All Chapters of The Lawless Biker Alpha and the Fearless Lawyer: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sofia’s POVJust three days after my unexpected dive into the world of the supernatural, I was starting to grasp why Calla always seemed so tired. There was a mountain of information to learn about werewolf life—everything from pack rules and territories to the differences between rogues and lone wolves, as well as the complex relationships among various groups.It felt like trying to learn an entirely new language while dealing with a body that occasionally wanted to grow fur and fangs.“You’re overthinking it,” Luna said, sitting next to me on the training mat. “I can practically hear your brain working too hard.”We were in a large, converted warehouse that served as our training space. It had soft flooring, punching bags, and enough room for werewolves to practice fighting in both human and wolf forms. Luna had volunteered to help me learn some control techniques, which so far had mostly involved meditation and breathing exercises—something I was really struggling with.“I can’t h

Calla’s POVThe problem with being labeled a terrorist by federal authorities was that it made it nearly impossible to practice law or participate in any public activities without constantly fearing for my safety from agents who might unfairly target me. I had been contemplating this difficult situation for weeks when I finally figured out a potential solution during an intense meeting about our group’s resource distribution. Jake was in the middle of a heated argument with Rico about supplies, Luna was sharpening a knife with a focus that hinted she had strong, unspoken opinions, and Kane was doing his best to mediate even though it was clear he wanted to swiftly make a decision and move on. That’s when it hit me: I had been thinking about this all wrong. “I need to clear my name,” I said suddenly, interrupting Jake mid-sentence.The room fell silent, and everyone turned to look at me, puzzled. “We know,” Kane replied cautiously, as if concerned I had lost my mind. “That’s the pl

Calla’s POVPatricia had a plan that needed three weeks of careful preparation. This involved creating rumors, getting the public interested, and working with journalists who focused on legal corruption. Three weeks of living in the clubhouse, training with the pack, and trying not to lose my mind with anxiety about everything that could go wrong.Two weeks in, Evie called.I looked at my phone—a burner phone that Jake had given me, —and saw Evie’s name pop up. I felt a mix of relief and guilt. We had only spoken once since the courthouse incident, a short, panic-filled conversation where I assured her I was okay before going dark again. I knew she was worried sick about me. “Pick it up,” Sofia urged me from the couch, where she was working on press materials with her tablet. “She’s been calling me nonstop, asking if I’ve heard from you. Poor woman just needs to know you’re alright.” I answered on the third ring. “Evie?”“Oh my god.” I could hear her trying to hold back tears. “Call

Calla’s POVThe press conference was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon at Patricia’s firm—neutral territory that looked official but was still public enough that authorities couldn’t quietly make me disappear.That morning, I woke up with my stomach in knots and Kane’s arms wrapped around me like he thought I might vanish if he loosened his grip.“You’ll keep calm and not do anything that could make it worse,” I interrupted firmly. “Kane, I need you to trust me. I can handle this. Patricia knows what she’s doing, and we’ve prepared for every scenario.”“I trust you,” he replied quickly. “It’s everyone else I’m worried about.” That was a fair point.Patricia’s conference room was crowded with reporters, their cameras creating a barrier that seemed intimidating, but after dealing with ancient werewolf elders, they felt almost manageable. Standing next to me at the podium was Patricia, looking every bit the strong attorney she was. She had dressed me in a spare suit from her associate—pro

Calla’s POVI had a meeting set up with Richard Dane for the following Tuesday at his property management office. It was a public place—not too intimidating for him, but also not a place where he could act aggressively without being noticed. In the days leading up to the meeting, I worked hard to prepare our case. I gathered information showcasing David’s great history as a tenant and researched laws regarding evictions that may be hidden under the guise of safety issues. By the time Tuesday came around, I felt ready and confident. Luna insisted on joining me for “moral support,” which we both knew really meant she was there to make a strong impression. I had tried to argue that it might look unprofessional, but deep down, I knew her presence would send a strong message: my client wasn’t alone or vulnerable.Dane’s office was in a rundown building that looked like it had seen better days back in the ’80s. The waiting area smelled like old coffee and had furniture that looked like it