All Chapters of MY ALPHA BIKER MATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82BEATRICE'S POVFire has a language.Most people think it only knows destruction, that it devours without thought and leaves behind nothing but soot and regret. They are wrong. Fire remembers. It reveals what people try hardest to bury. It strips away the decoration until only truth remains.Tonight, truth is burning.I push my car harder than I should along the deserted road, my fingers white around the steering wheel. The old map folded in the passenger seat has been memorized years ago, but I still carry it with me. Superstition, perhaps. Or guilt.Probably both.The call that warns me the archives have been compromised lasts less than ten seconds."They know," the voice says, and that is it.Just enough to make my stomach sink.By the time I reach the clearing, flames are already licking through the windows of the ancient building. Thick columns of smoke fill the sky. I slam the car door and run as fast as I can.The heat strikes long before I reach the entrance. It wrap

CHAPTER 84NOVA'S POVBy the time we head downstairs the next morning, I can barely walk. My hands are wrapped around Cassian's as he manages to keep me upright.The mechanic is downstairs, and he looks up at the both of us, his eyebrows cocked. There is something about the way he suddenly smirks that makes me blush.Maybe... just maybe I should have let Cassian leave anything that had to do with sex until the next morning. But I am not that patient. And we end up taking the bed all the way to the center of the room as it rocks through the whole room."Is the bike ready?" Cassian asks, and the man nods slowly."The both of you were quite loud last night," he says, making me blush and practically hide my face behind Cassian's shoulder."Maybe you should get a new bed. You make enough money from this anyway."Cassian and the old man smile at each other, while I am practically dying of embarrassment. By the time we head outside, the bikes are waiting there, true to his words.I am more t

CHAPTER 86NOVA'S POVThe lodge sits high above the valley, built from black timber and pale stone, with banners from six allied packs hanging motionless in the cold morning air. Wolves patrol every balcony. Archers occupy the ridges. Guards line the entrance with expressions carefully scrubbed of emotion.I don't think that Cassian will eventually agree to bring me for the meeting with neighboring packs. But he does anyway. Everyone is armed, but they are still pretending not to be.Cassian's motorcycle growls up the winding road, the engine echoing against the cliffs before settling into silence. For a moment, nobody moves.Then I climb off the back. I remove my helmet, shake loose hair tangled by wind and speed, and blink against the mountain sun."Thanks for the ride," I say, handing the helmet back to Cassian."It would have been quieter without your commentary." He teases. He has been doing that more recently, I couldn't say I don't like it. It is even more fun that he is pract

CHAPTER 88BEATRICE'S POVThere are promises that are more than capable of killing. I carried one such promise for more than two decades.And every time I look at Nova, it grows heavier.The summit lodge has quieted after the poisoning, but the silence is deceiving. Armed patrols circle the perimeter. Lanterns burn through the night. Guards challenge even familiar faces with passwords that change every hour.I slip into the deserted chapel at the edge of the lodge grounds, grateful for walls that don't judge. The room is small, built from mountain stone polished smooth by generations of hands and whispered prayers. A single candle burns before an ancient carving of the moon.Footsteps echo behind me. "I thought I'd find you here."Killian enters without a sound. That is the one thing about the brothers. They move like panthers. Zero sounds in their footsteps. He closes the wooden door softly behind him.He stares at me for a moment before speaking again. "You've been carrying somethin

CHAPTER 90CASSIAN'S POVThe first thing to disappear is certainty. The second is air.At first, the change is subtle enough to dismiss. The lantern flames grow sluggish, their edges soft instead of sharp. My breaths come a fraction deeper than before, as if my lungs have begun bargaining for something they have always received freely. Within minutes, bargaining becomes desperation.Jason has already stripped off his jacket and wrapped it around one fist to cushion repeated blows against the stone wall. The impacts echo uselessly through the vault, accomplishing nothing except bruised knuckles and rising frustration."There has to be another passage," he mutters."There usually is," Killian replies while examining a row of ancient shelves. "The people who build places like this believe in escape routes.""They also believe in keeping secrets." Beatrice backs him. I can see why they are perfect for each other. "Which is exactly why there should be one."Beatrice nods. She has dropped