All Chapters of Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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120: A failed marriage

Diane The silence in the palace was too heavy. It wasn't the peaceful kind of quiet—it was the kind that made your ears ring. I sat at my desk in the office, staring at my phone until the screen went black. Then I tapped it again.I had called Freda fifteen times. Every single time, it went straight to voicemail."Come on, Freda. Pick up," I whispered to the empty room.It wasn't like her. Freda was always there. Always here. She wasn't the type to leave without formal arrangements.She wasn't in her room this morning. She wasn't in the kitchen. She didn't even come to work and it was already afternoon. It was like she had just evaporated into thin air.My stomach twisted.There was only one person who would have an idea of where she was. But since morning, I had been debating with myself on whether or not I should go and ask him.Julian.I hadn't spoken to Julian since our big fight about wages. We were practically living like strangers in the same house. I didn't want to see him a

121: The hunger in the bones.

Diane.My skin felt too tight for my body. It started as a small itch in the back of my throat, but now it was everywhere. My hands were shaking. Not a big shake, but a fine, constant tremor that made it hard to hold a pen even in the office. My stomach was doing slow, painful flips.I needed that tea.I didn't just want it. I needed it. I wanted to feel that warmth of it sliding down my throat. I wanted the way it made my mind go quiet and my body feel light. Without it, the world was too loud, too sharp, and too cold.What is wrong with me? I thought, rubbing my arms. Why am I acting like a junkie? Because this was absolutely how junkies acted.Relax, Diane. It’s just herbs. It’s just a tea. I told myself over and over again.But the hunger in my gut said something entirely different.It was a dark, hollow craving that screamed for a fix.And Freda was still gone. That was the weirdest part. The one person who prepared my stuff had vanished into thin air. I had called her over and

122: Denial

DianeMy eyes were glued to the brown pack in Dom's hand now. The spicy smell of the herbs was floating in the small room. Even with the wrap, it filled my nose. My stomach gave a hard tug, practically begging for it."How did you get that?" My voice was just a dry whisper. I stepped toward him, my hand reaching out automatically.“Is that my tea?”“Take a guess?”"Oh… Dom, thank you. Please give it to me."Dom didn't move. He didn't hand it over. He looked down at the bright yellow envelope I was squeezing in my other hand."What is that?" he asked. His voice was low and even.My eyes followed, raising the thing up. "It’s... it's a letter," I stammered. My tongue felt heavy, making it hard to form the words clearly. "A letter from Freda. She left." I didn't have the time to go into deep details.Dom looked at the paper, then back at me. His face didn't change at all. He didn't look surprised or even ask why Freda left."What are you doing here, Dom?" I asked, trying to sound like the

123: The shell

Dom I walked away from Freda’s room, my boots making no sound on the stone floor. I left the door open behind me. I wanted the cold air to hit her. I wanted that grey smoke to stay in her eyes until she couldn't deny the truth anymore. Yes, I knew about Julian's vasectomy. I had known all this while that those fertility excuses were not her fault. I didn't come here to meddle around. I came for business, and somehow the business had deeply involved her and everything surrounding her. At this point, I needed Diane to wake up. There was only so much I could do to help her before I had to look out for myself. I had my own mission. I had my own reasons for being in this godforsaken territory. Don't even ask me why I wanted to help her. I know I'm not supposed to, and I have told myself that over and over again, until now. It was an invalid excuse. That was not even in my original plan. I was supposed to come here, know my way around, activate my return plan, and take what origina

124: A lovers visit

Julian "I don't care how much it costs," I growled into my phone as I walked down the long hall of the palace. "Just find that girl. Get the things done right. If she talks, we are all dead. Do you understand me? Find her!" I slammed the end button on my screen. My heart was thumping hard against my ribs. I was sweating through my expensive suit jacket. I walked down the corridor toward my private room in the west wing. Every step felt like dragging lead weights. Today had been hell. And the hell was evident in me. Everything about me screamed my predicament. I have to do everything myself. Every single thing. If I wanted a job done right, I had to do it myself. Especially with Zee on my neck, it was best if I did it myself. I reached my door. I unlocked it, pushed it open, and stepped inside. I froze. The breath caught right in my throat. Zee. He was here. Sitting on the edge of my bed. He was tossing a small, silver lighter up in the air and catching it. Over and over

