Semua Bab The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Ryder The sound of multiple bikes approaching hits the yard first, engines growling deep as they pull through the gates, and the crew outside starts yelling before I even step out. I recognize the lead roar immediately, Nova's custom bike, tuned just how she likes it loud and mean. She cuts the engine in front of the house, swings off graceful as ever in her leather jacket and boots, hair tied back, that confident grin on her face as the guys swarm her clapping backs and hugging like she never left.She had been away on mission to the western packs where she came from, but she's always a part of BlackReign as she built the pack with me, we suffered together after she saved me in the woods, I was dying from the gun shot on my side during the invasion that wiped out my pack. Memories rush back, satisfied that Alice got away, I thought I would die only to feel a wolf beside me."Look who decided to come home," Knox shouts, pulling her into a bear hug that lifts her off the ground.She

RyderThe yard buzzes with the patrols gearing up for the evening run. Bikes line neatly in rows, guys hunched over checking tires, loading extra ammo into saddlebags because ambushes come random now, no pattern to trust. The air hangs heavy with oil and exhaust, voices carrying rough jokes to ease the tension, but I feel the undercurrent, suspicion lingering thick from the last leak. Knox walks over, wiping grease from his hands after tuning a bike, looking casual but eyes careful."Boss," he starts, leaning on a bike frame. "I heard some talk on yesterday's patrol. Nova pulled a couple guys aside, asking about Alice's background, saying rogue past and timing with leaks make her look like Jackal's inside plant."My head turns sharp, anger rising immediately, hot in my chest. "What?"Knox nods, tossing the rag aside with a flick. "Yeah. Just to Tanner and Jace, asking if we vetted her full, if you trust her with everything."I feel my jaw tighten, fists clenching at sides hard enough

RyderThe morning air hits hard when we roll out, we needed to check the rogues Alice encountered, diesel and exhaust thick under the sun climbing slowly over the ridge. The crew lines up like clockwork, engines growling low, vibrating deep into the ground. Every bike polished enough to blind if light catches just right, ammo packed, bags strapped, knives in sheathes, eyes scanning every shadow along the road. I mount mine last, running fingers over the leather seat, feeling the tension in the crew ripple through me like static. Everyone’s quiet, but I catch the glances between Tanner and Jace, subtle, tight. Knox gives me a small nod from the far side, eyes flicking to the treeline. Something’s off.We move out slowly, carefully, tires crunching the gravel, the dirt road curling between pines, the smell of earth heavy after last night’s rain. I keep my eyes forward but ears sharp. The patrol’s routine, but the last ambush taught us not to trust patterns. Nothing predictable anymore.

AliceSince Nova came, I have had no chance to breathe, the pack house has been one chaos or the other, and it never really settles before something else breaks loose. Somehow, Jackal is no longer right at our back, yet it feels worse because now there are too many reoccurrences of rogues sneaking in, too many leaks, too many near misses that leave everyone jumpy and suspicious.We are gathered in the clubhouse with most of the crew packed into the space, bodies pressed close, the air thick with sweat, anger, and that sharp edge of fear no one wants to name. I turn to look at Reign, exhaustion drawing hard lines on his face that were not there months ago. He massages the bridge of his nose again, slower this time, like even that small movement takes effort. Jerome stands beside him with his tablet clutched in one hand after going over the missing information again and again with no trace of where it is going. As if the whole damn system is hacked from the inside. He bites his lip for

AliceI cannot breathe, my thoughts running wild in my head, crashing into each other until nothing makes sense anymore. Reign is ruthless, everyone knows that, and even as my mate, even with everything between us, if he truly believes Gabe is guilty, he will not hesitate. He will make the call, cold and final, and Gabe will be dead before sunrise. The thought hits me so hard my chest tightens, and I have to stop for a second just to steady myself.My fingers clutch my jacket as I turn down the corridor that leads to the holding cells, boots echoing against concrete that smells damp and metallic. Every step feels heavier than the last, like the pack house itself is pushing back against me, warning me to turn around. I do not listen.My brother cannot do something like this. He is reckless sometimes, yes, but stupid enough to sell out the pack that saved our lives, stupid enough to drag Jackal back into our shadows? No. He is grateful to Reign, grateful to this place, and he knows exa