Claimed By The Alpha Biker

I always loved early mornings in the garage. The smell of oil and steel, the quiet hum of the desert wind brushing against the rusted doors – it was my peace. I wiped sweat off my forehead, smearing grease across my cheek, and leaned back to admire my work. The Harley’s engine purred beneath my fingers, a deep, beautiful sound only a biker could appreciate. “Perfect,” I whispered, feeling a small smile on my lips. My dog-eared phone buzzed against the workbench. Liam’s name flashed across the cracked screen. "Coffee later? Need to talk." I chuckled. That was Liam, my only real friend in this dusty little town. I was about to text him back when a low rumble made my heart jump. I turned my head and frowned at the black SUVs pulling into the yard. They rolled in like silent predators, dark windows reflecting the morning sun. Something in my chest tightened. I didn't have any pickups or repairs planned for today. I dropped the wrench, wiped my hands on my jeans, and stepped out int

Days passed in a blur of confusion and pain. Jaxon had taken me, rough and mechanical, like I wasn't a human with emotions and feelings, just a tool to be used. My body felt strange, like something inside me was shifting. I woke up each morning with nausea rolling through my stomach, and my chest ached with a dull, constant throb. My mood swung like a broken gate in the desert wind – one moment I wanted to scream, the next I wanted to curl up and cry until there was nothing left inside me. I tried to hide it from everyone. From Blaze, who watched me silently each day as I trained with Kara and Caleb, the two warriors Jaxon had assigned to me. From Mara, the chef who offered small smiles whenever she saw me in the kitchen. And most of all, from Jaxon. He hadn’t spoken to me since that first night. He’d pass by in the halls without so much as a glance, his heavy boots echoing against the wooden floors. But each time he walked past, something in my chest tightened, a warmth blooming

Jaxon's POV The night air was sharp with the scent of desert sage and engine oil. I stood on the balcony, staring out at the moonlit sand dunes stretching beyond the gates. My fists clenched tight at my sides, knuckles white under my skin.She was gone.Blaze stood behind me, silent as always, but even without looking, I could feel the tension rolling off him. The others waited near the gates, shifting uneasily in the cold breeze, their breath misting under the full moon.“Tell me exactly how it happened,” I growled, my voice low and vibrating with fury.Blaze cleared his throat. “She packed light. No one saw her leave. She picked the lock at the west gate. Left no trail.”“No trail?” I turned on him sharply, my amber eyes narrowing. “She’s human. She bleeds and sweats like the rest of them. Her scent must be everywhere.”Blaze lowered his head in submission. “Yes, Alpha.”I turned away, breathing hard. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, restless and furious. Every part of me burned wi