Semua Bab RISE OF THE BIKER QUEEN: Her protector, Her ruin: Bab 71 - Bab 80

JAX'S POVThe moment Lena screamed, every light in the estate exploded, it felt as if the entire estate had been hit by an earthquake."Lena!" I lunged toward her or at least toward where she had been standing.The room was empty, the window behind her had been blown outward, the cold night air rushed inside.The Blood Moon hung above the forest like an open wound. My wolf immediately surged forward in pure fear, I had never felt him react like that before.Not even in battle or during wars. Marcus burst into the room seconds later, "The alpha wants everyone to..." his voice trailed off. He stared at the destroyed bedroom, then the shattered glass and then the claw marks that was carved into the stone walls."Oh God." He muttered. I was already moving, I jumped through the broken window and shifted before I hit the ground.My bones snapped into place, my muscles stretched and fur erupted across my skin.The transformation hurt, but i welcomed it. I hit the forest at full speed. Th

LENA'S POVI woke up with the taste of metal in my mouth. I didn't move for a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling above my bed and tried to remember how I'd gotten there.The last few weeks had become a blur of missing memories, strange voices, blood-soaked awakenings, and terrifying truths. Every morning felt like opening my eyes inside someone else's life.I could feel that the Blood Moon had changed something inside me like a door had opened somewhere deep inside my skin.And whatever was behind it was slowly waking up. I pushed myself upright and immediately regretted it.A sharp ache pulsed behind my eyes, the room spun for a moment before settling."Great," I muttered. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and froze.There was a package sitting on the small table near the window.My stomach dropped. I knew for a fact it hadn't been there last night.I had locked my bedroom door. Jax had personally checked the security around my wing before leaving.After Vivienne's esca

JAX'S POVThe heavy, suffocating smell of burning pine and wolf blood had long since cleared from the courtyard, but the ash felt like it had settled permanently inside my lungs.The man who ordered your father’s execution is standing inside Blackthorn right now.Raven’s accusation didn't just haunt me. It consumed me. It became a living, breathing thing that crawled beneath my skin, keeping me awake in the dead of night while the rest of the estate slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my face staring back at me from the smoke of the battlefield. The striking similarity was a physical punch to my gut, but his words were the real lethal blow. They threatened to rip my entire reality apart at the seams.I couldn't shake it off, I couldn't rest. Every hallway I walked down in the pack house suddenly felt narrower and tighter, like the stone walls themselves were keeping secrets, whispering about the monster sitting right at our dining table.If Raven was telling the truth, the ene

RAVEN'S POVThe weight of the mask always felt heavier after a battle, but tonight, the cold plastic resting against my skin felt like a death sentence.I sat on an overturned crate in the damp, rotting interior of an abandoned mill on the outskirts of Kingshade territory, staring at the floorboards. My fingers traced the edge of the mask sitting on my knee. I hadn't looked at my own reflection in years. I hadn't needed to.But seeing Jax and the paralyzing shock mirrored on a face that was a carbon copy of my own, had cracked open a door in my mind I had spent a decade locking down with iron chains.The pack thought I was a ghost. They thought I was a weapon forged in the dark, born from nothing but malice and tactical genius.They didn't know anything.They didn't know about the little boy who had crawled through the mud, bleeding and screaming, the night the Kingshade executioners slaughtered his mother.They didn't know about the freezing winter weeks I spent hiding in the holl

DANTE'S POVThe quiet inside the Alpha’s private study was always heavy, but tonight it felt downright suffocating. I was behind the massive mahogany desk, the glowing screen of my terminal casting sharp, blue angles across the walls. The pack house was still reeling from the Kingshade invasion, the smell of burnt drywall and ozone lingering in the vents like a bad hangover.Outside, the pack was demanding blood. Inside, I was drowning in variables I couldn't control.Jax was slipping through my fingers, his thoughts guarded, his loyalty suddenly smelling like sour doubt. And then there was Lena, the girl he was shielding with a desperation that threatened to upend our entire hierarchy. Everyone was looking to me for answers, but the deeper I dug into the logistics of how Kingshade had bypassed our perimeter defenses so flawlessly, the more the math refused to add up.Needing a distraction from the digital trail, I stood up and walked over to the reinforced vault in the corner of