All Chapters of Desired By The Biker Twins Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Morning did not arrive with urgency. It unfolded the way trust does. Slowly. Quietly. Without announcement. Mira woke before the city stirred and lay still long enough to feel the rhythm beneath everything. The mansion breathed around her. Stone holding memory. Wood holding warmth. Silence holding intention. This was not the silence of fear or waiting. It was the silence of something confident enough to pause. She sat up and placed a hand over her abdomen. The twins responded in their own way. Subtle. Grounded. Alive. Their presence reminded her that the future was not abstract. It was physical. It had weight. It would one day ask questions. She rose and dressed without ritual. Leadership no longer required ceremony. It required consistency. Outside the window the city rested in that brief moment before motion began. Mira watched the streets below and saw not stillness but readiness. People moved later now. Not because they were careless. Because they were not driven by panic. Order h

Silence did not mean peace.It meant waiting.The city moved again. Slowly. Carefully. Like a body testing injured limbs after a long fall. Mira watched from the upper floor of the mansion. Not the balcony. Not the roof. From inside. Through thick glass. The kind that did not shatter easily.She had learned the value of barriers.The night before had ended without alarms. No sirens. No screams. No fire. That alone felt unnatural. Victory was never this quiet. Victory always echoed later.Alder stood near the doorway. Arms crossed. Weight balanced. He had not removed his jacket. He rarely did now. Readiness had become instinct.They are listening he said.Mira nodded. They always are.She turned from the window. The room behind her held maps. Old ones. New ones. Some marked. Some blank. The blank ones bothered her more. Unknown spaces always did.The council had not gathered yet. That too was intentional. She needed space. Time. Leadership required distance as much as presence.Inside

The city held its breath long before Mira stepped into its streets. She did not notice it at first. It was subtle. A silence threaded between buildings. The air felt heavier. People moved more deliberately. Every gesture careful. Not cautious out of fear. Cautious because the city remembered. Every stone, every street corner, every rooftop whispered of fire and loss. She walked among it with the twins pulsing inside her. Kade’s restrained fury and Alder’s calm vigilance threaded through her every step. Their presence was a compass. A warning. A guide.No guards followed her today. She wanted it that way. She needed to feel the city as it was, not how she commanded it. The streets were partially rebuilt, but they bore scars that refused to be erased. Buildings leaned with their own memory. Roads had cracks deep enough to catch wheels. Ash lingered in corners where no cleaning could reach. And yet life pushed through. Children laughed with reckless joy, dodging piles of rubble. Vendors

The city never truly slept. Even as the moon climbed high and cast pale light over the streets, Mira felt the pulse of life threading through every shadow. Footsteps echoed softly against worn pavement. Doors creaked in the wind. Somewhere distant, a dog barked, a warning or a question she could not tell. The twins stirred inside her, alert, coiled. Kade’s restrained fury hummed like tension in a taut string. Alder’s calm spread like a foundation beneath it, steady and unyielding. Together they measured the city, sensed the patterns, mapped the possibilities.Mira moved through the empty streets with the same deliberate precision she had learned in years of battle, in years of survival. Every step mattered. Every breath counted. The city had been tested before. It would be tested again. And she would be there, at the edge of everything, feeling the first tremor, seeing the first ripple, guiding the response with instinct and planning intertwined.The reports came slowly at first, scat

The city held its breath beneath the rising sun. Mira moved along the rooftops, careful, deliberate. Each step was measured. Each shadow observed. The twins pulsed within her, Kade’s restrained fire and Alder’s calm focus threading through her every movement. Presence alone shaped the city now. Every corner, every street, every alley carried her watchfulness.The previous nights had tested them. Rogue factions, disloyal packs, scattered enforcers—all probing for weakness. Each attempt had been met with controlled precision, with awareness reinforced through vigilance. And yet the city continued to hum with tension. Persistence demanded constant attention. Presence could not falter.Alder moved beside her, silent and steady. His gaze swept the streets below, observing the patterns, noticing the shifts. Mira felt the twin pulse surge, guiding her intuition, sharpening her senses. Every twitch of muscle, every breath, every shadow was mapped within her awareness. She was aware not just o