All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Vivienne's POV Hours crawled by slowly enough to feel deliberate. At first, I counted the minutes, then I counted the footsteps outside the door.Eventually, I stopped counting altogether because every sound made my mind race somewhere darker.Voices drifted through the hallway in uneven bursts. Doors opened, doors slammed and someone hurried past, boots striking the floor in quick succession before fading away again.Every noise convinced me something had happened and every silence convinced me it was worse.I paced the room despite knowing I shouldn't.One lap first, then another and it didn't help that each step tugged painfully against the stitches in my side, but standing still felt impossible. Every time I tried, another horrible possibility forced me back into motion.What if Grant had done something else?What if Ronan had walked straight into another trap?What if...I squeezed my eyes shut.Stop. Just stop.I pressed both hands against my temples, trying to slow the thou

Ronan's POV The heavy slam of the bedroom door upstairs echoed through my skull, but I didn't turn. I couldn't. I was still staring at the spot where Vivienne had stood, the space where the air still felt thin and bruised.Lana stood by the support beam, that smug, jagged grin still plastered across her face. Around us, the club was a graveyard of held breaths. I could feel every eye on me, waiting for the President to react, and waiting for the king to strike or bow.I shifted my weight, the leather of my jacket creaking in the silence. When I finally turned to look at Lana, my blood didn't boil, it froze."If you ever," I started, my voice dropping into a register so low it felt like a warning rumble from a dying engine, "speak to my wife like that again..."I took a slow, measured step toward her. The floorboards groaned under my boots as I stopped inches from her, watching the smirk falter. "...you’ll regret every breath you’ve drawn in this clubhouse.""I was just saying wha

Vivienne's POV No.The word echoed inside my head long before it ever reached my lips.I stared at Ronan without blinking, certain I'd misheard him. I was certain my exhausted mind had twisted his words into something impossible, because it couldn't be.It simply couldn't.My lips parted, but all that came out was a barely audible whisper."...No."He didn't argue and he didn't try to convince me. Instead, he slowly reached for the hem of his shirt."What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sounding strangely distant even to my own ears.He didn't answer. Instead, he lifted the fabric just enough to expose the top of his shoulder and there it was.The tattoo.A wolf.Dark ink stretched across sun bronzed skin, the same fierce design I'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of months ago.My breathing faltered because I knew that tattoo, not because I'd studied it, but because I'd seen it when trembling fingers had pushed a leather jacket off broad shoulders while laughing so hard I could

Vivienne's POV "Oh my God."The words escaped before I could stop them. I stood frozen in the doorway, my hand still wrapped around the handle as I stared into the room.For a long moment, my brain simply refused to make sense of what I was seeing.The spare room I'd expected to find full of dusty furniture and forgotten boxes had been transformed.Not into something extravagant, and not into the kind of over-the-top romantic display I'd seen in movies.It was, warm.Soft amber lights had been strung carefully across the ceiling, their gentle glow chasing away every dark corner. A small table sat near the window, covered with a plain white cloth that wasn't perfectly straight, as though whoever had laid it there had done it without the slightest clue what they were doing.There were two plates, two glasses, a bottle of wine, a pair of candles, with one of them leaning slightly to one side.I smiled despite myself.One corner of the room held a small speaker playing music so quiet

Vivienne's POV The words echoed in my head and all around me for the longest time. Heck, if it wasn't for the shocked look on Ronan's face, I would have told myself that I'd actually imagined it. Ronan’s eyes darkened at my words, a familiar, dangerous heat flashing behind them that had nothing to do with the night air and everything to do with the way we looked at each other. For a second, the commander of the clubhouse fought a silent war with the man holding my hand in the back of a truck."You're a menace, Vivienne," he murmured, his breath ghosting over my lips."So I've been told," I whispered back, leaning into the warmth of his chest.He didn't fight it anymore as his large hand slid up the back of my neck, tangling gently in my hair as his mouth crashed down onto mine. It wasn't the tentative, careful kiss we'd shared a moment ago. This was hungry, desperate, and entirely consuming. All the unspoken fears, the weeks of agonizing separation, and the heavy shadow of Lana'