The Lycan Biker King's Obsession

Chapter 19

The message burned in my mind like a fresh wound.

“The widow escaped Elias. The hybrid is evolving again inside her. Midnight. Old pack house. Come alone or I start sending pieces of information about your little hiding plan abroad. The boy won’t be safe anywhere.”

Silence fell over the cabin like a heavy blanket. I stared at my phone, heart pounding. Ryker’s arm tightened around my waist, his body rigid behind me. The rogue Alphas exchanged dark, suspicious glances.

“How the hell do they know?” Kai growled, pacing the room. “We only decided on the abroad plan an hour ago. No one outside this room should know.”

Jax’s jaw clenched. “Someone is listening. Or the curse itself is leaking information. The widow had access to your blood for years. Maybe there’s still a thread we haven’t cut.”

Ryker’s golden eyes narrowed. “Elias or the widow had a tracker we missed.” He turned me in his arms, cupping my face. “We’re not sending Leo anywhere until we know it’s safe.”

I nodded, mind racing. The awakened curse hummed uneasily inside me, as if agreeing with their suspicion. “We change the plan. Completely. No direct flight. No obvious route.”

Draco stepped forward, his hand resting on my shoulder. “We create a decoy. Send a fake convoy east while we move Leo quietly west through neutral territory. Use old smuggling routes the Blood Howlers control. No phones. No digital traces. I know a witch who owes me a favor — she can lay concealment runes on the vehicle itself.”

Zane nodded. “We split up. Two of us with the decoy. The rest guard the real transport. No one outside this circle knows the real plan.”

Kai’s fingers brushed my lower back, a possessive touch that grounded me. “We’re not risking him because some traitor or lingering curse thread is feeding information to the enemy.”

The tension in the room thickened. Five powerful males surrounded me, their concern and hunger mixing into something potent. Ryker’s hand slid down to my hip, holding me closer. The broken pact and the curse’s binding made every touch feel heavier, more intimate.

“We leave at dusk,” Ryker decided. “Before midnight. Rhea, you stay with Leo and two of us. The rest will handle the old pack house distraction.”

I leaned into him, drawing strength from his solid warmth. “I’ll anchor the curse through you again before we move. It’s more stable that way.”

We spent the next hour refining the new plan in whispers. No phones for the real transport. Hand signals and old MC codes only. A human driver who owed Ryker a life debt would take a separate, heavily warded vehicle through back roads. The witch’s runes would make Leo invisible to tracking spells and scent for at least seventy-two hours.

As we prepared, the rogue Alphas stayed close. Jax helped me pack a small bag for Leo, his fingers occasionally brushing mine. Kai checked weapons while staying within arm’s reach of me. Their protectiveness had deepened since the ice rink — the curse binding us all tighter with every shared touch and battle.

Ryker pulled me aside into the small kitchen area while the others finished preparations. He backed me against the counter, body caging mine. “You’re burning power too much,” he murmured, forehead pressed to mine. “I can feel it draining you. Use me. Anchor it now.”

I placed my palm on his chest, letting the curse flow gently between us. Red energy pulsed softly, steady and controlled. The pain in my body eased, replaced by a different kind of heat as Ryker’s hand slid down my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“You’re getting better at this,” he rasped, lips brushing my ear. “But every time you do, I feel you deeper. All of us do.”

Before I could reply, Kai appeared in the doorway, eyes dark. “We’re ready.” He didn’t leave, watching us with open hunger. The others soon joined, filling the small space.

The air grew thick with tension. Five Alphas, all bound to me through blood, battle, and curse. Their stares were no longer just protective — they were possessive, waiting.

Jax’s voice was low. “When Leo is safe… we finish what the pact started. All of us.”

I shivered at the promise in his words.

Dusk fell. We moved out in two groups. The decoy convoy roared loudly toward the east, drawing attention. The real transport — a nondescript black SUV with heavy wards — slipped quietly into the forest with Leo, me, Ryker, and Kai.

The drive was tense. Leo slept between us, unaware of the danger. Ryker kept one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh. Kai rode in the back, his hand occasionally brushing my shoulder from behind.

Halfway through the journey, my phone buzzed with another unknown message.

“Clever decoy. But I still know where you’re really going. Midnight deadline still stands. Come to the old pack house alone… or the new hiding place won’t stay hidden for long.”

Ryker’s grip tightened on the wheel. “How?”

Kai cursed from the back. “The curse. Or there’s a traitor closer than we thought.”

I stared at the message, the awakened power stirring uneasily inside me. The widow — or whoever was behind this — was always one step ahead.

We changed routes again, taking an even more obscure path through neutral witch territory. The concealment runes glowed faintly on the windows, hiding us from sight and scent.

But as the miles passed, I felt the curse pulling tighter on all of us. Every shared glance, every protective touch, strengthened the bonds.

Leo stirred, whispering sleepily, “Mommy… the bad lady won’t find us?”

I kissed his forehead. “Never again, baby.”

By the time we reached the rendezvous point with Selene’s contact, night had fully fallen. The handoff was swift and silent. Leo was transferred into a warded vehicle that would take him to the remote mountain sanctuary.

As I watched the taillights disappear into the darkness, tears burned my eyes. Ryker pulled me against his chest. Kai, Jax, Zane, and Draco surrounded us, their presence a wall of heat and loyalty.

“He’ll be safe,” Ryker murmured. “Now we end this.”

Midnight was approaching.

The widow was waiting at the old pack house with her evolving hybrid.

And someone — or something — was still feeding her information from the shadows.

The queen had secured her son.

Now it was time to face the final monster.