All Chapters of Desired By The Biker Twins Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Mira's pov Kade's silence the morning after Alina's confession said more than any argument could have, and I found him in the kitchen well before dawn, staring into a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. "You haven't slept," I said, settling into the chair across from him, our son finally down for a stretch of real sleep in the bassinet upstairs. "Neither have you," he said, though there was no real accusation in it, just exhaustion worn thin over something deeper. "You're thinking about Alina," I said. It wasn't a question. "I'm thinking about how convenient it is," he admitted, finally meeting my eyes, "that the woman who drugged my brother and staged that entire scene just happens to also be the daughter of the man trying to destroy us. That's not coincidence, Mira. That's leverage, and I don't understand why you're not more worried about it." "I am worried about it," I said honestly. "But I also watched her face when she told us. That wasn't performance, Kade. That wa

Kade's pov Austin's emergency briefing pulled everyone into the security office within the hour, the message from Kaine's phone displayed on the main screen for all of us to study. "We traced the number," Austin explained, exhaustion evident despite the urgency driving him forward. "Burner phone, purchased three towns over, activated less than a week ago. Whoever bought it knew exactly how to stay untraceable." "That's not the concerning part," Alder said grimly, studying the message again. "The concerning part is he knew Alina's private number. That's not something you find through public records." "Meaning someone inside gave it to him," I said, the implications settling heavy and cold in my gut. "Or someone inside is him," Austin corrected. "We already found one mole in the kitchen staff. There's no guarantee she was the only one." Mira paced the length of the office, our son thankfully asleep in the nursery under heavy guard, exhaustion and fury tangled together across her ti

Kade's pov I reached the rendezvous point first, chest heaving, adrenaline burning hot through every exhausted muscle, though relief crashed through me only partially the moment I spotted Jace stumbling through the trees moments later, a fresh graze bleeding along his shoulder. "Alder?" I demanded immediately. "Behind me," Jace gasped. "He drew two of them off toward the ridge, gave me a clear path out." Dread twisted sharp and immediate in my gut. "We're not leaving without him." We waited, tension coiling tighter with every passing second, until finally, Alder burst through the tree line, breathless and limping slightly, blood smeared across one temple. "You're hit," I said, already moving to check the wound. "Grazed," he corrected, waving me off. "We need to move. Now, before they widen the search radius." We retreated through the forest as quickly as Jace's injury and Alder's limp allowed, finally reaching the vehicle we'd left concealed nearly a mile from the compound's pe

Alina's pov The safehouse felt strange and unfamiliar, quiet in a way that pressed uncomfortably against my nerves despite the reassurance of Austin's trusted contact watching over the small property. "You should try to sleep," the woman, introduced only as Ren, said gently, setting a cup of tea on the small table beside the couch I'd been given for the night. "Whatever's coming, you'll face it better rested." "I doubt I'll manage much sleep," I admitted, though I accepted the tea gratefully, wrapping both hands around its warmth. Ren studied me for a long moment, something knowing and sympathetic crossing her weathered features. "Austin told me a little about your situation. Difficult, having a father like that. Doesn't matter how much distance you put between yourself and someone like him. That kind of blood tends to follow you regardless." "You sound like you understand that better than most," I observed. "I have my own complicated history," she said simply, offering nothing f

Alder's pov Austin's plan came together over the following hours with brutal, methodical precision, every detail scrutinized twice over given how catastrophically our last attempt at the compound had unraveled. "We go in at dusk this time," Austin explained, spreading fresh satellite imagery across the table, "when patrol rotations overlap and visibility works in our favor instead of against us." "How many of us?" I asked. "Six, total. Myself, you, Kade, Jace, and two of my most trusted enforcers. Small enough to stay quiet, large enough to actually handle resistance if things go sideways again." Mira paced anxiously near the window, our son thankfully settled with a trusted nurse for the duration of the mission, though the worry etched deep into her expression never once eased despite her attempt to remain composed. "I still don't like this," she admitted. "Any of it." "None of us do," Kade said gently, though determination hardened his voice despite the exhaustion clearly weig