All Chapters of MY ALPHA BIKER MATE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

CHAPTER 121 NOVA'S POVSome memories fade when you wake. Mine refuse to let me sleep. Three seconds. That is all I have.Cassian standing in front of me with a motorcycle helmet in his hands, his fingers brushing beneath my chin as he fastens the strap. That crooked grin."Hold on tight, Trouble."Three seconds.I must have replayed them a thousand times throughout the night. Every time I close my eyes, I see him smiling at me. It is not the careful smile he wears now. Not the sad one that never quite reaches his eyes. This smile has been effortless.And happy.Like he has not been carrying the weight of an entire pack on his shoulders. Like... I have something to do with that happiness.The thought makes my chest ache. The thought that I have taken that away from him is enough to kind of break me. I roll onto my side with a frustrated sigh. "Who were we?" I whisper into the darkness.The room, as always, offers no answer.By morning, I have decided that lying in bed feeling sorry

CHAPTER 123KILLIAN'S POVI have seen my brother survive wars. I have seen him stare down Alphas twice his size without flinching.I have seen him walk into impossible situations with the sort of calm that makes everyone else believe they will somehow make it out alive.But I have never seen him look this terrified.Not of enemies, prophecy or death. He is terrified of hope.I lean against the railing outside the garage, watching him wipe down his motorcycle for what has to be the third time that morning.It does not need cleaning. He just needs something to do with his hands. Across the courtyard, Nova is laughing with a group of children. One little boy insists she race him from the fountain to the training yard, and despite protesting that she will lose on purpose, she takes off running beside him anyway.The kid still loses. Badly. He accuses her of cheating, and she accuses him of having short legs.Five minutes later they are arguing over whether ice cream counts as a proper lun

CHAPTER 125 CASSIAN'S POVHospitals have a way of making time meaningless. Minutes stretch into hours, and hours blur into an endless cycle of footsteps, whispered conversations, and the rhythmic beeping of monitors that remind you someone is still fighting.Nova has not opened her eyes in twelve hours. Twelve hours since she collapsed in my arms inside that ranger's cabin.Twelve hours since she whispered my name like she was remembering how it sounds.I have not left her side once.Jason stands at the foot of the bed, reading through pages of notes for what feels like the tenth time. His brow furrows deeper with every page he turns."Well?" I finally ask.He looks up. "Physically, she is fine." I exhale a breath I had not realized I was holding. He does not let that last long. "But..."There is always a but. Jason closes the folder."Her brain is doing something I have never seen before."I frown. "The healing ritual did not erase her memories. It... disconnected them." He searche

CHAPTER 127 KILLIAN'S POVThe drive to the coast feels longer than two hours. Maybe because none of us speak. Or maybe because every mile carries another question none of us are prepared to answer.I ride ahead of the convoy, the cool sea breeze replacing the familiar scent of pine as the road descends toward the shoreline. Fishing boats bob gently against old wooden docks and white gulls circle overhead.Children chase each other along the beach, laughing as though the world has never known war.It feels... wrong. Like we have crossed into another life entirely. Jason finally slows his motorcycle beside a weather-beaten cottage overlooking the ocean."This is it." I remove my helmet and look at the tiny house."This is where the man who's been hiding for twenty years lives?"Jason shakes his head. "He was not hiding. He was forgotten."None of us have an answer to that.The old man is already waiting on the porch. He could not be younger than eighty. His gray hair is tied loosely

CHAPTER 129 NOVA'S POV"You think the compass is pointing to a place?" I ask, turning the old brass compass over in my hand for what has to be the fiftieth time."It is not pointing north anymore," Jason replies from the driver's seat of the truck. "It is pointing to something."Cassian glances down at the needle before returning his attention to the narrow forest road. The needle has not moved once since we left the compound.It remains fixed toward the dense stretch of woodland north of the pack lands.Whatever it is searching for, it knows exactly where it wants us to go."We are close," Beatrice murmurs."How can you tell?" Killian asks.She looks out the window. "The trees."We all follow her gaze. The forest has changed. The pines grow older here, their branches twisting together until they almost block out the afternoon sun. Moss covers ancient stones, and vines crawl over fallen trunks that look as though they have not been disturbed in decades.The air itself feels... older.