t answer. Fifty armed guards line the halls, watching silently. I count them in my head, note their positions. Damien isn’t here. Thank God.Marcus stops in front of a heavy steel door and turns to me. “Even if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t because of that monster with that's waiting outside.” He smirks and knocks. “Father, someone’s here to see you,” he announces. Then he gestures for me to enter.I step forward and push the door open.Aurora lies on the table, pale and weak. I can smell drugs in the room, definitely it's what make her limp, her chest rising shallowly. Her dress is torn, and she barely reacts when I touch her arm. Relief hits me—she’s alive

2 DAYS LATERValessa's POV It’s been two days. Two long days since that night.No one has seen or heard from Damien. Not a single sign, not a scent, not even a whisper.I went back to the Wendigo compound with Athena this morning. The place looked like hell after a war. Bodies everywhere. Blood on the walls, ceilings, floors, even burn marks. Claw marks that scraped the walls.If I didn’t know better, I’d think a bomb went off there. But no—this was all him. Damien.My chest tightens at the thought. He wouldn’t have done this if he had not fully shifted. Not like this. I try to convince myself, but the truth keeps eating at the edge of my mind: if he half-shifted that night and lost control, maybe he didn’t come back from it.Maybe we’ve already lost him.I stand near the window of my living room, staring out at the skyline as the city moves quietly beneath the gray morning light. I can still smell Wendigo blood on my jacket even after washing it. The image of their lifeless bodies i