All Chapters of Bound By The Biker's Pack Outlaw Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Get her up on the steel table right now! a heavy set biker shouted, slamming the thick iron doors of the compound shut against the howling storm.She is bleeding all over the metal frame, Buzz! a younger outlaw yelled back, dragging Valerie by her bound wrists and throwing her hard onto the cold, rusted surface. Look at the crest on her clothes, man. That is a Blackwood uniform. I am telling you, she is a plant sent by Killian Vance to track us down.I do not care if she is the goddess of the moon herself, Buzz roared, pinning Valerie down by her shoulders as she writhed in pain. The lieutenant is suffocating on the floor over there. Where is the healer? Where the hell is Grim?I am right here, stop your damn barking, a gravelly voice cut through the chaotic shouting. An older, heavily scarred wolf walked into the center of the medical bay, tossing a stained leather pouch onto the table next to Valerie's head. He reeked of stale whiskey, cheap tobacco, and old copper. Move out of my w

A sudden, violent convulsion rocked the massive bed, throwing the heavy wooden nightstand against the stone wall. The dark bowl of herbal salve shattered on the floor, spilling its contents across the braided rug.Dominic! Valerie shouted, her clinical instincts instantly taking over as she lunged across the mattress.The outlaw Alpha was suffocating, his massive chest heaving erratically as thick, black blood began to pool at the corners of his lips. His dark eyes rolled back into his head, his tattooed arms thrashing against the sheets with enough raw, unguided power to crack the timber headboard.What is happening in here? Buzz yelled, slamming the heavy bedroom door open, his hand locked on the grip of his sidearm. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his leader. Oh, god. Boss!Get over here and hold his shoulders! Valerie ordered, her voice cutting through the panic like a scalpel. She pressed three fingers against the side of Dominic's neck, her face turning pale as she fel

Get to the basement bunker, Valerie, Dominic commanded, his voice a low, heavy rumble that shook the dust from the ceiling. He was already reaching for a heavy leather tactical vest, his freshly stitched chest flexing as he pulled it over his broad shoulders. This is a military extraction team. They are not here to negotiate.I am not hiding in another dark hole, Dominic, Valerie said, her voice completely steady as she stepped in front of him. I spent days starving in a cellar because of the men outside. I am not running from them anymore.This is not a debate, Dominic growled, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, possessive heat. He grabbed her arm, his massive fingers locking around her wrist. Killian Vance sent his elite guard. If they capture you, they will drag you back in chains. You are staying underground.The boss is right, Doc, Buzz said, slamming a fresh magazine into his automatic rifle as he ran toward the stairs. Jace is leading them. He has twenty heavy gunners with h

The powerful engine of Dominic's custom chopper roared through the misty mountain pass, the vibration humming straight up through Valerie's boots and into her bones. She clung to his thick waist, fingers digging into the heavy leather of his vest, feeling the massive heat of him radiating against her like a living furnace. His ancient Alpha aura wrapped around her raw silver whip scars, soothing the burn into something distant and manageable. They crested the highest ridge, where the wind tore the fog into ghostly ribbons. Dominic killed the engine. The sudden silence pressed down on them, thick and intimate. "Why did you bring me up here, Dominic?" Valerie asked, sliding off the bike onto the wet gravel. "We just branded Killian's Beta. The Blackwood pack is probably already mobilizing. We should be preparing defenses, not sightseeing." Dominic swung his long leg over the bike and stood at his full, imposing height. He walked to the cliff's edge, moonlight carving out the bruta

Valerie adjusted the sharp lapel of the charcoal grey double breasted suit. The fabric was heavy, flawless, and draped over her shoulders with the kind of structured elegance that only came from elite designers in the corporate central sectors. Dominic’s people had delivered the garment to her quarters at dawn, packaged in a sleek black garment bag with a simple note that read, Wear the armor.The fit is perfect, a low voice rumbled from the doorway.Valerie did not startle. She turned from the full length mirror, her heels clicking against the polished stone floor. I did not expect you to have access to luxury human fashion in an outlaw compound, Dominic.We run the borderlands, Valerie, Dominic said, stepping into the room.Valerie stopped, her breath catching slightly. The man standing before her was unrecognizable. The rugged, shirtless outlaw leader in leather biker vests was gone. In his place stood a towering, imposing figure clad in a bespoke, dark navy Italian three piece sui