All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

RyderI find Micah leaning against the wall near the training yard, the kind of casual stance that doesn’t belong with someone who’s plotting an escape. The night air smells faintly of iron and earth, carrying the low hum of wolves moving in the camp below. I take a slow stride toward him, boots pressing into the dirt, and he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even glance up until I’m close enough for the shadows to stretch between us.“You’ve been busy,” I murmur, voice low, watching the way his shoulders barely shift under his jacket.“I’m aware,” he answers evenly. There’s no hint of nervousness, none of the usual hesitation when he’s caught off guard. Only that same calm, deliberate tone I’ve learned to read as dangerous. “You finally having my time?”I stop a foot away, my fingers curling slightly, not in threat but in measure. “I want the truth.”He tilts his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Truth, hmm. That’s tricky. My mother is free. That’s truth enough for some.

AliceI slam the door behind me and catch Micah in the narrow corridor, the faint smell of gunmetal and sweat trailing off him. He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes calculating. The pack is quiet behind us, the usual hum of the compound replaced by the tense silence that hangs heavy, like it’s waiting to explode.I step closer, letting the heat of my anger rise just enough to keep my voice sharp. “Micah,” I begin, low, steady. “You think you’re the only one with a claim here? I raised you. I bathed you. I fed you when you had no one. You think Nova’s the only mother you have? I’m right here. You won’t forget that.”He glances at me, eyes hardening, expression unreadable for a heartbeat, then he tilts his chin up, voice smooth, cutting, colder than I expect. “You think I care? You’re the reason she suffered. The reason she’s in the shit she’s in.” His words hit me like knives. Sharp. Calculated. Blaming me. I feel the familiar coil of rage tighten around my ches

AliceI sit beside Harvey’s bed with my arms folded tightly across my chest while the healer works on him, and the only sound filling the room is the faint rustle of bandages and the quiet clink of metal tools against the tray. Every now and then Harvey lets out a low groan that twists something deep inside my stomach, but he never fully wakes, and that only makes the anger simmering under my skin burn hotter.The healer presses another cloth to the bruise along his ribs, then glances at me carefully. “His breathing is steady, Luna. He should regain consciousness soon.”I nod once, not trusting my mouth to cooperate if I open it.My eyes remain fixed on Harvey’s face. The swelling along his cheekbone has darkened, and there’s a thin line of dried blood at the corner of his mouth that refuses to completely wipe away no matter how many times I’ve cleaned it.Someone beat my son badly enough to leave him unconscious near our border.And Ryder still stands there acting like Micah couldn’t

AliceI find Gabe near the far edge of the training field just before sunset. The place is still busy, warriors moving across the packed dirt while the last drills of the day wind down. The dull thud of bodies hitting the ground and the sharp scrape of boots dragging through dust fill the air.Gabe stands with his arms folded, watching two young wolves circle each other like they have something to prove. One of them lunges too fast, slips, and lands flat on his back with a loud grunt.Gabe exhales through his nose. “You’re telegraphing every damn move,” he tells the other one calmly. “If you fight like that outside these grounds, someone will break your ribs before you realize what happened.”The wolf mutters something under his breath but nods anyway.I take a slow stride across the dirt toward Gabe, my boots crunching lightly under each step. He notices me halfway through another instruction and his eyes narrow slightly the moment he sees my face.He raises one hand toward the warri

AliceThe smell hits me first.Rotten wood, sweat, and damp earth hanging heavy in the air as I crouch behind the rusted metal fence, peering through the narrow gaps between the bars. My fingers curl around the cold steel while my eyes sweep slowly across the clearing beyond.Jackal’s territory looks exactly the way I remember it.Rough cabins scattered around uneven ground, fires burning low in crude pits while wolves move back and forth carrying crates, chains, and tools like this place runs on misery. A few guards stand near the larger building at the center, their shoulders broad and their expressions bored while they watch over the small cluster of figures gathered near a wooden platform.Slaves.My stomach tightens.Beside me Gabe leans forward slightly, his voice barely brushing my ear. “You see her?”“Not yet.”He exhales quietly. “There are more people here than I expected.”“Jackal always liked keeping a crowd,” I mutter.A wolf near the fire barks a laugh at something anoth