All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vivienne's POV A small chill was the first thing my body registered as I stirred awake. I tried to keep it away, but it just wouldn't budge. The more I tugged my sheets closer to my body, the more it seemed like the damned cold was slipping in through loopholes I had no chances of ever tracing. I finally forced myself to peel my eyes open, and when I said it wasn't exactly what I expected, then best believe that was the truth. The morning felt full, and I couldn't help but feel some type of way. It pricked at my skin, not in a painful way, but in the way tension coiled itself under your skin and refused to let go. Simply put, the aura around was ominous, like something bad was about to happen, and I hated it. My stomach dropped to my feet when I realized I was alone in our bedroom .Ronan was nowhere to be found, but the scent of leather and smoke still clung to the sheets. My ankle ached dully when I shifted, reminding me of yesterday, of everything I'd confessed, and everything I

Vivienne's POV The house was quiet, and I didn't know what to think about it. Prior to this moment, I could swear I loved the quiet. Maybe it had something to do with my ugly past with Grant or not, but I knew, deep down, I used to enjoy being alone, because most times when I wasn't, I was either being forced to overhear Grant's messy affairs in our bedroom, or be forced to watch him get all handsy on me, in public. In moments like that, the quiet was the only period I got to myself, and I made sure to cherish it. It was the only thing that got me going, till I decided to run away, but now, I could say it was entirely different. The silence in Ronan’s house was louder, and every minute, it ripped a part of my sanity along with it. Ronan's house. I almost chuckled at the irony. It was technically my house too since we were married, but I just couldn't allow myself fall into the facade of finally having a home. Ronan and I came from different worlds, and even though I'd promised my

Ronan's POV For the next couple of seconds, the only color I could see, was red. It blinded every bit of my eyes, and right now, I wouldn't be exaggerating when I said the only thing fueling my movement was the adrenaline from everything that had just happened, and the thought of putting a particular snake, into her fucking place. Red hot anger seared deep inside my veins, and even though I was on the verge of combusting into a million pieces all at once, there was one image I wasn't sure I would be getting out of my system anytime soon. Vivienne. I wasn't a damned mind reader, but even a lowlife would be able to tell that none of what had gone down today had actually sat right with her, and to make it all the more worse, I just had to interrupt her, when she was just about to introduce herself. She was about to introduce herself as my wife, and I fucking cut her short. Shit. A small chuckle from behind was all it took to put a pin to my thoughts. Hell, I had no idea what I was

Vivienne's POV I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My body was humming with so many damn emotions, it was like every inch of me was on fire. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, or just make it go away, Lana’s smirk was still burned into the back of my mind, and the way she winked at me before walking away? I hated it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, her damn confidence, the way she strutted through the club like she owned it. Like she was the one who belonged here, and I didn’t. Somehow, it was harder than ever to ignore that fact.“You sure you’re okay?” Ronan’s voice broke through the fog, but it didn’t bring clarity, only more confusion. I'd lost count of the number of times he'd asked me that, but I didn't care, and he didn't look like he'd be stopping anytime soon. I glanced up at him, his eyes filled with concern, and that damn flicker of guilt he couldn’t hide. What the hell was there to be guilty about? He wasn’t the one who’d been made to feel like shit.

Vivienne's POVThe first thing I registered was heat.Not the kind that came from the drink burning down my throat, but the kind that wrapped around me in a slow, suffocating wave. It coiled around me, and even though it threatened to suffocate me and knock out all of the air in my lungs, I liked it. Every part of my body ached for that heat, and even though it was literally pressing into my bones and against my wind pipes, I still couldn't get enough of it.It was either I was slowly turning into a psychopath, or that was simply Ronan's effects on me. My bets were on that latter though. I was mad. No, scratch that, I was furious and infuriated at Ronan for everything that had gone down with Lana today. Maybe it wasn't just anger, and there was a streak of jealousy in it too, whatever it was though, I hated it, and I hated that only Ronan's touch seemed to be the only solution to the sizzling heat I was feeling. My lashes fluttered, my head pounding as I realized Ronan was leaning i