All Chapters of Desired By The Biker Twins Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mira's pov Alina remained in the holding room for three days following Elara's sentencing, and every one of those days I found myself circling back to the same unanswered question. What exactly was I supposed to do with her now, when every instinct told me she deserved punishment but the facts kept insisting she'd also handed us the only real warning we'd ever gotten. "The council wants your recommendation," Baldric said, finding me in the garden where I'd taken to pacing whenever the weight of leadership pressed too heavy. "Given everything Alina's done, and everything she revealed." "She drugged Alder," I said flatly. "She staged that scene deliberately, knowing exactly how much it would hurt both of us." "She did," Baldric agreed. "But she also warned us about the charter clause, at real risk to herself. Without her, we might never have known Elara's true intentions until it was too late." "I know that," I admitted, rubbing my temple. "Doesn't mean I trust her." "Trust isn't w

Mira's pov Austin organized the baby shower without asking, insisting the estate needed something to celebrate after months of relentless chaos, and by the time the afternoon arrived, soft pastel decorations had transformed the garden into something almost unrecognizable from the tension that usually lived there. Streamers wound around the old oak trees, and a long table sagged gently under trays of food someone had clearly spent all morning preparing. "You didn't have to do all this," I told him, though gratitude thickened my voice as I took in the careful arrangements. "You needed this," he said simply. "We all did, honestly." Kade and Alder both showed up looking slightly out of place among the pastel decorations, though neither seemed to mind the teasing from pack members who found their discomfort amusing. "Never thought I'd see either of you surrounded by balloons shaped like baby bottles," Austin said, smirking as he handed them both drinks. "Never thought I'd survive long

Mira's pov "That's it?" I demanded, fury sharpening my voice despite the tremor running underneath it, my hand curling instinctively against the doorframe for support. "You dragged me here for a riddle?" "I dragged you here because you deserve to know the danger didn't start or end with me," Elara said, her voice steadier than I expected given her circumstances. "I was arrogant enough to think I could control forces bigger than myself. You'd be wise not to make that same mistake." "Give me a name," I said, stepping closer despite Austin's warning glance through the small window. "If you actually care about warning me, give me something real." Elara studied me for a long moment, something unreadable passing behind her eyes. "I don't have a name. Only a feeling, built from small things I noticed too late. The woman who supplied that drug moved with a kind of confidence that doesn't come from working alone. She had backing. Resources. The kind that don't simply disappear when one plan

Alina's pov They told me about my mother's execution that evening, Austin delivering the news with careful, clinical detachment, as though he expected me to shatter completely the moment the words left his mouth. The ankle monitor felt heavier than usual against my skin as I sat there, waiting for some feeling, any feeling, to finally arrive. I didn't shatter. I simply sat there, absorbing the finality of it, waiting for grief to arrive the way I assumed it should. It never fully came. Just a strange, hollow emptiness where grief was supposed to live. "Are you alright?" Austin asked carefully, clearly unprepared for my lack of visible reaction. "I don't know," I admitted honestly. "I spent my entire life terrified of disappointing her. Now she's gone, and I don't know what to do with everything I used to organize my life around." He said nothing further, simply leaving me alone with the strange, unfamiliar quiet settling over the room. Later that night, unable to sleep, I found

Kade's pov Austin's investigation moved carefully over the following weeks, quiet inquiries sent through contacts far removed from pack territory, each answer bringing more questions than clarity, the folder on his desk growing thicker with dead ends and half-confirmed rumors. "The compound belongs to someone calling themselves only by initials in every document we've managed to trace," Austin explained one evening, spreading printouts across Mira's desk. "V.K. Nothing more specific than that, no matter how deep we dig." "That's deliberately vague," Alder observed, frowning over the documents. "Everything about this operation is deliberately vague," Austin agreed. "Which tells me whoever V.K. actually is, they've had significant practice staying hidden from exactly this kind of scrutiny." Mira looked exhausted, nine months pregnant now, her due date pressing uncomfortably close despite the unresolved threat still looming somewhere beyond our understanding, one hand braced against