Rebirth of The Biker Alpha's Bride
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Evander, Lilith, and the rest of the bikers followed behind us.
Inside the biker clubhouse, neon lights glowed over a small stage where strippers in provocative fishnet dresses danced to pounding music. The air was thick with smoke, sweat, and alcohol. Men crowded around tables, laughing and shouting, while dollar bills, leather, and raw energy filled the room.
The moment we were noticed, everything paused. The music and all other noise died down. Even the strippers stopped dancing. Everyone rose to their feet and bowed deeply.
“Welcome, President Aldrich,” they echoed. “And congratulations on your marriage.”