All Chapters of Bound By The Biker's Pack Outlaw Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The heavy mahogany door of the private VIP lounge had barely clicked shut behind Valerie and Dominic when the lock violently rattled. The door burst open, and Killian Vance stumbled into the luxury suite. His immaculate white designer suit was disheveled, the front of his shirt damp with sweat, and his face pale. He slammed the door behind him, locking it with a trembling hand before spinning around to face them.Valerie! Wait! Please, just stop for one second and listen to me! Killian gasped, his voice thin, stripped entirely of the arrogant authority he had wielded hours before. He clutched at the left side of his chest, his fingers digging into his jacket as his chest heaved. Ah... damn it, it burns. What did you do to the bond? Why does it feel like my heart is being crushed in a vise?Valerie did not flinch. She stood near the marble bar, her green and charcoal suit looking pristine under the lounge's soft lighting. She picked up a crystal flute of champagne, her movements slow a

Open the glass doors, Valerie! Please, I am begging you, look at the monitor! Killian’s voice shattered the sterile quiet of the mountain fortress reception bay, blasting through the intercom system. He slammed his bloody palms against the reinforced glass, his face twisted in a mask of pure horror. Behind him, two weakened Blackwood guards held a gurney bearing a pale, motionless teenage boy whose chest barely rose. He is coding! His heart is shutting down! You predicted this three years ago, you said the genetic collapse would strike the heart first! Save him!Valerie stood on the opposite side of the decontamination barrier, her emerald green and charcoal suit sharp and untouched by the chaos. She did not press the release button. She simply held her datapad, her eyes scanning the digital vitals syncing from the gurney's portable monitors.His cardiac rhythm is sitting at twenty eight beats per minute and dropping, Alpha Vance, Valerie said, her voice dropping like a block of ice i

It looks like a burning brand, but it does not hurt anymore, Valerie said, her fingers lightly tracing the gold rimmed contours of the Royal Mark on the side of her neck. She stared into the floor to ceiling mirror of the sovereign suite, the morning light cutting sharply across her emerald veined dress. I never asked for this mark, Dominic. I wanted my freedom from the packs, not a permanent anchor to their throne.You needed power to survive, little doctor, Dominic said, his massive frame moving into the reflection behind her. His tailored navy suit jacket was unbuttoned, his large, warm hands coming to rest firmly on her shoulders. Now you have it. The mark is not a shackle, it is the receipt of your victory. The entire Lycan race watched the High Council kneel to you yesterday. You own the board.Owning the board means everyone is waiting for me to make a mistake, Valerie said, turning around to face him, her eyes locking onto his dark gaze. Killian is broken, Cynthia is in the mi

Two minutes to the drop zone, Sovereign! Thorne shouted over the deafening roar of the stealth chopper's twin rotors. He racked the bolt of his heavy tactical rifle, the metallic sound echoing through the dark cabin. The thermal sensors are picking up eight heavy signatures inside the central courtyard of the old Blood Moon ruins. They have fortified the upper arches!Valerie did not answer immediately. She stood near the open side bay door, her emerald and charcoal suit covered by a dark, tactical kevlar vest. Her hair was pulled back tightly, her eyes still glowing with the golden residual fire of her neural sync with Dominic. Below them, through the heavy rain and thick fog, the jagged, broken stone spires of the ancestral Blood Moon territory rose like decaying teeth against the night sky.Look at it, Valerie said, her voice dropping into a razor sharp register that easily cut through the wind. Three years ago, I was dragged through those courtyard gates in iron chains. I was made

The heavy granite doors of the cavernous chamber inside the Hollow Mountain groaned open with a deafening, ancient rumble.Dominic and Valerie walked side-by-side, their steady footsteps echoing across the pitch-black obsidian floor. The air was cold, thick with the damp smell of stone and century-old dust. High above them, suspended on three colossal carved stone platforms, sat three towering figures wrapped in ancient, threadbare crimson hides.You walk into the sacred Hollow Mountain unbidden, outlaw, a harsh, rattling voice rasped from the center platform. The speaker was a withered, gaunt figure whose pale skin was mapped with black veins. We are the Venerable Elders of the First Lineage. For five hundred years, we have guided this continent from the dark.So the High Council politicos were just a distraction, Valerie said, stopping at the center of the hall. Her dark designer suit was immaculate, her golden tinted eyes fixing on the three figures above with cold, clinical precis