The Biker Alpha Who Claimed Me Again
Synopsis
Athena never imagined grief could hurt this much. Losing both her parents and the parents of her best friend in a single tragic accident shattered her world and the only person who could ease the pain was the one she could never have: Tristan Blackwood, her brother’s best friend, the enigmatic biker Alpha she had secretly wanted for years.
One night of weakness leaves them tangled together, hearts and bodies entwined but Tristan rejects her before she can even breathe. He calls her a sister, a mistake, a danger to himself and his world. Heartbroken, Athena escapes across continents, vowing to heal alone, far from the man who claimed her so briefly, so intensely, and so wrongly.
Five years later, fate isn’t so forgiving. Tristan returns more dangerous, more powerful, and more determined than ever. The bond between them hums like fire, pulling them toward each other with a force neither can resist. Athena wants to resist. She has to resist. But some bonds aren’t broken by distance, time, or pain…
Now, Tristan is ready to claim what he lost, and Athena must decide whether to risk her heart again for the Alpha who refuses to let her go.
Read
Chapter: Chapter fiveAthena The sun is barely up, but the clearing hums with life or maybe it’s just my heartbeat. My wolf thrums beneath the surface, restless, alive, coiling around the bond like a live wire. Tristan doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. The silence between us is electric, heavy with everything we didn’t say in the years I was away and everything he’s never been able to admit. “Move back into the house,” Tristan orders finally, voice low but absolute, the Alpha tone sharp and unwavering. My legs obey automatically, even as my wolf protests. We’re his. Always, in some way, even before he claimed me fully. The Razorback MC moves with precision, clearing the path, eyes sweeping every treeline, every shadow. My pulse hammers. Every sense is on high alert. Even after all these years, I’ve never been around him like this Alpha fully engaged, danger pulsing through his veins, and yet, aware of me. Me. Athena. His mate. The house is a large, rugged structure, surrounded by reinforced fencing an
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: Chapter four Athena The air thrums with energy wolf and engine combined and my chest feels like it’s going to explode. Tristan’s presence is magnetic, unbearable, yet grounding all at once. He doesn’t look at me, but I can feel every glance, every unspoken command, every pulse of his bond rattling through me. The approaching riders aren’t just any threat. They’re unknown, unmarked, and moving too fast to be civilians. The Razorbacks fan out, engines idling but ready, weapons discreetly at the ready. Tristan’s shoulders tense, and I recognize the warning in the tilt of his head, the subtle shift in his stance. This is him fully Alpha ,my Alpha and he hasn’t even spoken a word yet. “Stay behind me,” he orders, voice low but impossible to ignore. My wolf snarls. I don’t move. I won’t. “Now,” he says, sharper this time. I step back, chest tight, eyes never leaving him. Every nerve ending screams that this is exactly where I’m meant to be, even if every rational thought tells me I’m a liability.
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: Chapter threeAthena The bond doesn’t roar to life. It snaps. Sharp and sudden, like a chain pulled tight around my chest, dragging every breath from my lungs. My knees threaten to buckle as Tristan’s grip steadies me, his hand firm around my wrist, grounding and unyielding. The world narrows to him. His scent floods my senses smoke, leather, rain soaked earth, and the unmistakable power of an Alpha who has survived too many wars. My wolf slams against her cage, frantic and furious, demanding answers. Demanding him. “You feel it,” he says quietly, not a question. I wrench my hand from his grasp, stepping back even though every instinct screams not to. “Feeling something doesn’t mean I owe you anything.” His jaw tightens. “I know.” That stops me. Tristan Blackwood has never been known for restraint. Never for patience. Yet here he stands, hands open at his sides, posture deliberately non-threatening even as the bikers behind him shift, sensing the tension crackling in the air. “I didn’t c
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: Chapter twoAthena London doesn’t smell like home. It smells like rain, iron, and strangers who don’t know my name or my wolf. At first, that was exactly what I needed. Distance. Silence. A place where no one looked at me with pity or whispered my parents’ names like they were fragile glass. Five years pass faster than I ever expect. I build a life piece by piece. Finish school. Get a job I love. Learn how to breathe without the ache in my chest gnawing constantly. I tell myself I’ve healed. That the bond I felt that night in Tristan’s bed was just grief. Just desperation. I tell myself that because admitting the truth that my mate rejected me and my wolf never forgave him is too dangerous. Too raw. She never let me forget. Some nights, I wake up gasping, heat curling low in my belly, phantom hands still branded into my skin. Other nights, anger burns so hot I swear I can smell smoke. My wolf remembers everything. Every touch, every stolen moment, every rejection. Every pang of desire.
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: Chapter one Prologue Athena I can’t breathe. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, solid and scorching, and my lungs forget how to work the moment Tristan Blackwood moves inside me. Slow. Deliberate. Like he’s marking territory he’s always known belonged to him. My biker Alpha. My mistake. My ruin. The leather of his cut lies discarded somewhere on the floor, but the smell of him clings to the room engine oil, smoke, pine, and wolf. His hands grip my thighs like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go, lifting one leg over his hip as he pushes forward again. I gasp, fingers clutching the sheets. Grief hollowed me out today. Dug a pit so deep I thought I’d fall in and never climb out. And now he fills it with heat, with need, with a connection that feels too real to be happening. Moonlight spills through the open window, silvering the planes of his body. Sweat glistens across his chest, tracing the scars he earned on roads, in fights, and battles he never speaks of. His dark hair
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
LOGIN
