All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Lost Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AliceI am shoved deeper into the darkness. Thick, and heavy like it has weight, like it is pressing against my eyes and sinking into my chest. I float in it for a while, not sure how long, not sure if time even exists here. My body feels far away, like it belongs to someone else, like I left it somewhere and forgot how to get back. There is no pain at first, just this dull nothingness, a quiet that feels wrong in a way I cannot explain.Then something shifts.I can hear sounds, faint and distant, like it is traveling through water before it reaches me. A low vibration, uneven, followed by sharp growls. Another sound cuts through it, louder this time, urgent, layered with chaos. My brows knit together even though I am not fully awake, my mind tugging at the noise like it is trying to remember what it means.I hear shouting.Not clear words, just fragments, rough voices colliding with each other. A crash follows, close enough that my chest tightens on instinct. My heart stutters, then

Alice Hands lock around my arms and haul me forward before my brain fully catches up to what my body already knows, which is that something is very wrong and I am not in my bed anymore. The floor beneath my bare feet is cold and uneven, concrete biting into my skin as I’m dragged through a narrow tunnel lit by flickering emergency lights that buzz overhead like they’re about to die. The sound of alarms bleeds through the walls, muffled but relentless, mixing with distant gunfire and the deep, animal roars of wolves shifting somewhere above us. Every noise lands too loud, too sharp, rattling through my skull like my senses forgot how to ease into being awake. My head swims. My limbs feel like they belong to someone else. Heavy. Uncooperative. I try to pull back, but my muscles barely respond, my fingers twitching instead of gripping, my knees buckling as soon as I put weight on them. The person dragging me curses under their breath and tightens their hold, fingers digging into my up

Ryder I don’t need him to step fully into the light to know who it is.My body knows before my brain catches up, a sick tightening low in my gut, a slow crawl of disbelief that makes my fingers flex around my gun even as my heart starts pounding harder. The figure moves closer, boots crunching against gravel, and when the moonlight finally catches his face, the world tilts just a little.Jace.He looks the same. Same calm eyes. Same relaxed posture like nothing in this clearing could touch him. Like he isn’t standing in front of his Alpha surrounded by armed enemies with blood soaking the ground behind us. Like we’re back at base seven years ago, when I dragged his half-dead ass out of a ditch and handed him water with a warning to stop running from people who wanted him collared.For a second, my brain refuses to accept it, because that version of Jace doesn’t fit with this one, doesn’t fit with the Jackal dogs circling us or the smug tilt of his mouth as he stops a few feet away f

RyderThe air rips out of my lungs when I see her.She’s at the edge of the clearing, wrists bound, shoulders slumped like her body is barely holding together, and for a split second everything else drops away. The guns, the wolves, the river roaring behind me, even the burn on my side from where the silver dagger pierced through earlier. All I see is Alice, standing there in the dark, too thin, too pale, eyes wide but blazing with something fierce that punches straight through my chest.“Run,” I bellow before I even think, my voice tearing raw as it rips out of me. “Alice, run. Don’t look back. Go.”Her head snaps up at the sound of my voice, shock flickering across her face like she can’t believe I’m really here. For a heartbeat she doesn’t move, just stares at me through the trees, and panic claws up my throat because I know how slow her body still is, how weak she must be after weeks of nothing but pain and darkness.“Move,” I snarl again, stepping forward despite the guns tracki

Ryder My back slams into the riverbank hard enough to knock the breath out of me, wet stones biting through my jacket as the current roars just inches away. Cold water splashes my boots, soaking through leather, dragging at my footing like it wants to pull me under and finish the job for them. Three wolves are on me at once, all teeth and weight and fury, their bodies pinning my shoulders and legs, claws tearing at fabric and skin as I snarl and fight to get an arm free.I taste blood, metallic and sharp, and I do not know if it is mine or theirs.Jace stands a few steps back, calm as ever, lifting his rifle with practiced ease, the barrel steady as it lines up with my head. His expression does not change, not even a flicker of hesitation, and that hurts more than the silver burning in my side. I brace myself, jaw tightening, muscles screaming as I dig my heels into the mud and shove against the wolves crushing me down.This is it.I think of Alice, bound somewhere behind me, hurt a