All Chapters of Alpha Bratva: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Nikita:I was sitting on the edge of my bed when I heard my mother arguing with the guard outside. At first I didn’t pay much attention, I assumed she was trying to convince him to let me out, but then her voice rose and something in me went tight.“I am not asking for your permission to see my daughter,” she said.“Anya, Alpha Dimitri gave direct orders…” the guard started.“I heard what he ordered, and I am telling you that you are not going to keep me from her.” She said angrily. “And you can go ahead and tell that to your Alpha. Now fucking move.”Footsteps came down the hall, and I pushed myself up and watched the door as it opened. My mother walked in without waiting for anyone to announce her, and the guard didn’t try to stop her. She closed the door behind her and locked it herself. That small, deliberate motion made me frown.“Mom?” I said. “What are you doing here? What is going on?”She didn’t smile. She walked straight to my wardrobe and started pulling clothes out, laying

Alina:I lay in Dimitri’s arms until the house finally quieted. The amulet at my throat warmed against my skin, its moonstone pulsing faintly whenever I shifted.Dimitri’s arm was wrapped around my waist so tightly I could feel the steady press of him against my side, as if loosening his hold for even a second might make me vanish.I had told myself I wanted to sleep. I meant it. But thoughts kept moving through my head like restless animals, circling and refusing to settle.Dimitri wasn’t asleep either. I could tell by the way his fingers traced slow, careful patterns along my ribs, stopping and starting as if he were trying to map the exact place where I fit against him. His chest stayed tense beneath my cheek.For a long time we didn’t speak. Then I broke the silence because the question had been sitting in my throat all evening.“What’s going to happen?” I asked.His hand stilled. “With Asher?” he clarified.“With everything,” I said.He exhaled slowly. “I don’t know.”I lifted my

Dimitri:I didn’t sleep much.Alina finally drifted off against my chest, her breathing even and the tension in her shoulders easing, but I lay awake, staring at the ceiling and replaying the day.Some choices had been right. Keeping Nikita away from Asher until we knew who he was felt necessary. If the man she’d been seeing was the same Alpha who’d broken into Alina’s mind, I would never calmly watch her walk back into his arms without answers.Other choices had been wrong. Locking her in her room without explaining why, taking her phone, those were mistakes I couldn’t justify with fear. I’d let the role of Alpha give me permission to remove someone’s choices because I was afraid of what they might choose. Admitting that to myself was harder than anything I’d done all day.By morning I knew I couldn’t put the conversation off. I was going to need to make things right now matter how much I hated it.They were in the kitchen when I found them: Anya and Nikita, a suitcase by the door. Se

Asher:The moment the line went dead, I threw the phone.It slammed into the wall, the screen spiderwebbing on impact, and landed on the floor with a small, useless clatter. The noise should have helped, should have been a release, but it only made the anger louder.Dimitri’s voice still echoed in my head: calm, certain, the way a man sounds when he thinks he’s already won. Worse, Nikita had heard everything.I stood behind my desk, hands flat on the wood, breathing slow because anything faster would have made me lose whatever control I had left. My eyes burned gold; I didn’t need a mirror to know the wolf was close to the surface. He’d played me. He’d let me talk, let me reveal pieces I hadn’t meant to give away, and then he’d used those pieces against me.“FUCK!” I yelled. I swept my arm across the desk. Papers flew. A glass shattered, and I glared at the mess in front of me as if that was going to solve anything. The door opened and Daren stepped in, taking in the ruined phone and t

Dimitri:I reached for Alina’s hand before she could turn back to the window, closing my fingers around hers and pulling her attention to me.She looked tired, but it was not the kind of tired that sleep fixes, it was the kind that comes from carrying too many things at once and pretending the weight isn’t crushing you. I hated seeing it on her.“Asher is not getting to you,” I said, squeezing her hand. “Whatever he tries next, whatever game he thinks he’s playing, you are going to be safe. No matter what happens, you are going to be my main priority.”Her eyes stayed on mine. “You can’t promise that.”“I can promise I’ll do everything in my power to make it true.” I said softly.“That is different.” She said, raising an eyebrow.“Then accept that version.” I offered a small, stubborn smile. “Accept that your mate would rather burn the world to the ground before a hair on your head is hurt.”She let one of her own appear, faint and real. “You really hate admitting when you can’t contr