Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Biker Alpha I Hate Wants Me : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Mortrica POVI stood dazed in the middle of his huge living room, my breath coming out uneven, wondering why Jettison had suddenly run out. My whole body was shaking in fury at how he brushed me off like I was nothing. The rejection burned through my chest until something clicked in my head—only one person could make him react that way.My eyes went wide as the thought hit me.Wait… he didn’t find out already, did he?I was sent here to distract him, to keep him busy just in case he found out. Don’t tell me he actually found out and slipped right under my nose.No, that couldn’t be. But how? My stomach tightened as panic shot through me. My fingers trembled while I pulled out my phone and dialed a particular number, but the call wouldn’t go through. My heart hammered so fast as each ring ended in silence.“Damn it,” I muttered, my hands shaking harder now. I could feel the sweat building on my neck, sticking to my skin as fear crawled through my veins.Almost immediately, I grabbed my

Emilia POV"Golden what?"My eyes dimmed instantly at his words, my body going still in surprise. The corner of his lips curled, and he pulled away from me slowly, his gaze studying me like I was some kind of puzzle."Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t figured that out about yourself yet. You do know you’re no normal wolf, right? You’ve got some cool ability," he said, his tone mocking and confident.I just stared at him like he had lost his mind. First golden eyes, now ability? What the hell was he talking about? Was he high on something… Maybe moonspill?"Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any powers or abilities. I’m just myself. Let me go," I snapped, my voice shaking with fear even though I tried to sound strong.He smirked again. "You can keep saying that, doll, but until these machines here confirm that—" He gestured toward the monitors lined up on the silver tables. The blinking lights reflected off his sharp jaw. "You’re not leaving here alive. And

Jettison POVI didn’t want to believe it. What my mind had been whispering to me since Theron raised that alarm about Emilia, I kept pushing it away, hoping I was wrong. But the closer I got to her house, the more I could feel it—the stillness and the emptiness—and deep down I knew my instincts hadn’t lied to me. Whether I wanted to or not, I had to accept it.The moment I reached the house, the first thing I saw made my stomach twist. The guards I had assigned to protect her were lying lifeless on the ground, their bodies twisted in strange angles, and their blood smelled thick and metallic in the cold air, the kind that clung to your throat.“Emilia!” I screamed, my voice breaking as I jumped off the bike before it even came to a stop. My boots slammed against the ground as I sprinted toward the house.The front door was open—another bad sign. My heartbeat roared in my ears as I stepped inside, every inch of me shaking. I didn’t want to believe it, but when I reached her room and s

Mortrica POVThe hallway of whatever building Griffin had brought us to smelled of rot and rusted metal, the faint hum of the old generators vibrating somewhere in the building through the cracked wall.The place, though, as I now observed closely, somehow looked like what used to be a well-functioning lab, but now it looked like the ghost of itself.With peeling paint, lights flickering weakly, and the air thick with dust, like a place that hadn't been inhabited for years, it wasn't hard to tell, and hell, every step I took further inside echoed as if something alive was following me.“Damn it…” I muttered, dragging my fingers through my tangled hair as I pressed my phone to my ear. “I told you not to call me.”My heels clicked sharply against the floor as I slipped toward the back of the building, where the noise from the lab couldn’t reach me, just as Griffin started with whatever experiment he was carrying on with the bitch Emilia.My pulse was uneven, and my free hand kept tapping

Jettison POVWhen I reached Bloodmoon, it was already a battlefield. My men, with Kingston’s lead, had taken down most of their warriors. The air was thick with blood and smoke from burnt houses and soil. Screams echoed from different corners in the pack as women and children ran helter-skelter while the men fought to protect them.Their mistake.My men weren’t just street bikers; they were trained killers, warriors hardened by street wars and blood debts.An arrow suddenly whizzed past my face at that instant, narrowly missing my face by an inch as I swiftly dodged, and as it whizzed past, I caught the familiar smell of wolfsbane on it.My eyes snapped immediately toward the direction it came from—a half-shifted male wolf with shaky hands and ragged breathing.Theron immediately let out a low and guttural growl, and in one brutal move, he lunged forward and tore the man apart, and his bright red blood spilled into the air as his body fell limp to the floor.We stepped aside from it a