All Chapters of Bound By The Biker's Pack Outlaw Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain came down in freezing jagged sheets turning the packhouse courtyard into an ice bath. Valerie stood dead center in the dark her fingers locked so tightly around the edges of the ceramic platter that her knuckles were completely white. Inside the towering stained glass windows of the grand hall blazed with gold light. The bass from the music vibrated right through the soles of her wet shoes shaking the surface of the roasted lamb and wild herb dinner she had spent six hours preparing.The heavy oak doors groaned open. It wasn't Killian.Beta Vance stepped out onto the stone porch dry pristine and sneering. He didn't even bother walking down the stairs into the downpour.You're wasting your breath standing out here Valerie Vance called out over the thunder. Hand them over.Valerie blinked the rainwater from her eyelashes her voice raw. Hand what over? Where is Killian? He told me we were meeting at eight. It's our anniversary Vance.Vance let out a sharp mocking laugh that was

The heat from the packhouse basement incinerator roared a hungry orange beast behind the iron grate. Valerie stood paralyzed her breath hitching as she watched Mira an Omega she had personally treated for chronic lung congestion just three months ago dangle a leather bound stethoscope over the flames.Mira please Valerie whispered her voice trembling. That was a gift from my mentor. It is not pack property. It is mine.Mira's face once full of gratitude was now twisted into a mask of cruel mockery. Nothing is yours anymore Valerie. Alpha Killian was very clear. You are a thief. Why would a thief need a doctor's tools?I am not a thief! You know that! Valerie stepped forward but a pack guard's hand slammed against her chest pinning her back.Alpha's orders Doctor the guard sneered. Clear out the trash.Mira let out a sharp jagged laugh. This is for all the times you made us wait in the lobby while you tended to the warriors. Hope the fire likes the taste of your ego.With a flick of he

Get up, 402! On your feet before I drag you out by your hair! The iron toed boot of an enforcer slammed into the base of the thin, moldy mattress. Valerie jolted awake, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The basement cell was tiny, barely a closet, and now it was filled with the overwhelming scent of aggressive Alpha tier enforcers. What is happening? Valerie gasped, shielding her eyes from the blinding beam of a tactical flashlight. I'm supposed to be in the kitchens in ten minutes. I haven't done anything. Shut it, thief, Enforcer Jace spat. He was the same man she had treated for a broken femur a year ago. Now, he looked at her with pure, unadulterated loathing. Search the room. Tear everything apart. Search? For what? Valerie scrambled into the corner, her tattered servant's tunic clinging to her cold damp skin. Jace, look at me! Why are you doing this? Move her! Jace barked, ignoring her plea. Two guards grabbed Valerie by the arms, hoisting her up an

The iron door at the end of the basement corridor didn't slam this time. It clicked. A pair of soft, shuffling footsteps hesitated outside the bars of Valerie's cell, cutting through the heavy, freezing silence.Valerie didn't move. She lay curled on the damp stone, her wet clothes stiff against her skin, the silver whip wounds on her back throbbing with a dull, white hot fever.Valerie? Child, are you awake?The voice was a cracked, trembling whisper. Valerie forced her eyes open, her vision blurry as she looked up. It was Martha, the elderly Omega who had spent forty years washing linens in the packhouse underbelly.Martha? Valerie's voice was barely a rasp. Get away from here. If Jace catches you.Hush now, Martha interrupted, her wrinkled hands shaking as she reached through the rusted bars. She pressed something hard and wrapped in a rough cloth into Valerie's bleeding fingers. Eat this. It's just a piece of dry crust from the morning baking, but you're starving, child. You won't

The lightning struck so close to the abandoned outer slum clinic that the rusted iron window bars rattled in their frames. Valerie lunged through the rotting doorway, her soaked tunic clinging to her bruised skin. She slammed the heavy steel door shut and threw the ancient iron deadbolts just as a massive fist crashed against the outside panels.Open the door, 402! Jace screamed from the rain drenched street, his voice muffled by the thunder. You have nowhere left to run! The Alpha knows you stole that scalpel! Open this door right now or we will tear this entire building down with you inside!Go back to your master, Jace! Valerie shouted back, her voice raw as she dragged a heavy, rusted metal desk across the concrete floor, jamming it firmly under the door handle. There is nothing left for you to take from me!You are a federal pack prisoner! Jace roared, throwing his weight against the steel, making the deadbolts groan. You don't make demands! Enforcers, get the axes! Break it down