125: No chances for loss

Julian. "Vegas Den?" I whispered, looking up at him. "Are you crazy?"Ok... Let me explain something about Vegas Den. If you live in Delta Park, you know about this place. It is the absolute worst part of the pack territory. It is an absolute hole of crime and sin. Decades ago, the previous Alphas tried to destroy the place. They tried to burn it down and get rid of the people there. But somehow, the owners always managed to keep the place alive. Even before I became the Alpha here, I read the old files. They tried to wipe out Vegas Den over and over again. But it was like the root of all evil. You cut one branch, and three more grow back. The worst part is, whenever the palace guards go in there to search the place, they find nothing. It just looks like a smoky bar full of regular people. But everyone knows it is much more than that. It is where the shadows hide. "Why do you want me to go there?" I asked, my voice trembling a little. Zee sneered at me. He looked at me like I w

126: A visit to the devil's hole

Julian The neon sign for Vegas Den buzzed. It was a sick green color. It cut through the thick, wet fog of the night. I pulled the black baseball cap lower over my eyes. The brim cast a dark shadow across my nose. I wasn't wearing my usual thousand-dollar designer suit. I wasn't wearing any of my polished leather shoes. Tonight, I wore a plain black hoodie. It wasn’t so cheap but it wasn’t screaming class either. I wore faded jeans. I looked like anyone else. Looked like a nobody. It had been forever since I had this feel. I hated it. It made my skin crawl. Two of my personal palace guards walked right behind me. They were dressed down too. They wore dark jackets, trying to look casual. But you could still see the bulk of their muscles. They still walked like soldiers. We stopped a few feet away from the entrance. The smell of the place hit me first. It was a mixture of cheap beer, sour sweat, and thick, oily smoke. It was disgusting. I took a deep breath. I adjusted the cap. M

127: Who you sort for

Julian. “Just like that? You went there asking for Rocco? Do you know Rocco?” Zee snapped. “That is a fucking secret place for fuck’s sake! Ain't no way they’re giving you Rocco like a plate of rice just because you ordered!” Silence. He was right. He was. After a minute of silence, "Who did you go there with?" Zee asked suddenly. His voice dropped, becoming dangerous. "My guards," I said, frowning. "Two of my personal men. I needed security—" "Are you completely stupid, or just voluntarily dumb, Julian?" Zee snapped. I could hear him slamming his hand against something on his end. "How do you go to a place like that with palace guards? For what? Why did you bring security?" "I wanted to be safe!" I shouted back, keeping my voice low so my men wouldn't hear me. "This place is dangerous! What the fuck do you want me to do? Bring myself like a lamb of sacrifice to the most dangerous place in Delta Pack?!" “There are people there! You ain't so important, Julian! Not m

128: Proud recognition

Julian I looked up through the thick grey smoke. A young man was standing at the top of the wooden stairs, looking right down at me. He looked quite young, maybe in his early thirties. He was dressed very simply, but he had a strange vibe around him. He looked dangerous. He had a cold smile on his face that made my stomach tighten. I stood perfectly still, my eyes analyzing him from his messy dark hair down to his boots. This guy didn't look like a regular street thug. He looked like the kind of person who could snap a man's neck while laughing about it. The young man started stepping down the stairs. His movements were slow and heavy. Every step he took made the old wood creak. "Who do we have here?" he asked. His voice was smooth, but it had a sharp edge to it. I swallowed hard. My throat felt like sandpaper. As the young man reached the bottom of the steps, the three massive bouncers instantly stepped aside. They cleared a wide path for him, bowing their heads. They looked li

129: A new kind of authority

Julian. "Right here, you're not the Alpha," he said, his voice like ice. "You are in my den. And I call you what I choose to call you. Here and now, I drop the Alpha title. I call you Julian." What? I let out another laugh, but inside, my heart was pumping hard. He was totally defiant. He was completely disrespecting my status in my own pack territory, but strangely, the more this Rocco guy spoke, the more interest I picked up in him. He had real balls. The balls of a real villain. He wasn't like the bowing politicians or the crying servants at the palace. He was the 'my rules only' kind of guy. Which was good. Rocco leaned back again, looking at the photos. "There are at least fifty plus biker gangs in your pack territory, Delta Pack. And amongst these fifty, at least forty-eight of them run their businesses very calm and friendly. They don't want trouble with the law. And the others, if there is any rival or violence, it is strictly within themselves. Bikers are not known for

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