Alle Kapitel von Desired By The Biker Twins Alpha: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Mira's pov The course stretched ahead of us, obstacles built for speed and raw power, exactly the kind of trial designed to favor someone who hadn't spent the last five months growing another life inside her. Alina surged ahead immediately, vaulting over the first barrier with practiced ease while I moved more carefully, feeling the extra weight shift my balance with every step. "Use leverage," Austin's voice echoed in my memory. "Not force." I reached the rope wall Alina had already scaled and found my footing methodically instead of rushing, using the wall's angle to pull myself up rather than relying on upper body strength alone. By the time I cleared it, Alina had a significant lead, but I refused to let panic set in. The next obstacle was a series of weighted bags meant to be carried across an uneven field. Alina hoisted hers easily, muscles honed from years of training, while mine felt impossibly heavy against my already strained body. I adjusted, distributing the weight l

Mira's pov The strategy trial took place in the council chamber itself, a long table set up with both competitors seated across from a panel of elders ready to present scenario after scenario testing our judgment as potential leaders. Alina looked rattled the moment the first question was read aloud, clearly expecting something entirely different from what actually came out of Baldric's mouth. "A rival pack threatens war over disputed territory. Outline your response," Baldric said. I answered methodically, drawing from everything Alder and Austin had drilled into me, weighing diplomacy against strength, considering long term consequences instead of just immediate advantage. Alina stumbled through her answer, clearly working from memorized responses that no longer matched the actual question being asked. Round after round played out the same way, Alina growing more flustered with each mismatched answer while I methodically worked through scenarios I'd genuinely prepared for, unde

Alder's pov The hospital lights felt too bright, too clinical, after the chaos of smoke and flame we'd just dragged Mira out of. I paced the hallway outside her room, my hands still shaking from pulling debris off her body, my mind replaying the sound of that beam cracking overhead again and again. Kade sat slumped in a chair nearby, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like he could will good news into existence through sheer focus alone. "She has to be okay," he muttered, not really talking to me, more to himself. "She has to be." Neither of us spoke for what felt like hours, though the clock on the wall insisted it had only been forty minutes since the doctor disappeared behind that door. Finally, it opened, and the doctor stepped out, her expression giving nothing away immediately, which nearly stopped my heart entirely. "Mira is stable," she said, and the relief that crashed through me nearly buckled my knees. "She suffered smoke inhalation and a fractured collarbone f

Alina's pov I watched my mother get dragged away in front of the entire council, stripped of everything she'd worked years to secure, and something inside me finally snapped clean in half. Everything I'd been groomed for since childhood, gone, handed instead to a girl who hadn't even known she was cartel blood until a few months ago. "You need to accept this gracefully," my mother hissed at me before they escorted her out, her wrists bound, her composure finally cracking under the weight of her own failure. "Find another way to secure your place, Alina. Don't let everything I built for you go to waste." I didn't answer her, watching in silence as they led her from the chamber, my future crumbling right alongside hers. Later that night, alone in my room, I replayed everything obsessively, searching for some angle, some path forward that didn't end with me completely irrelevant in a pack I'd spent my whole life preparing to lead. That was when my thoughts drifted, unbidden, toward

Alina's pov Getting close to Alder proved easier than I expected, mostly because Mira, drowning in cartel responsibilities and recovery, had no idea how much time he actually spent handling logistics that overlapped with pack matters I still had access to. "We need to coordinate the security transition," I told him one afternoon, catching him alone in the clubhouse office while Jace ran errands elsewhere. "Since my mother's departure left several gaps in protocol nobody's closed yet." He eyed me warily, understandably suspicious given everything between our families. "I'm surprised you're still involved in pack matters at all." "I may have lost the cartel," I said carefully, keeping my tone light despite the venom simmering underneath, "but I still care about this pack. Surely you understand wanting to protect what matters, even after losing everything else." Something flickered across his face at that, sympathy maybe, and I filed it away carefully for later use. Over the followi