Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle

Allene’s POV I paced to and fro in my chambers as I waited for Leonard to return. It was past ten at night, the pack’s curfew hour. Leonard had arrived hours ago. I had gone to invite him to the rooftop, where I had arranged a modest dinner. I couldn’t let our fifth mating anniversary—an occasion that should have been grand—turn into nothing. It was supposed to be a big day. Even if Leonard acted as though he hadn’t seen the messages I sent him or the keys to the private hotel booking I had carefully arranged. But his guards had stopped me at his door, claiming he was with an important visitor. At that hour and past curfew. The unease I felt refused to settle, and I couldn’t help wondering if he was still with them. When I could no longer bear it, I left my chambers and headed toward Leonard’s. We were mates and were meant to share one room, just like his parents did. But Leonard had refused. Even intimacy with him was always forced and reluctant. He only came to m

Allene’s POV “How dare you, a lowly omega, reject me?” Leonard shouted, his voice echoing through the hall as his fury lashed out at me. He was enraged by the fact that someone of my status had dared to reject him when he did not want it. I said nothing as I turned to leave, but guards had already blocked the door I intended to escape through. Leonard must have summoned them through the pack’s mindlink, and since I was wolfless, I hadn’t heard it. I hadn’t even known when they arrived. “Don’t let her leave! Arrest her and throw her into the dungeons!” he roared. “And whoever dares to bring her food or water will answer to me—I will behead them! How dare you reject me, Allene?” He kept shouting despite how his strength was clearly failing him. This was nothing compared to the punishments and tortures he had put me through for five years—every single time he was intimate with another woman. He didn’t want to accept my rejection, and that alone was supposed to hurt him. A b

Allene's POV“During the fight at the two seas that intersect the rogue kingdoms, you lost two of your closest wolves to Leonard,” I said quietly. “He killed them after ambushing them. There was no formal declaration of war before he carried out his attack on your wolves, who were only returning from a duel with another pack.”Draven slowly raised his head to look at me, clearly startled by how I knew this. He walked towards his throne room while I followed and when I noticed the guard didn't follow, I could guess that he had told asked him not to though the pack's mind link.Women were never privy to political matters. They were always kept outside such discussions. And for someone like me, someone Draven had known for years to be abused, to speak of this baffled him.Once, he had wanted to help me escape from Leonard. That was after Leonard had humiliated and beaten me before the eyes of many during an Alpha gathering ceremony. But in the end, I had betrayed Draven. I had gone to th

Allene's POV“Leonard’s secrets are with me, Draven. And I know the best way for us to destroy him. Marry me, even if it’s just a contract marriage.”The words spilled out again, urgent and pleading, the only weapon I had left. I knew Leonard would move mountains to drag me back. He hadn’t accepted my rejection and the bond still burned between us like an open wound. Every time another man touched me, Leonard would feel it. As he would be feeling now.The same agony I’d swallowed for five long years while he fucked his way through half the pack’s willing women.Now it was finally his turn to choke on the pain of his own foolishness.But I couldn’t risk staying unbound. Not when he still had legal claim. Not when the council could force me back into his bed with one signed decree.I needed to belong to someone else. To someone whose authority no one would dare challenge. A rogue. A prince in exile and that person was Draven. Rogues answered to no tradition and bowed to no council edict

Allene's POVI didn’t want to think about what had happened with Draven.But my body remembered it anyway. I tried to get it out of my mind but I told satisfaction in knowing that Leonard would be in so much pain because of my intimacy with Draven.Every step away from the pack house felt heavy, like the ground was pulling me down. My chest still felt tight, my throat sore, my skin too sensitive. I could still feel his hands on me, then the sudden absence of them. The way he had looked at me like he was fighting something inside himself.Like I was the problem.I hugged myself as I walked, my bare feet brushing against the cold grass. The night air was sharp, carrying the smell of iron and sweat and smoke. Somewhere ahead, voices echoed. Loud. Commanding. Alive.Metal clashed against metal.I slowed trying to see what was going on.The field opened up in front of me, wide and scarred from years of battle and training. Torches lined the edges, their flames flickering wildly, casting sh