Chapter 25
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The sun had barely risen over the ruins when we raced back toward the cabin. The new message burned in my mind like a brand: three more hybrids, each carrying fragments of my awakened power, coming for Leo and me.
I clung tighter to Ryker as the bike roared beneath us. His muscles were taut, one hand occasionally dropping to squeeze my thigh — a silent promise that he would tear apart anything that threatened us. The rogue Alphas rode in tight formation around us, their bikes growling like angry wolves.
The moment we reached the cabin, Ryker pulled me inside, Leo still safely hidden and untraceable in Selene’s sanctuary. The rogue Alphas followed, filling the space with their presence. The air immediately thickened.
Ryker spun me against the wall, his massive body caging me in. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Three more,” he growled. “We’re not waiting for them to come to us. We hunt them first.”
Kai stepped close on my left, his hand sliding boldly around my waist. “The bonds are stronger now. We can feel your power through them. Use us, Rhea. All of us.”
Jax pressed in from the right, lips brushing my ear. “You anchored it through Ryker on the ice. Let us share the weight completely.”
The curse responded to their words and touches, humming with dark satisfaction. Heat flooded my body as five sets of hands found me — Ryker’s on my hips, Kai’s on my waist, Jax’s on my back, Zane and Draco closing in with hungry intensity. Their touches were no longer hesitant. The broken pact and the curse had turned restraint into something raw and consuming.
I gasped as Ryker’s mouth claimed mine in a deep, possessive kiss. Kai’s lips found my neck, teeth grazing skin. The sensation was overwhelming — five powerful males focused entirely on me, their desire feeding the curse and stabilizing it at the same time.
For a few charged minutes, I let myself drown in it. Hands roamed. Mouths explored. The bonds between us glowed faintly with red energy, no longer painful but deeply intimate. The queen in me reveled in the power. The woman in me trembled at how completely they wanted her.
Ryker broke the kiss, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard. “Later,” he promised, voice rough. “When this is over, we finish what we started.”
The rogue Alphas reluctantly pulled back, eyes dark with unfulfilled hunger.
We moved to the main table and began planning.
“The hybrids are pieces of me,” I said, spreading out a map. “They’ll be drawn to Leo’s bloodline and my power. We can’t wait for them to find the sanctuary.”
Zane traced a route on the map. “We set traps along the most likely paths. Use the MC’s underground network to spread false information about Leo’s location.”
Draco nodded, still carrying the weight of earlier suspicion but determined. “I’ll reach out to my contacts. Quietly. No more leaks.”
Kai’s hand stayed on my lower back as we worked. “We stay close to Rhea at all times. The curse is strongest when we’re together.”
Hours passed in intense preparation. We reinforced the bonds deliberately — small touches, shared power, controlled flows of the curse between all of us. It grew more stable, but the pull between us deepened into something addictive and dangerous.
As dusk approached, my phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
'First hybrid is already close. It has your surgical precision and Ryker’s strength. It’s hunting the boy. You have until sunrise tomorrow. Come to the neutral grounds alone… or watch it tear through everyone protecting you.'
Ryker read the message and slammed his fist on the table. “We ride out together. No more ‘alone’.”
The rogue Alphas agreed instantly, their bodies pressing closer around me in silent support.
I felt the curse stir again, stronger now. The bonds were no longer just chains — they were weapons we could wield together.
We geared up quickly. Weapons, medical supplies, and the full force of the Blood Howlers MC mobilized behind us. As we mounted the bikes, Ryker pulled me close one last time.
“No matter what comes,” he murmured against my lips, “you are ours. And we are yours.”
The rogue Alphas echoed the sentiment with dark, possessive looks.
We roared out into the gathering night, heading toward the neutral grounds where the first hybrid waited.
The queen was no longer running.
She was hunting.
But as the wind whipped past us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the hybrids weren’t just coming for Leo.
They were coming to test the fragile balance we had barely begun to build.
And one wrong move could shatter everything.
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