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The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

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Ch. 111: First Cry

AliceUnbearable pain shoots through me as Ryder carries me to the clinic, his arms locked tight around my back and knees while I clutch his shirt and try not to scream directly into his ear. The hallway lights blur above me, my head jerking with every heavy stride he takes, and I can hear boots pounding behind us as someone shouts for the doctor. My lower stomach feels like it is being ripped apart from the inside, like something is twisting and tearing and I cannot catch my breath no matter how hard I try.“Fuck… Ryder,” I groan, digging my fingers into his shoulder as another contraction hits so hard that my vision spots.“I’ve got you, baby,” he mutters, voice rough and tight, not calm the way he usually pretends to be when shit goes wrong. “You’re fine. You hear me? You’re fine.”Fine my ass.The clinic doors slam open and the smell of antiseptic hits me. He lowers me onto the bed too quickly and I hiss, grabbing his wrist before he can pull away. My legs are shaking and I feel w

Ch. 112 –The Pack We Built

AliceI stand at the edge of the training grounds with my arms folded over my chest, boots planted firmly in the dirt while the afternoon sun presses against my back. The air smells like sweat, dust, and metal, the sharp clang of blades colliding echoing across the open field as Knox circles the sparring pairs like a hawk watching prey. His voice cuts through the noise, firm and steady as he corrects stances and barks instructions, and the rescued rogues under his command move with a hunger that reminds me too much of where we all started.Some of them still carry that guarded look in their eyes, like they are waiting for someone to pull the ground out from under them. I recognize it because I used to wear it too.Seventeen years ago this was not what we had. Back then it was just BlackReign, a pack of biker wolves with too much pride and not enough territory, fighting to survive instead of leading anyone. Now the name Sawmoon hangs over these grounds like a banner of war and survival

Ch. 113: The Weight of a Crown

RyderI step into the council chamber, the heavy wooden doors creaking under my hand. The scent of aged wood and waxed floors hits me first, then the sharp tang of metal from the ceremonial knives hung along the walls. The elders are already seated, lined in a semicircle that faces me and Alice at the head of the room. Their expressions are unreadable, each one guarding their thoughts behind decades of experience.I settle into the seat at the center, letting my shoulders drop for a moment, feeling the weight of every gaze on me. The council has been called for one reason, and one reason only: succession. The word sits heavy in my chest. It’s a conversation we’ve danced around for years, hinted at, threatened with, but never put to formal vote. Today changes that.Alice slides in beside me, her presence a quiet anchor. She doesn’t reach for my hand, not yet, but I feel her there. I nod slightly toward her, a silent acknowledgment. She meets my gaze, eyes cool, steady, unyielding. I ca

Ch. 114 – Seeds of Bitterness

AliceI close the office door behind me with a soft click, the sound swallowed by the weight of silence in the room. The sunlight slants through the windows, catching dust motes drifting lazily, but the calm is a lie. My stomach knots, twisting with the thought of Micah standing there, waiting for me, his presence already a challenge before he even opens his mouth.I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He leans against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, jaw tight, that same smirk I’ve seen a hundred times when he’s trying to provoke someone. He’s older than his years, but the brat in him hasn’t left. “You really think this council bullshit means anything?” he sneers, stepping toward me. The floorboards groan under his boots.“I think it means the law is clear,” I reply, trying to keep my voice calm, steady, but inside I’m bracing for the punch of arrogance I know is coming. “Harvey is the legal heir, Micah. The council affirmed it. That’s not up for debate.”His dark eyes flas

Ch.115: Blood Doesn’t Equal Loyalty

RyderThe training grounds smell like sweat, dirt, and metal by the time I step onto the sand. Early afternoon sun hangs high above the trees, beating down on the packed earth where warriors are already sparring in pairs. Blades clash somewhere to my left, boots drag across gravel, and the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground echoes across the clearing.Knox stands near the weapon rack, arms folded over his chest while he watches two younger fighters circle each other. When he notices me approaching, his brows lift slightly in question.“I’m borrowing one of your fighters,” I tell him.Knox tilts his head toward the far end of the field. “You mean Micah.”I follow his gaze.Micah stands alone near the wooden posts where practice dummies are tied upright. His shirt clings to his back with sweat, dark hair damp around his temples while he throws one punch after another into the padded torso of the dummy. Each hit lands harder than the last, the wood post rattling from the impact.Knox

