Semua Bab Claimed By The Biker Alpha: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Jolie pov "Later." He kisses my forehead. "Right now, we're just Jolie and Ryder, not Luna and Alpha.""Just us." I repeat, letting the words settle. "I like that.""Good." He hands me more coffee. "Because you need to remember you're a person first, Luna second. If you lose yourself in the role, you'll burn out. I've seen it happen to alphas who let pack responsibilities consume their identity.""Is that what happened to you?" I ask gently. "After Aria died?"He's quiet for a moment. "Yeah. I became Alpha Kane and stopped being Ryder. Everything was about pack, about control, about never being vulnerable again. Then you showed up and reminded me that I'm allowed to be human. Allowed to care and allowed to be scared sometimes.""You were scared?" I look up at him. "When?""When I realized you were my mate." He admits. "Terrified, actually. Because caring about you meant risking that kind of loss again. Meant opening myself up to pain I'd spent years avoiding.""But you did it anyway.

Jolie pov "And you're not being controlled." Tessa replies. "You're trying to keep people safe.""Both are valid." I pull my empathy back, already feeling the drain. "The key is finding balance. Paul, can you trust that wolves will maintain readiness without formal rules? Tessa, can you understand why the structure feels safe to some wolves?" They both nod slowly.We continue like this for an hour. Each wolf sharing their confusion, me helping them feel each other's perspectives, building bridges through enforced empathy.By the end, they're not best friends. But they understand each other better."Same time tomorrow?" I ask as they leave.They agree, some of them even talking to each other on the way out."That was incredible." Luna reviews her notes. "I watched hostility transform into understanding in real time.""That was exhausting." I slump in my chair. "One session and my power is half depleted.""Can you handle another one today?" She asks carefully."Give me two hours to recov

Jolie pov He doesn’t stop. If anything he goes harder—sucking stronger, fingers curling tighter, thumb now rubbing fast little circles over my clit from the outside while his tongue lashes the underside. The orgasm hits like a punch.My back bows off the bed. My thighs clamp around his head. I come hard—walls pulsing and squeezing his fingers, fresh wetness flooding his mouth. He keeps licking through it, slower now, lapping up everything like he doesn’t want to miss a drop. His fingers stay inside, gentle pumps that draw the aftershocks out until I’m trembling and whimpering.When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin are shiny. He licks them slow, eyes locked on mine, looking proud and hungry at the same time. “Beautiful,” he says simply. “My beautiful mate.”He climbs back up my body slowly, kissing a wet trail from my stomach to my chest, then my neck. His cock brushes my thigh—hot, thick, still slick from my mouth earlier and leaking at the tip. I feel how hard he is, how hea

Jolie POVWeeks after the integration sessions, I've finally recovered enough to begin deeper healing work. Doc cleared me yesterday after extensive testing. My moonfire is back to full strength, my empathy gift functioning normally. I'm ready to tackle the more intensive work of rebuilding what the Academy destroyed starting with Celeste.She sits across from me in the private healing room Doc set up, looking nervous. Over the past few weeks, she's made incredible progress—experiencing emotions, forming connections, learning to be human again. But we both know there's deeper damage that needs addressing."How does this work?" She asks. "The actual healing, I mean. Not just showing me emotions but rebuilding my ability to feel them naturally.""Honestly?" I lean back. "I'm not entirely sure. I've never done this before. Doc's research suggests I can use moonfire to help rebuild neural pathways that were damaged by conditioning, but the technique is experimental.""So I'm your guinea p

Ryder pov The news hits days after our talk about the future. I'm in the command center reviewing supply inventories when Luna bursts through the door, a thick envelope in her hand. Her face is tight with anger."They're cutting us off." She tosses the envelope onto the table.I pick it up, scanning the formal letterhead. Council seal at the top, followed by dense legal language that boils down to one thing: economic sanctions. Traditional packs are forbidden from trading with Iron Fangs territory. Any pack that maintains contact with us faces their own penalties."When did this arrive?" I ask."This morning." Luna drops into a chair. "But the sanctions went into effect yesterday. Our suppliers in Montana? Cancelled our standing orders. The medical supply company in Oregon? Refused to ship. Even the damn butcher in town won't sell to us anymore."I flip through the pages, my jaw tightening with each line. They're strangling us without firing a shot, cutting off every supply line we'v