Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

AliceThe training ground smells like sweat, dust, and damp earth, and even though I am not the one sparring, I feel the tension rolling off the field in waves. Boots grind against gravel, fists collide with flesh, and the sharp crack of impact echoes across the clearing behind the main house.Knox stands in the center, broad shoulders squared, barking instructions as two teenage boys circle each other with clumsy aggression. He moves between them with the kind of ease that reminds everyone exactly why he leads the warriors. When one of them swings too wide, Knox catches his wrist midair and twists just enough to make his point.“Keep your balance,” he instructs, shoving the boy back into stance. “You fight like that outside our borders, you die.”The boys nod, swallowing hard, and go at it again.I fold my arms across my chest and take a slow breath. I do not belong in the ring. I can handle a bike at full throttle, can throw a punch if I have to, but I am not a trained warrior and I

AliceI know something is wrong the second I wake up because my body does not feel like mine.It is not the sharp rib pain I have been managing for weeks, not the dull soreness that lingers after training sessions or long rides. This is different. My stomach twists like it is trying to fold in on itself, and when I try to sit up, the room tilts so hard I grab the edge of the mattress to steady myself.“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.The curtains are half drawn, thin morning light spilling across the floor. I swing my legs over the side of the bed carefully, pressing my palm against my ribs out of habit, and push myself upright. The nausea spikes immediately, thick and sudden, climbing up my throat.I barely make it to the bathroom before I drop to my knees.The sound of me retching echoes off the tiles, humiliating and violent. Nothing much comes up, just bile, but my stomach keeps contracting like it refuses to accept that it is empty.I lean back against the cool wall, breathing t

Alice A firm knock lands against the door, three steady raps that echo through the room.I lift my head from the pillow. “Come in,” I call out, my voice still slightly weak.The handle turns slowly, and Mara steps inside, closing the door carefully behind her before she takes another step forward. She does not rush. She does not hover. She stands straight, hands folded loosely in front of her like she is preparing to deliver a verdict.My stomach tightens.“Well?” I prompt, pushing myself up against the headboard. The movement makes my ribs pull, but I ignore it. I need to see her face clearly.She walks closer, boots quiet against the floor. “Are you alone?” she asks gently.“Yes,” I reply. “Ryder left an hour ago.”Her eyes flicker briefly at his name. “I know.”Of course she does. The whole pack knows when the Alpha rides out.She drags the chair from the corner and places it beside the bed before sitting down. She does not look panicked. She does not look grim. That should calm m

AliceThe cell corridor smells like metal and damp concrete, and the second I step down the last stair with Mia at my side, I feel every pair of eyes shift toward us.Mia does not slow down. She moves with purpose, boots striking against the floor in hard, echoing beats. I keep pace with her, steady, one hand brushing lightly over my stomach out of habit before I drop it back to my side. No one needs to notice that.The guard at the end of the hall straightens. “Luna.”“Open it,” Mia orders before I even speak.He hesitates for half a second, then unlocks the outer gate that separates visitors from the row of cells.Nova stands in the second one.She looks cleaner than I expect. Someone must have given her water. Her hair falls loose over her shoulders, and she is leaning casually against the bars like this is a temporary inconvenience instead of a fall from grace.When she sees me, her lips curve.“Well,” she drawls, pushing away from the bars. “If it isn’t the new queen.”Mia lets o

RyderI stand outside the clinic room with my hands braced against my hips, staring at the closed door like it personally offended me. The hallway smells like antiseptic and old wood polish, and the fluorescent light above flickers once, then steadies. Jerome leans against the wall a few feet away, arms folded across his chest, watching me without saying a word. He knows better.Inside, the doctor clears his throat, murmuring something to Nova that I cannot make out. She sniffles, and that sound alone drags a tight line down my spine.Two months.The number circles in my head like a damn vulture.The door finally opens and Dr. Halvorsen steps out, adjusting his glasses as he faces me. He keeps his voice professional, low, careful. “Alpha, the test is positive. Blood work confirms it. Approximately eight weeks along.”For a second, I just stare at him. My jaw tightens and I nod once, slow, controlled. “You’re sure.”“Yes, Alpha. There’s no mistake.”I drag a hand down my face, exhaling