All Chapters of The Alpha Biker's Healer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I drew a slow breath, letting Marga’s question settle. How?“I will think about it,” I finally murmured, pressing my hand against my forehead. “But for now, I am going to rest. I feel tired after that session. My head is pounding.”Marga sighed on the other end, her worry stretching across the phone line like a warm hand on my shoulder.“Okay, but please take care of yourself, Kahlia. Do not let Alpha Jaron beat you or stress you out. He is not worth that kind of energy.”A weak laugh escaped me, tired but genuine. “Of course not. I will not let him get under my skin.”“You already let him get under your skin,” she teased lightly. “I can hear it in your voice.”I rolled my eyes, smiling despite everything. “Fine. Maybe a little. But still, I am handling it.”Marga exhaled, a relieved sound, as if she trusted me again. “Good. Because you know how you get when a man stresses you. You either snap or burn the entire house down.”“That was one time,” I muttered, groaning.“And I still thin

His voice cracked like a whip, echoing through the broken hall and slamming into me with enough force to make the wolves behind us flinch. The rage in his tone was violent and sharp, but what hit me harder was the grief buried under it, the kind that tasted like old scars torn open.I stared at him, chest rising and falling, refusing to take a single step back.He wanted distance. He wanted to push me away. He wanted someone to blame who was not himself.But the pack still cried around us. The air still stank of blood and fear. And Alpha Jaron was still sitting in the ruins of his own fury, shaking like the world had finally broken him.I would not leave.“No,” I said quietly, steady but unyielding. “I will not get lost.”His head snapped toward me, eyes blazing, the red in his irises pulsing like a heartbeat. He looked wrathful enough to tear down what was left of the walls with only his hands.I leaned closer instead of retreating.“You want to scream at someone? Fine. Scream at me.

Alpha Jaron’s POVDr. Ford’s voice drifted through the haze of liquor and sleepless rage I had wrapped myself in like armor.She approached me calmly, the same infuriating calm she always carried, and stopped just a few feet from where I sat in my wheelchair, half-drunk and half-broken under the weight of everything I refused to name.“I just want you to know,” she said softly, “that your pack was given the best treatment they need. So no need to worry and get stressed, Alpha. Your pack is alright. No one died.”For a moment I didn’t breathe.My fingers stilled around the neck of the bottle.Her words should have calmed me. Should have comforted me. Should have lifted the crushing stone off my chest.They didn’t.Instead something bitter twisted behind my ribs.“Why,” I said slowly, my voice dragging like gravel, “are you saying all that to me?”She blinked once, as if surprised by the question, then without flinching or tiptoeing around the truth, she answered.“Because you are still

I took a deep breath, the kind that scraped down my throat as if it carried every ounce of pride I had left. I forced myself to push past the humiliation, past the sting of her words, past the version of myself I wanted to cling to. I wasn’t that man right now. I wasn’t the untouchable Alpha who never chased, never asked, never convinced anyone to stay.Right now, I was a man who needed her more than she needed me.“Assist me upstairs,” I muttered, my voice low but steady.Allen blinked once, then twice. Shock widened his eyes in a way I rarely saw. He knew me, knew exactly the kind of Alpha I was. The kind who did not plead. The kind who did not follow after someone walking out on him. The kind who would rather bleed than swallow pride.But he didn’t question me. He only nodded and positioned himself behind my wheelchair.As we moved toward the stairs where a special lift had been installed, a narrow platform that allowed the chair to roll up, I felt my pulse hammer in my temples. Ea

KAHLIA'S POVI sat on the bed with my knees pulled up, staring at the faint imprint left on the blanket where Alpha Jaron’s wheelchair had been parked earlier when he came to my room. The air still carried the tension of his voice that low, rough confession I didn’t think a man like him could ever force out. I need you. The words replayed in my head over and over again, not because they were sweet but because they were impossible. Those three words didn’t belong to someone like him, someone who would rather swallow fire than swallow his pride.I hugged a pillow to my chest, leaning back against the headboard. I couldn’t believe what had just happened hours ago. After everything he did the attitude, the disrespect, the insufferable pride he still chased after me. And not only that… he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of me.He said the one thing I never expected: he admitted he needed me.I tilted my head back against the wall, exhaling a long, shaky breath. I didn’t expect it