Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

AliceI wait until the compound settles into that uneasy quiet it gets after midnight, when most people pretend to sleep but no one actually does. The halls thin out, footsteps fade, and the guards rotate into their slower shifts. That is when I move. I pull my hood up, more out of habit than fear, and head toward the storage wing like I belong there, because technically I still do, no matter how many looks I have been getting lately.My head is loud. Every step I take echoes with Gabe’s face behind bars, the way his eyes refused to meet mine, the way his hands shook even when he tried to play it tough. He confessed, yes, but nothing about it sits right with me, and I am done waiting for permission to prove it.The storage building smells like oil, metal, and old dust. I flick on the low lights, enough to see but not enough to draw attention from outside. Shelves line the walls, stacked with crates, spare parts, and old patrol gear. In the far corner is what I came for, the metal cab

AliceI barely sleep, and when I do, it is shallow and restless, filled with static voices and half heard threats that jerk me awake with my heart racing. Lately, I can only do my findings in the middle of the night or very early, that's if I don't want any pests, I am already on my feet, pulling on my boots and jacket, my mind locked on one thing. Proof. Real proof. Not theories, not gut feelings, not something Reign can brush off as stress or jealousy.The radio room smells like dust and old metal, a place most people avoid because it reminds them of long nights on patrol and bad news crackling through speakers. I shut the door behind me and flick on the lamp, the low hum of electricity filling the space. The console lights up, familiar and comforting in a strange way. I have spent enough time here to know where things hide when people think no one will look too closely.I start with the archived logs, fingers moving fast over the controls, pulling up dates around the day Gabe was

RyderNova drags her feet the entire way down the corridor, her fingers hooked into my arm like if she slows enough I might change my mind and let her turn us around. The lights overhead hum softly, casting dull shadows against the walls, and my head feels heavy, my eyes refusing to move. Everything tonight feels stretched thin, my patience included.“I don’t want to go yet,” she mutters, leaning her weight into me on purpose.“I do,” I reply, steering her forward anyway. “And you’re going to your room. I need sleep.”She lets out a small huff, clearly offended. “You’re exhausted because you never rest. You’re always running around fixing other people’s messes.”I don’t argue with that. I just keep walking. My shoulders ache, my neck stiff, and all I want is my bed and silence for a few hours. The compound is quieter now, most of the crew already turning in, the usual night noises settling in. Somewhere down the hall a door closes. Somewhere else someone laughs softly. Life goes on e

Reign The second her knees give out, I’m already out of my chair. I don’t even register standing up. One moment she’s in the doorway looking unsteady, and the next she’s tipping forward. My arms close around her before she can crash to the floor. Her body lands against my chest, soft and burning up, and the entire room goes silent except for the blood rushing in my ears. Fear hits me sharply, twisting hard in my stomach. Then her scent floods everything. Thick, sweet, and heavy with raw need. It rolls through the office, wrapping around every male in the room. My wolf snarls deep inside me. I snap my head toward the visiting Alpha. His face is flushed red, eyes dilated, nostrils flaring as he pulls in her scent. The two lieutenants aren’t much better. One of them actually takes a half-step closer before he stops himself. A growl rips out of my throat. Jerome freezes halfway to the door. He was heading out to handle Gabe like I ordered, but now he’s stuck, glancing between me an

RyderI’m still holding Alice close against my side when I hear the knock at the door. It comes soft at first, like the person outside knows this isn’t the best time to interrupt whatever is going on in here. The room feels stuffy now, with the curtains pulled tight to keep out the light, and the sheets all twisted up around us from everything that happened earlier. Her body is finally cooling down a bit after the fever had her burning up for hours, and the new mark on her neck stands out red and fresh against her skin. Every time my eyes land on it, I get this mix of satisfaction and regret twisting in my gut because I know I went too far with her. The bond is there now, pulsing steady between us like a quiet heartbeat, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about how she blacked out from the overload.I shift a little, trying not to jostle her too much, and slide her head onto the pillow as gently as I can manage. She lets out a small mumble and curls toward me in her sleep, her a