All Chapters of Desired By The Biker Twins Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mira’s POV By the time I woke up the next morning, I felt different in a way that was almost unsettling. The pain that had gripped my chest the night before was gone, replaced by a strange lightness that made me lie still for a moment, just to make sure it was real. I stared up at the ceiling and took a slow breath, then another. For the first time in days, my lungs didn’t feel tight, and my thoughts weren’t tangled. The constant pressure that had been sitting at the back of my mind had eased, leaving everything sharper, quieter, and somehow more under my control. I didn’t know if it was what the Elder woman had done or if it was simply the effect of finally making a decision, but either way, I held onto the feeling carefully, like something fragile that could disappear if I moved too quickly. After washing up and getting dressed, I was tying back my hair when a knock came at the door. Before I could respond, it opened, and the Elder woman stepped inside with the same calm, measure

Kade’s POV Eira walked toward me slowly, every step deliberate, controlled, like she had already decided how this conversation was going to go long before I walked through that door. She stopped just an inch away from me. Close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body, close enough for her scent to fill the air between us, familiar and carefully chosen, the kind of scent that used to linger on my skin long after she left. My eyes dropped briefly to the neckline of her dress before I forced them back up to her face, not because I was tempted, but because I needed to remind myself that whatever had once been there no longer existed. Because it didn’t. Not anymore. “I am your fiancée, Kade,” she said softly, her voice carrying that same practiced gentleness she always used when she wanted something. “How can you say something like that to me?” I held her gaze, unmoved. “I already ended things between us,” I said, my voice firm and unyielding. “And I have no intention of going

Mira’s POV “Stop right there!” The man shouted again, his gun trained directly on me, steady and unwavering, like he had already decided how this would end if I took one more step. What he didn’t know was that I had been much closer to death than this. More than once. And compared to that, a bullet didn’t carry the same weight anymore. Right now, I wasn’t afraid. So I kept walking. “This is your last warning,” he called out, his voice sharper now, more deliberate. “Stop right there and introduce yourself, or I will shoot.” There was no hesitation in him. He meant it. I didn’t even look at him. “You can go ahead and shoot,” I said, my voice calm, almost careless, as my hand reached for the door. “I don’t care.” “Hold your fire! That’s the boss’s daughter!” Another voice cut through the tension from inside the warehouse, urgent but controlled. A man stepped out, his eyes settling on me with something close to amusement, like he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or irritated.

Mira’s POVMy father hesitated.It wasn’t long, but it was enough for me to see it the resistance, the calculation, the quiet realization that I wasn’t going to let this go.I was the last person he wanted to have this conversation with.But he also knew something else.Once I made up my mind… I didn’t back down.“Fine,” he said at last, his voice tight. “We’re going on an operation. We’re hijacking a truck carrying a shipment of weapons into Crest Pack.”My brows pulled together immediately. “Crest Pack? What business do you have with them?”He exhaled slowly, like he was already tired of explaining. “That’s how this works. When an Alpha or anyone powerful has a problem they can’t handle openly, they hire us. We handle it quietly.”“So what’s the problem this time?” I asked.“We make sure those weapons never reach Crest Pack,” he said. “If they do, their Alpha becomes a target. And the kind of people moving that shipment…” He paused, his eyes hardening slightly. “They’re not amateurs.

Chapter 40 Alder's POV After Mira left the neutral ground, I had not contacted her since then. She needed time and I was giving her that time for herself. A part of me had been dying to know how she was doing. Every day that passed, I caught myself reaching for my phone, running her name through my mind, wondering if she was eating properly, sleeping well, if the bond was weighing on her the way it was weighing on me. But I kept reminding myself to stay away. That was what she needed. Space. Distance. A chance to breathe without either of us pulling at the other. I had respected that. Until the moment I was informed about her situation, and everything inside of me changed. The bond spiraled in a second. My wolf called out to her like she was the only thing that mattered to us, like the careful restraint I had built over the past weeks meant nothing at all. It did not matter how far I had pulled back or how disciplined I had been. The moment I heard her name paired with danger, no