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Stuck between love and Friendship
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The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire The watcher's Denial
Kianna’s POVI woke to the buzz of my phone on the nightstand, Lesley still snoring softly across the room. My eyes were a bit swollen from all the crying I did last night. Then the screen of my phone lit up like a flare: “FORUM ALERT!! Anonymous had made a new post.My stomach dropped before I even opened it.The post was made at exactly 6:47 am this morning. Subject: BETRAYAL IN THE RAIN. Kianna Martin betrayed Lysander Wilson. Attached to it was a 4K CCTV clip, timestamped 5:12 p.m. yesterday.The thumbnail froze my blood: me in the courtyard, rain-soaked, shoving the portrait at Lysander’s chest as his face crumpled. My mouth was open mid-scream and the angle was perfect—wide and high, from the sculpture-studio roof cam. The clip had already racked up thousands of views and hundreds of comments. Most of them were definitely judging me.Some says;“She used him then dumped him in the rain.Classic.” “Lysander’s a scholarship kid, how does he afford the heartbreak?” “Mordre
The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire The shattered Friendship
Kianna's Pov:The rain started the moment I stepped out of the gallery, a cold, sudden downpour that soaked through my hoodie in seconds. I didn’t run, I couldn’t. The portrait Lysander had drawn for me was still clutched in my arms against my chest, the paper had already started warping under the water. I stared at it, at the soft charcoal eyes he’d given me, and felt something inside crack wide open.I had gone back for it despite Mordred's words. No matter what, it was a gift made for me and so I needed to keep it. But when I went for it, he wasn't there, he left it at the center where I had left him hanging after his desperate confession.As I walked through the rain in search of him, only one thing was on my mind. A plea, something that will cool down my temper and release me of this doubt.Lysander had done so much for me, but I can't deny the fact that everything Mordred had said earlier with evidence made sense.Even if he was part of all this, what is his excuse? What woul
The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire Stuck between love and Friendship
The art gallery door slammed behind me as I bolted out, Lysander's voice calling my name fading into the wind. "Kianna,wait!" But I didn't stop, I couldn't. The text from Mordred burned in my pocket like a live wire: “Urgent. Stop whatever you're doing and meet me at the school entrance. Now.”My sneakers pounded the pavement, the campus blurring past in a haze of gray skies and scattered leaves. Lysander's confession echoed in my head, “I like you more than friends”—his hand on my wrist and the portrait staring back at me with eyes that saw too much. I wanted to tell him that he deserves someone more stable than I am, someone whose world doesn't feel like a curse but a blessing. But Mordred's urgent message had pulled me away like always.He's going to be okay right? I hope he'll understand the fact that I was worried for Mordred and needed to see him urgently. The urge of something which felt like guilt clinged to my skin like goosebumps.I never wanted to choose sides but now
The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire The Unexpected Proposal
Kianna's Pov:The drive back to the dorm felt like it stretched on forever, the city lights blurring into streaks through the rain-spattered windows of Lysander's car. Lesley sat in the back, wrapped in a borrowed jacket from one of Mordred's guys, her head resting against the seat as she stared out into the night. She hadn't said much since we'd left Mordred's place, just quiet thank-yous and shaky breaths. I kept stealing glances at her in the rearview, my chest tight with a panic I couldn't shake. What if she never recovered from this? What if the nightmares stuck, turning my bubbly roommate into someone haunted? It was my fault, my tangled life pulled her into the crossfire. How many more people would get hurt because of me? All this thought piled up in my mind throughout the ride, I didn't even realize how long it took to get to the dorm.Lysander pulled into the parking lot, killing the engine with a sigh. "I'll walk you up," he said, his voice steady despite the exhaustio
The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire The Price of Defeat
Maddox's Pov:The first thing I felt was the pain, white-hot and everywhere, like my body had been fed through a meat grinder and spat out wrong. My wrist throbbed in its cast, a dull, relentless drumbeat that matched the pulse in my swollen jaw. Every breath pulled at cracked ribs; every twitch sent fire through my bruised organs. I tried to sit up and the room spun with fluorescent lights stabbing into my skull. I'm at the hospital, offcourse. The sterile smell of antiseptic and bleach hit me next, followed by the low hum of machines and the distant murmur of voices.Trent was in the bed beside mine, his face a purple mess of bruises and bandages with one eye swollen shut. He looked smaller than I remembered, like the beating had deflated him. Kylie sat on a plastic chair between us, legs crossed, scrolling her phone with the kind of calm that only sociopaths can fake. A detective in a cheap suit stood at the foot of my bed, flanked by two police men who looked bored out of t
The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire The One I waited for
Kianna's Pov:The safe house felt like a cage—too quiet and too dim. The air in here was thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee that Mordred always left brewing. Lysander and I had raced here after that horrifying video call from Maddox, my heart was pounding the whole way with visions of Lesley bound and terrified against the chair, flashing like nightmares. Lysander had driven, his good hand gripping the wheel tight with his face set in that determined mask he wore when things got bad. "We'll wait here," he'd said, as if Mordred's place was neutral ground. But nothing felt neutral anymore—not after seeing Mordred tied up, bloodied but defiant, in that grainy feed.We paced the living room, the clock ticking like a bomb. Lysander leaned against the wall, his bandaged arm slung across his chest, eyes flicking to his phone every few seconds. "He'll be fine," he muttered, more to himself than me. "Guy's built like a tank."I nodded, but my stomach twisted. And when Mordr
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