All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AliceThe rain keeps coming down in sheets, heavy enough that the road ahead looks like a black river under my headlight. My hands stay locked around the grips, knuckles white, but they feel numb now, like they belong to someone else. The pain in my chest hasn’t let up. It keeps pulsing, hot and ugly, every few seconds reminding me what I just felt through the bond. Reign’s pleasure sits in my gut like poison.I twist the throttle harder, trying to push the bike faster, trying to leave the feeling behind. The engine roars louder, vibrates up my arms, but it doesn’t help. If anything the speed makes everything worse. My vision blurs, not just from the rain on my visor but from the tears I can’t stop anymore. I blink them away, curse under my breath, keep my eyes on Tara’s taillight ahead.We’re doing maybe eighty, maybe more. The formation stays tight, girls clinging to the riders in front of me. I drop back a little farther, give myself space to breathe, to think. But thinking is the

NovaI pull the door closed behind me as quietly as I can after stepping out of Reign’s room. The hallway feels colder than it did last night, and quieter too. My legs are still shaky from everything that happened, but I keep my chin up and start walking toward the stairs. Voices drift up from the common room, low and urgent, not the usual morning bullshit. I slow down at the top step and listen.One of the younger riders is talking fast. “Her bike went down hard. The rain was everywhere. She got thrown. Jace said she was complaining about tearing pain in her chest before it happened, then she just lost control.”My stomach flips. Alice. Of course it’s fucking Alice.Another voice cuts in, Tara this time. “She’s in the clinic now. Unconscious. The healers are working on her.”I press my back against the wall for a second. Anger bubbles up hot and fast in my chest. She ruins everything. Last night was supposed to be mine. Reign finally gave in, said my name over and over, came inside m

ReignIt's been days since that mess in the clinic hallway with Nova. She walked out crying and I let her go. I figured she needed space, figured she'd come back when she cooled off like she always does. But she hasn't. No calls, no texts, no showing up at the common room with that half-smile she puts on when she's pretending everything's fine. The pack is quiet about it, but I catch the looks. Where the hell did she go?I try her phone again. It rings and rings, straight to voicemail. I hang up before the recording finishes. I close my eyes and reach for the mindlink. Nothing. Too far out. The pack bond doesn't stretch that way. She's way beyond the territory lines now. My stomach twists. This period we found traces of rogues in the woods, being alone out there is asking for trouble.I grab my jacket from the chair and head outside. The yard is empty except for a couple riders tinkering with engines under the lights. Jerome spots me first. He wipes his hands on a rag and walks over.

AliceDarkness wraps around me thick and heavy, the kind that presses on your chest and makes every breath feel like work. I float in it, weightless, no up or down, no edges to grab. Time doesn't move right here. It stretches and snaps back without warning. I try to open my eyes, but nothing happens. My body feels far away, like it's someone else's.Then a sound cuts through. A howl. Low and long, coming from somewhere distant. It rolls over me like thunder that hasn't broken yet. The howl stops, waits, then starts again. Calling. Not angry. Not scared. Just... calling me. I turn toward it without thinking, like my feet know the way even if I don't. The darkness thins a little, gray at the edges, and I start walking.The ground changes under me. Soft dirt turns to ash and charred wood. The air gets thick with smoke and old blood. I know this smell. I know this place. Sawmoon Pack grounds. The trees are broken, blackened, still smoking in places even though it's been ten years. The pac

RyderAlarms rip through the pack house at 3 a.m., sharp and violent, slicing straight through sleep and driving everyone upright at the same time. The sound punches into my skull, rattles the walls, shakes the floor beneath my feet. I am already moving before my eyes fully open, my body reacting on instinct, my wolf surging up hot and angry, fully awake and already snarling.“Fuck,” I mutter as I swing out of bed.The hallway outside explodes with noise. Doors slam open hard enough to crack wood, boots hit the floor in heavy, rushed strides, voices collide with each other in half-formed warnings and curses. Nobody is asking what is happening. That alarm only means one thing.I yank on my pants, shove my feet into boots without bothering to lace them properly, grab the jacket off the chair and shrug into it as I move. My gun is already in my hand by the time I hit the door, cold metal grounding me as I step into the chaos.The pack house is alive and boiling over, wolves and riders fl