Ch.116: The Girl from the Past

AliceMorning in the pack house starts the same way it always does, loud and restless. Boots drag across the hallway outside my office, someone curses in the kitchen, and the smell of burnt toast drifts all the way down the corridor. I lean back in my chair with a cup of coffee in my hand, listening to the familiar chaos of people starting their day.Harvey stormed out of here less than an hour ago after another argument about Micah, and honestly my head still hurts from it.The door creaks open without a knock.I glance up and see Mira standing there with a stack of papers pressed to her chest.“Council reports,” she mutters, stepping inside and dropping them on my desk.I rub my temple. “Just leave them there.”She studies my face for a moment. “You look like hell.”“Thanks.”“You want breakfast?”“I want silence.”Mira snorts and heads for the door. “Good luck with that.”She leaves and the hallway noise rushes back in again. I stare at the papers for a while but I do not touch the

Ch.117: The Breach

RyderThe jeep rolls through the main gate just after sunset, the tires grinding against the gravel road while the guards pull the iron barrier open for us. I lean forward slightly in the passenger seat, rubbing the back of my neck while Jerome parks near the entrance of the pack house.The meeting outside the territory dragged longer than it should have, and the ride back has done nothing to improve my mood.Harvey pushes the door open the second the engine dies and steps out before either of us moves. The kid has been restless all afternoon. He slams the door harder than necessary and starts toward the stairs.Jerome glances at me over the steering wheel.“Your heir looks ready to fight someone,” he mutters.I step out of the jeep and stretch my shoulders. “He usually is these days.”Jerome snorts.Harvey is already halfway up the steps when I catch up with him.“You planning to greet your mother like that?” I ask.He slows just enough to glance over his shoulder. “If she starts tal

Ch.118: A Mother’s Instinct

AliceThe pack house has not settled since the alarm rang.Even now, long after the prison corridor was locked down again, tension moves through the halls like a storm that refuses to pass. Warriors whisper near doorways, guards patrol twice as often as usual, and every person I walk past turns their head just a little too quickly when they realize it is me.Nova escaping from that prison cell is not a small problem.It is a disaster.I step out of the main corridor and head toward the back wing of the house where the servants and maids sleep. The air here smells different from the rest of the building, soap and damp linen mixed with the faint scent of old wood. Lamps burn low along the walls, casting soft light over the narrow hallway.Two guards stand near the entrance to the maid quarters.Both straighten when they see me approaching.“Luna,” one of them greets.“Where is she?”The guard does not pretend to misunderstand.“In her room.”“Bring her out.”The other guard nods and dis

Ch.119: Proof and Betrayal

RyderThe prison corridor still smells like iron and damp stone when I step back inside.Guards move aside the moment they see me, boots scraping across the floor while they straighten their backs. The place looks the same as it did earlier tonight when we first discovered Nova’s empty cell, but the tension hanging in the air has grown heavier since then.Jerome stands near the guard station, leaning over a wooden table covered with keys, patrol logs, and two oil lamps that barely push back the shadows.He glances up when my footsteps approach.“You took your time,” he remarks.“I was dealing with the chaos upstairs.”I pull out the chair beside him and sit. “What did you find?”Jerome slides a piece of parchment toward me.“Look at the cleaning schedule.”My eyes skim the list quickly.Kitchen staff.Laundry workers.Maintenance crew.Then one name catches my attention immediately.Alice.Not my Luna.The other one.“She had clearance to clean the lower halls today,” Jerome continue

Ch.120: The Threat

Alice The corridor behind the council wing is always quiet this time of night, the kind of place people pass through quickly without lingering because the lamps burn low and the stone walls hold the cold longer than the rest of the house. My boots strike the floor in steady rhythm as I take a slow stride down the hall, my mind still turning over everything we uncovered tonight about Nova’s escape.Seventeen years in that prison and the woman still manages to stir chaos the moment she steps out. I rub the bridge of my nose while I walk, already imagining the storm waiting for us once Ryder finishes pulling the rest of the truth from that maid. If the girl really did open the cell, then Nova planned every step long before tonight, and that thought alone tightens something in my chest.The sound of another pair of footsteps reaches me just as I pass the narrow arch leading toward the old study. They are not hurried, not cautious either, just steady, confident, the kind of steps that bel

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