Lahat ng Kabanata ng Desired By The Biker Twins Alpha: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Mira's pov Austin's next message came within the hour, and by the time Alder and Kade both crowded into my study to read it, my hands were shaking again despite everything I'd already survived. "Confirmed sighting two towns over," Austin said, spreading a printed map across my desk. "Elara's renting under a false name. Alina's been seen coming and going at least three times this week." "That's a two hour drive from here," Kade said, frowning at the distance. "Why stay that close if she's supposed to be banished?" "Because staying close means she's still watching," Alder said grimly. "Banishment doesn't erase ambition, and it definitely doesn't erase whatever she whispered to Alina before they dragged her off." I sank into my chair, one hand resting against my stomach out of habit now. "What could they possibly still be planning? She's lost the cartel. Lost her standing. Lost everything that mattered to her." "That's exactly why she's dangerous," Austin said. "People with nothing

Alina's pov My mother's rented house smelled like stale coffee and desperation, the kind of place people hid in when they had nowhere better left to go. "You've barely eaten," she said, watching me pick at the plate she'd set in front of me. "You need your strength, Alina. What's coming will require all of it." "I lost everything because of your fire," I said flatly. "Forgive me if my appetite hasn't fully recovered." Her expression sharpened. "I lost everything too. At least I'm not sitting here wallowing." "You're the reason we're both wallowing," I snapped, though the anger drained quickly, replaced by the same hollow exhaustion that had followed me for weeks now. She sat across from me, studying me carefully. "The plan with Alder failed. I understand that. But it's not the only card left to play." "What are you talking about?" "There's still the matter of the inheritance clause your grandfather wrote into the original cartel charter," she said, her eyes gleaming with famili

Mira's pov They brought Alina back to the estate just before dawn, her wrists zip tied loosely, her expression a strange mixture of defiance and exhaustion that didn't quite match the calculated woman who'd drugged Alder weeks earlier. "Start talking," I said, standing across from her in the small holding room Austin had prepared, arms crossed despite the exhaustion pulling at my own body. "There's an inheritance clause," Alina said quietly, her eyes flicking briefly to the guard stationed by the door before returning to me. "Buried in the original charter, written generations before any of us were born. If the current leader is found unfit through scandal, incapacity, or death, leadership defaults to the nearest blood relative." My stomach turned cold. "And Elara sent you to find it." "She's planning to use it," Alina admitted. "One way or another. She didn't specify exactly how far she intended to take it, but I think we both know what she's implying." "She wants me dead," I sa

Alder's pov Weeks passed in tense, careful vigilance, security tightened to the point of exhaustion, every unfamiliar face on pack territory questioned twice before being allowed near the estate. Even the mail carrier had grown used to the extra scrutiny, joking dryly about needing a security clearance just to deliver a birthday card. Mira grew heavier with pregnancy each week, exhaustion and stress clearly weighing on her despite her refusal to slow down cartel responsibilities. "You need rest," I told her one evening, finding her still hunched over paperwork well past midnight. "I need this handled," she said, though exhaustion clearly softened her usual stubbornness. "I can't relax knowing that clause is still sitting there, waiting for her to find a way to use it." "You can't pour from an empty cup, Mira. Not for yourself, and not for the baby." She finally set down her pen, rubbing her tired eyes. "You're right. I know you're right." I moved behind her chair, gently working

Mira's pov Austin argued against me joining the operation for nearly twenty minutes before finally accepting that nothing he said would change my mind, throwing his hands up in defeat after the third time I refused to budge. "You're seven months pregnant," he said, exasperated. "This isn't up for debate, Mira." "I'm not asking to storm the building myself," I said evenly. "I'm asking to be close enough to make decisions if something goes wrong. I refuse to sit at home waiting for news like some fragile thing that needs protecting from her own life." Kade sighed heavily, though something like reluctant respect flickered across his face. "She's not going to budge on this, Austin. Might as well plan around it instead of against it." We arrived near Elara's current hideout just after midnight, security surrounding the perimeter quietly while Austin's men moved into position, hand signals passing silently between them in the dark. "Stay in the car," Alder said firmly, though his hand