All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

AliceThe ground slams into me before I can brace properly.Air rushes out of my chest on impact, sharp and violent, and for a second I cannot breathe at all. My body skids across rough dirt, stones biting into my skin through torn fabric, and the momentum flips me once before I land hard again on my side.Pain spreads fast, not in one place but everywhere at once, deep and burning, like my body cannot decide what hurts the most.I suck in a breath, but it comes out broken, uneven, my chest tightening as I try again.“Fuck…” The word drags out of me, low and strained as I press my palm into the ground.The dirt is warm, gritty against my skin, grounding enough that I force my eyes open.Everything spins.Not lightly, not something I can blink away, but heavy, like the whole world tilted and has not settled back yet. The trees blur together, the sky flickering between patches of light and shadow, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before opening them again.“Get up,” I mutter, my

RyderI lift her again before the vehicle fully comes to a stop.The back door swings open, one of my men jumping down quickly, but I am already moving, adjusting my hold on Alice as I step forward.“Careful,” he warns, reaching out slightly.“I’ve got her,” I cut in, my tone firm as I step past him and climb into the back.There is enough space cleared already, seats pushed aside, a stretcher set but not secured yet. I lower myself onto the bench instead, keeping her in my arms as I settle back.“Take care of Micah,” I add without looking up, my focus staying on her.“Yes, Alpha,” comes the immediate response, followed by movement outside.The door shuts a second later, muting the noise from outside, and the vehicle starts moving almost immediately, the engine picking up speed as we pull away from the crash site.I adjust my grip slightly, keeping her supported as the motion shifts under us.“Easy,” I murmur, more to keep myself steady than anything else.Her head rests against my ar

Ryder My hand drags over my jaw as I turn away from the desk, pacing the length of the office instead. My strides stay steady, controlled, but my head is nowhere near as calm, replaying the same scene over and over again whether I want it to or not.The road.The crash.Alice going down.Micah right behind her.I exhale through my nose, stopping briefly at the window before turning again, continuing the same path like it’s going to fix anything.It doesn’t.I try to focus once, reaching for one of the files, flipping it open, scanning the first few lines, but the words blur together before I even process them.Useless.I drop it back onto the desk with a quiet thud and straighten immediately, my shoulders tightening.“Screw this,” I mutter under my breath.I grab my jacket without thinking and head for the door, not bothering with anything else. The paperwork can wait. Right now, it means nothing.The walk back to the hospital feels longer than it should.My steps are even, not rushe

(POV: Ryder)The doctor steps forward, holding a folder with trembling fingers. The quiet in the room feels sharp, pressing against my ears. My eyes lock on him. Every second, every motion counts. I’m already tense from the transfusion prep, from hovering over Micah, but this—this is different. My pulse spikes.“Alpha,” the doctor begins, voice steady, careful, but it hits me anyway, because the words about to leave his mouth are like a slap. “The results…” He hesitates, then exhales. “…there’s no biological match.”I freeze. The words punch through everything. No biological match. I blink, hard, unable to believe them. My jaw clenches, teeth grinding. My gut twists in a way that makes me want to throw something, kick something, scream something. I swallow, hard, trying to focus, but the room narrows, the air thickens. Micah lies there, unaware, but I can feel him in every fiber of me.“No match?” I growl, my voice low, dangerous. I step closer, fists curling, knuckles white. “What t

RyderI freeze at the sound of chaos in the pack yard before I can even process it. Two guards thrown to the ground, bodies sprawled awkwardly. Others are scrambling to regroup. Nova is there. Standing tall, fierce, the kind of presence that commands violence and chaos like it’s an extension of her own body. Her men clash with the remaining guards, the clatter of fists, the smack of flesh, the grunt of effort filling the air.Then her eyes land on me. Just me. And the world tilts sideways. She freezes for a fraction of a second, and then the sound cuts through everything, screaming my name like a blade. “Reign?! Reign, my son! Give me my son! Quickly! I heard he’s in critical condition! Let me take him to his father—he can be saved there, please!”The words hit like bullets. My blood roars in my ears. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m standing here, seeing her, hearing her, and feeling the same surge of hatred, disbelief, and fury coil tight in my chest all at once. “You escape