บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Biker's Healer: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

I smiled at her and said, “Have a nice day.”Then the engines roared to life, and the racing began.The sound swallowed everything, thought, doubt, memory. It thundered through my chest and rattled my bones as I swung onto the bike, fingers curling around the grips like they belonged there. The track stretched ahead of me in a wide, dangerous promise, its curves familiar and unforgiving.I did not look back.The flag dropped.I launched forward, acceleration slamming into me hard enough to steal my breath. The world blurred at the edges as speed took over, every sense sharpening into something clean and ruthless. Wind tore past my helmet, the engine’s growl vibrating up my arms and into my spine.First lap, steady. Controlled. I let the pack surge ahead just enough to read them, to feel the rhythm of the race settle into my muscles.Second lap, pressure.A rider cut in too close on the left, his back tire fishtailing as he pushed for position. I adjusted without thinking, body leaning

Kahlia laughed softly, but there was no humor in it. “Because if you were him, I’d know how this ends. I’d know how to brace myself. I’d know which parts of me to lock away.”She pressed a hand to her chest, fingers curling into the fabric of her sweater. “With you, I don’t know where the ground gives out.”The quiet felt louder than the roar ever had.I didn’t move closer this time. I stayed exactly where I was, even though every instinct screamed at me to reach for her, to pull her into my arms and swear that I would never hurt her. Promises were cheap when spoken too easily. I’d learned that the hard way.“Kahlia,” I said carefully, “I’m not asking you to trust me tonight. Or tomorrow. Or even t

The knock came just as my mother drifted into a light sleep.It was soft but deliberate, the kind that carried familiarity rather than urgency. I lifted my head from where I had been sitting beside her wheelchair, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, and checked the clock on the wall. Late morning. Too early for deliveries. Too gentle for neighbors.I stood quietly and moved toward the door.When I opened it, I didn’t even have time to process the sight before she barreled into me.“Kahlia Ford,” Marga said, wrapping her arms around me, careful but firm. “You did not tell me you were coming home like this.”I laughed, the sound surprising even me, and hugged her back. “You didn’t ask.”She pulled away just enough to glare at me, dark curls pulled into a loose bun, hospital badge still clipped to her jacket even on her day off. In one hand she held a large paper bag overflowing with fruit. In the other, two pizza boxes stacked precariously.“You disappear for weeks, stop answe

Alpha Jaron’s POVDawn broke hard and cold.The training grounds stretched before me, packed earth scarred with claw marks, sweat, and blood from generations of wolves who had learned the same lesson the same way: strength was earned, never given.My pack was already assembled.Three hundred wolves stood in formation, shoulders squared, spines straight, eyes forward. No chatter. No posturing. They could feel my presence the moment I stepped onto the field. Alpha pressure wasn’t something you turned on, it existed whether you wanted it or not.I walked the line slowly.This was where I belonged.Not on a podium. Not in front of cameras. Here—where mistakes cost flesh, and hesitation could cost lives.“Shift.”The command rolled across the grounds like thunder.Bones cracked. Flesh rippled. Wolves emerged in waves—black, gray, silver, massive forms settling into the dirt with low growls and controlled aggression. Discipline mattered. A wolf who couldn’t shift without losing control was

KAHLIA'S POVI stayed with my mother a little longer, until her breathing evened out and her eyes fluttered closed, sleep finally claiming her. I tucked the blanket around her shoulders the way I had done a thousand times before, then stood quietly.As I turned toward the hallway, that was when I felt it.That subtle shift in the air.That instinctive awareness I hated myself for recognizing so easily.I was not alone.My steps slowed as I moved toward the living room, heart beginning to thud—not in panic, but in something far more dangerous. Anticipation.And then I saw him.Alpha Jaron sat on the sofa like he belonged there.Not sprawled. Not arrogant. Just… present. His tall frame looked almost too large for the space, shoulders tense beneath a dark coat, elbows resting on his knees. In his hands was a bouquet of wildflowers—simple ones. White and pale blue. The kind you picked, not bought.He looked up the moment I entered the room.Our eyes met.For a second, neither of us moved.