All Chapters of The Lawless Biker Alpha and the Fearless Lawyer: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Calla’s POVThe safe house was a cabin—different from the one I had been staying in before Marcus’s people took me, but similar enough to make me feel uneasy. It was in a remote area, surrounded by trees that felt more confining than comforting, like bars of a cage.I sat on the porch steps, watching Kane’s group move about with purpose. They were tending to wounds, checking the area for any threats, and doing all the things that seemed to come naturally for a group of werewolf bikers. “Werewolf.” The word sounded ridiculous in my mind, almost like something from a cheesy movie or a young adult novel. But I had seen Kane change into a wolf. I had watched him fight in that form. I had seen Marcus do the same. And I had also moved a car with my mind.The memory of moving that car replayed in my head, like a broken record. The way the metal had creaked and shifted just because I needed it to move was unbelievable. Marcus called it telekinesis, as if it was just a casual detail rather th

Calla’s POVI didn’t have a specific place in mind when I left the cabin. I just walked into the forest, needing to get away from Kane and what he had revealed. The weight of his confessions felt heavy, and I couldn’t escape the realization that there were no simple answers to our complicated situation.The night air was chilly against my skin, but I hardly noticed. My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts about what Kane had said, processing shocking truths that I never expected but that somehow made a painful kind of sense. My mother had played a role in causing harm to his sister, leading to a young woman’s tragic death—an awful consequence of choices made in a complicated world. And yet, despite everything, Kane had developed feelings for Elena’s daughter, even though he had every reason to resent my family.It was like a magnetic connection. The mate bond was pulling us together, even when everything in our history suggested we should keep our distance.I kept walking until the tre

Calla’s POVLuna found me the next morning sitting on the back porch of the cabin, staring at my hands as if they might suddenly grow claws again. “Still freaked out about the supernatural stuff?” she asked, joining me with two mugs of coffee.“I moved a shipment car with my mind,” I replied flatly. “I think ‘worrying’ is pretty understandable.”“Fair enough.” Luna handed me one of the mugs. “But you can’t spend your life just staring at your hands, waiting for something weird to happen. At some point, you have to learn to control it.”Control. Right. Because apparently, that was something I could just pick up when my body decided to break the laws of nature at random.“How do I control something I don’t understand?” “Just like you learn anything else—practice, patience, and a good dose of embarrassment when you inevitably mess up.” Luna’s grin was sharp. “Which is why I’m going to teach you the basics before you accidentally send someone flying across the room.”The thought of acci

Calla’s POVThe thrill wasn’t entirely fading as we drove back to the safe house. If anything, it grew stronger, blending with relief and joy until my entire body was buzzing with energy that needed a release. “We did it,” I thought. We had managed to pull off a heist in a risky area and got away with valuable evidence that could make a huge difference. “That was amazing,” Luna said as we parked in front of the cabin, her voice filled with excitement. “We got in and out like ghosts with everything going just as planned.” “Calla’s planning made all the difference,” Jake added. “She knew exactly what we needed and how to get it quickly, which helped us avoid getting caught.” Hearing their praise felt great, validating that I was more than just someone who needed protection. But what really stood out to me was Kane’s silence, how he had been looking at me since we left the building with a focus that sent shivers down my spine. Once we got inside the cabin, Luna and Jake hurried off

Sofia’s POVThe GPS guided me to an industrial area on the edge of town, where everything looked rough—concrete, chain-link fences, and old buildings that definitely seemed to have seen better days. I had pieced together from Calla’s vague hints that I should find the Iron Fang clubhouse here.Instead, I came across yellow police tape and an empty parking lot.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled as I pulled up to the barricade blocking the entrance.The building beyond looked deserted—dark windows, locked doors, giving off a vibe that screamed “crime scene.” Notices posted on the entrance warned that trespassers would be prosecuted.I sat in my car for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. The sensible choice would be to turn around, head home, and let the authorities handle the investigation.But when had being sensible ever helped me find my sister?Just then, a police sedan pulled up next to me. It was unmarked but had that official look to it. A woman in her forties ste