The Alpha Bikera Secret Twins

CHAPTER SEVEN: KNOX

The alley was a nightmare made real. Rain plastered my hair to my Rain-slickedoaking through every layer of clothing, but I barely felt it. My wolf roared beneath my skin, claws scraping the concrete as I faced the three figures in front of me. Two of them were rogues—muscle-bound, armed, trained to kill, and smiling like they already thought the twins would never see another sunrise. But it was the third figure that made my blood run cold.

Red eyes. Tall, silent, lethal. The kind of predator that didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate, and didn’t bleed. I knew that face. Knew those eyes. And my gut told me that this fight was going to cost more than just broken bodies.

“Blackthorn,” the tallest one said, voice like gravel. “You shouldn’t have come alone. Your kids are… very tempting.”

I bared my teeth, claws flexing instinctively. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

The rogues didn’t answer. They lunged. Fast.chancesast.

The first one came at me with a crowbar. I shifted slightly, letting my wolf instincts guide my movements. I sidestepped, grabbed his arm, and slammed him into the alley wall. Concrete cracked. Rain splashed. His teeth clenched in frustration, and before he could recover, I swung my fist, connecting hard with his jaw. He crumpled.

The second one was behind him, knife flashing. I pivoted, catching his wrist mid-swipe, twisting, and sending him sprawling into a dumpster.

But it wasn’t enough. My wolf was telling me there was another threat—a silent one—watching from the shadows, waiting for me to make a mistake. I didn’t need to see him to feel him, to know Thereura of danger radiating like heat off the asphalt.

“Stay back!” I roared at him, my voice carrying over the rain. “I warned you.”

The figure stepped forward. Calm. Controlled. Every movement precise. “Knox Blackthorn,” he said, vTheresmooth like silk. “I’ve been expecting you.”

My claws flexed. My fangs descended. “Who sent you?” I demanded. “What do you want?”

He smiled. Thin, cruel, like a knife across skin. “You realThereink you can protect your precious family forever? They belong to the Council.”

I froze.

Every muscle tensed. My wolf snarled. My mind screamed at me to go back to Riley, to the twins. But these rogues were just the beginning. If the Council was behind this, it wasn’t going to stop at threats. They would come for everything—and they had resources I couldn’t even imagine.

The first rogue lunged again. I barely had time to react, pivoting and striking his side with the full weight of my fist. Rain mixed with blood, sprayed across the alley wall. The second followed, knife raised. panickedan thought, slower than lightning, but I blocked, twisted, and sent him into the concrete wall.

And then the third—the red-eyed one—finally made his move.

He didn’t attack directly. He circled. Waiting. Watching. Studying me. And then he smiled. That goddamn smile that made my blood run cold.

“You’re Alpha,” he said quietly. “But even Alphas bleed, Knox. Even strong ones fall.”

I growled low in my throat. My claws dug into the asphalt. I shifted fully, wolf claws scraping the concrete, fangs descending, silver eyes glowing in the rain like fire reflected in water.

The twins. Riley. I thought of them, the bond tightening in my chest, guiding me, fueling me. No one touches them. Not now. Not ever.

I lunged at the rogue nearest to me, striking with everything I had. The fight was a blur of rain, concrete, claws, and blood. My wolf instincts guided me, made me faster, stronger, sharper. But the red-eyed figure didn’t move like a normal human or even a normal wolf. He was different—something older, something trained to anticipate every move, to counter every strike.

He caught my fist mid-swing. His grip was cold, crushing, unnatural. I tried to pull back, but he held firm. My fangs sank into his arm. Pain shot through my jaw, blood spattering in the rain.

And then he smiled again.

“You’re predictable,” he said softly, almost teasing. “Too predictable, Alpha.”

I snarled, yanking back, shifting partially, wolf claws raking through his shoulder. He barely flinched.

I realized then that brute force alone wasn’t going to win thisTheret. Strategy, speed, and wit were the only chance I had.

The other rogues had gotten up, circling, weapons raised. I could feel thisanger boiling, claws scraping the ground, fangs itching for blood. But I couldn’t let it consume me—not fully. My focus needed to stay on survival and the kids.

I dove toward one rogue, striking his wrist with my elbow, sending the knife flying. The other rogue rushed me from the side. I pivoted mid-air, clawing his chest as I landed. Rain and blood mixed, slicking the concrete beneath my feet.

And then… something moved in the corner of my eye.

Not human. Not rogue.

A shadow, sleek, fast. Something approaching the apartment. SomThereg that smelled like death, like fire, like rage bottled into a predator.

I stopped, senses screaming.

Riley. The twins. Someone else.

“Knox!” a familiar voice yelled, sharp, full of fear.

My heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t Riley’s voice. It was… Mara’s. My human friend who knew the truth about everything.

She was running, soaked, clutching something in her hands. Papers? A laptop? She looked terrified, panicked.

The red-eyed figure saw her too. His attention flicked. And that’s all it took.

He shifted fully—tall, lean, wolf form, eyes glowing brighter, muscles rippling—and sprinted toward her with a speed that made my blood freeze.

I didn’t hesitate. I launched myself after him. Claws scraping concrete, fangs bared, rain soaking us both.

The alley became a blur of movement, teeth, and claws. I tackled him midstride, fangs snapping inches from his neck. His body twisted unnaturally, countering every move I made. He was fast—unnaturally fast—but I was Alpha. My bond with Riley and the twins burned through me, lending strength, focus, and pure instinct.

We crashed into the side wall of the alley. Concrete cracked, metal bins toppled, rain hissing against our bodies. My wolf roared inside me, primal, furious, demanding victory.

But then… a second shadow appeared.

Not a rogue, not one of his. Something else. Something bigger.

It leapt from the rooftop above, landing directly in front of me. Fangs bared, silver eyes blazing, fur wet with rain. A growl vibrated in my chest—not mine, not human.

And then I recognized the scent.

A wolf. My wolf. But… not my pack.

The red-eyed figure froze, snarling.

I froze, heart hammering in my chest, because the scent… the sheer, overwhelming presence of power…

It wasn’t one wolf. It was a pack.

And they were coming for me.

For the twins.

For Riley.

And in that moment, I realized, with a cold, gut-wrenching certainty, that tonight would not just end in a fight—it would ignite a war that would destroy everything I had tried to build.

The rain fell harder, pounding the asphalt like a drum of doom. My claws dug into the concrete. Fangs clenched. Heart pounding.

And then, from the shadows of the rooftop, a single figure stepped forward. Cloaked, silent, dripping wet, and taller than any human should be. Eyes glowing, a faint scar across the cheek glinting in the dim light.

And I knew, instantly, without a doubt, that if he took one step closer, everything I loved—Riley, the twins, my pack—would burn.

“Knox Blackthorn,” the figure said, voice carrying over the storm, “you should have stayed in Seattle. Now… everything ends tonight.”

My wolf roared.

And I knew… there was no turning back.