All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vivienne's POV The vest weighed heavier than I thought it would. While this might have sounded like a parable of some sort, it wasn't. I meant it literally. A small groan slid past my lips as I shrugged the leather jacket onto my shoulders. I tried to balance it out, and after a couple of tries, I liked to think I'd gotten a hang of it. This was the first time I was wearing the Iron Vulture's black leather jacket and I didn't know what to think of it. It was huge and even though it felt weird, I couldn't deny the fact that it was comfy. The Vulture's insignia was stitched across the back, it's sleeves short and jagged like they were meant for war. Like I was meant for war. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and the woman that stared back at me didn't look like the Vivienne I knew. My hair was slicked back, its straight edges clapping against my butt with every slight movement of my hips. Dark jeans clung tightly to my skin and to top it off, I was wearing Ronan's old tee ben

Vivienne's POV The ride back to the house felt longer than it was, but I didn't dare speak. What was I meant to say? Even if I was somehow able to come up with something to say, I doubted it was the right time. Ronan didn't say a word either, and I didn't dare ask him to. Not when his knuckles were clenched so hard against the handlebars, I swore the leather grips would split apart. I swallowed a gulp the moment the gates to the house came into view. Our house. The same place he'd brought me to after we'd gotten married. He'd said it was ours, but with the talk looming ahead, nothing about the gates nor the compound seemed homey. Ronan parked his bike in the garage, and the moment I got down, he dove straight into the house. I followed him through the front door like a ghost, and my stomach churned at the fact that the many guards roaming the place would catch a whiff of what was about to go down. Our first fight. Inside, the place felt quiet, too quiet. Even the portraits didn't

Vivienne's POV The morning light was the first thing my eyes caught the moment I peeled them open. It filtered in through the half drawn curtains, pale gold and feather soft, and catching dust motes as they danced lazily in the air. I stirred underneath the thick gray duvet, and something caught my attention.Ronan's hand was wrapped firmly around my waist. His warmth radiated from him and washed over me. His aura was possessive, and even in his sleep , you could tell he wasn't going to let me go without a fight. My cheeks warmed slightly, and I couldn't shake off the funny feeling that made its way to the pit of my belly. The events of last night buzzed in my mind. It wasn't something I was sure I could forget, even if I tried. What I had no clue of, was how Ronan and I had ended up in this position in the first place. I hadn't fallen asleep in his arms, so how did I get here? I didn't move right away, and it had something tiny to do with the man laying next to me. His steady bre

Vivienne's POV The last few days didn't pass as a blur like I would have preferred. Instead, it dragged on. They were mostly uneventful but I couldn't deny the fact that the peace that came with it was quite nice, when I wasn't thinking about something else, that is. I tried my level best to not think about it. In fact, I went as far as distracting myself just so thoughts of him couldn't creep up, but there was only so much that could do. Ronan on the other hand, had given me space without saying much. He didn't push, neither did he ask me again if I was okay. While I loved the little distance, I couldn't deny the fact that it had struck something in me. Was he really no longer concerned? Had he given up on me so easily?I pushed the thoughts out of my mind before they could escalate. I hadn't mentioned the message from Grant either. I couldn't. Because I wasn't ready to watch Ronan's face shift from warmth to worry, or worse. Rage. I wasn't ready to admit I still felt the burn of

Vivienne's POV The ride home was mostly quiet, and to be honest, I wasn't sure what I thought of it. Ronan hadn't said much, to me, if I was being honest. All I knew was the fact that he'd been barking out orders the moment he carried me past the other bikers inside the clubhouse. He'd wanted to take me back home via the way we came, but he must have taken a step back and realized how it was only going to worsen the pain I felt in my leg. “Get the car ready, right now.” He yelled at the nearest biker in the yard. I hadn't seen him before and if you asked me,I would say he looked a bit too young for this world. All it took to change that mindset was the way he spoke with so much power and reverence for Ronan. “And put a call through to Lexa. Tell her to meet me at the mansion in less than ten minutes.”“Yes sir.” The boy scurried away, his voice booming and boots crunching against the gravel scattered about. The car arrived nothing short of a minute later, and Ronan helped me get in