All Chapters of THE REJECTED LUNA’S SECOND CHANCE WITH THE BIKER ALPHA: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Bella’s POV"Simply wasn't there anymore" isn't a real explanation, and I said so before I could stop myself."I know how it sounds." Thor braced a hand against the doorframe still catching his breath, sweat and dirt streaked across his jaw from the shift and the run. "I am telling you what I found. A clean trail, twenty feet and then nothing. No scent break. No struggle. It is like she stepped off the edge of the world.""Or something erased the trail behind her " my aunt said. "There are ways to mask a scent, methods the kind operatives were trained in before most packs stopped bothering with that kind of subtlety. If someone wants to make a trail disappear cleanly they would know how.""Then that someone has training." Draven had eased Frey into the chair by then. He straightened to look at my aunt directly something hard settling into his expression. "Training that specific does not belong to opportunists. It belongs to the organization that is hunting bloodlines for generations d

Bella’s POVThe face on the screen wasn't Jennifer's, and for one disorienting second I couldn't place why that felt worse instead of better.It was the elder.She sat in a chair, hands bound in front of her, her face bruised in places it hadn't been when Frey walked her to the guest room hours ago. Behind her, tile stretched pale and industrial under harsh fluorescent light, the same pattern my aunt had spent the last hour tracing back to a single facility."They're together," Draven said, voice flat with the effort of keeping it that way. "Wherever Jennifer is, the elder's there too."The video had no sound this time, just twelve silent seconds of the elder staring directly into the camera, something deliberate and steady in her expression despite the bruising, like she was trying to communicate something the video itself couldn't carry."Why send this at all," Thor asked. "If they wanted to scare us, showing Jennifer again would've been more effective. Why the elder instead.""Mayb

Bella’s POV"Give me the phone," I said, before my aunt had even fully lowered it from her ear."Bella." Draven's hand closed over my wrist, not stopping me, just steadying me. "Whatever she wants, this is her game. Remember that going in.""I know exactly whose game this is." I took the phone anyway, pressed it to my ear, forced my voice into something calmer than I felt. "This is Bella.""There she is." The voice came through pleasant, unhurried, exactly as I remembered it from the darkened facility corridor. "I confess, I wasn't certain you'd take the call. Most people in your position would let someone else absorb the conversation for them.""What do you want.""Direct. I appreciate that about you, genuinely." A pause, and I could almost hear her considering her next words with the same careful precision she brought to everything else. "I want you to understand the shape of tonight before you commit to it. You're planning to come for your two guests. I know this because I know you

Draven’s POV"You look tired," I said, stepping in front of Bella without quite deciding to. "Guarding a building this size alone must be exhausting work.""Alone." She smiled, the expression pleasant and utterly without warmth, exactly as it had been in the facility corridor hours ago. "You give me too little credit, Draven, and yourselves too much. Did you really believe three unfinished things in the treeline were the whole of what I brought tonight."Something shifted in the shadows behind her, more shapes resolving out of the dark at the edges of the corridor, not creatures this time but people, armed, still, waiting on a word I hoped none of us would give her reason to say."Where are they," Bella said, stepping up beside me despite every instinct in me wanting her a step behind instead. "Jennifer. The elder. Tell us now, and maybe tonight doesn't end the way you're clearly hoping it will.""Such confidence, for someone standing in my building, surrounded by my people, having al

Draven’s POV"We're not here to hurt you," I said, keeping my voice low, steady, the particular tone I used on anyone too frightened to hear anything past the first threatening word. "We need help. That's all.""Help " the woman laughed, short and humorless pulling us in and shutting the door behind us as if the street itself might be listening. I felt the slam of the door a reminder that we were now in a world of silence, leverage and favors. "Nobody comes to this door asking for help. They come asking for silence or leverage or a favor they intend to collect over. Which one are you?""None of those " my aunt said. "I am asking as someone who used to sit across from you at the table more times, than either of us probably wants to remember tonight."The womans eyes narrowed, studying my aunts face in the light of her hallway something shifting behind her expression as recognition settled completely."You look older " she said after a while."So do you.""Guilt does that." There was a