Divorcing My Ruthless Biker Alpha Mate

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rcing my chin up as Colt's furious face hovered inche

m his fist, locking my clear amber eyes onto his icy blue ones

in my eyes seemed to burn his skin, and h

hold, and stumbled back two steps. Standing straight, I brushed

title stitched on his shoulder that every outlaw on the interstate feared-

ly over. Glass and ashtrays shattered across the floorboards as he roared like a cornered beast.

t. I turned and grabbed Harp

k. Cool night air blew in from the stairwell, clearin

he corridor, his shadow swallowing mine as a low, feral growl ru

rked, the Alpha command in his voic

than an inch from my shoulder, when a shrill, r

etta's voice cracked, followed by the

His outstretched hand hung

head, watching the panic and hes

brief, conflicted look, then spun on his heel and

im drop to his knees beside Jetta, s

voice shook with a raw, naked terror he

angs knew that routine. Two years ago, during a highway ambush, she had taken a silver bullet meant for Colt-the only metal on earth

es halfway. Looking right over his broad shoulder, she curved

ging to him like a lifeline. "Colt... don't leave me alone... I can

eath and took a step forward to call o

turning sour at the sight. "Faking a dying heart is

essly into his arms and bellowed toward the stairs, "Clear the

so the pack kept its own trauma room beneath the clubhouse. Colt charged out of the office carrying Jet

me faded down the stairs. Standing in the empty hallw

d who swallowed black-market stimulants every morn

ders, turning toward the back stairs that led

om, I would write the separation con