All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ronan's POV I didn't believe in bad luck. I always thought it was some bullshit dumbasses came up with, just so they could justify the actions of their wrong actions and misdoings, but right now, and in this moment, I think it was safe to say that I no longer agreed with that sentiment. I hadn't done anything, but somehow, I still managed to find myself on the wrong side of the stick. Fuck. My mind was a mess, and my entire body buzzed with anger, with a hint of something else. I couldn't exactly name it at the moment, but it didn't matter because I was still reeling from what the fuck had just happened here. One minute I was going to put an end to the obvious and silly commotion that dirty rat Lana was creating, and the next, she'd pressed her slimy lips against mine, in front of the entire club, and most importantly, Vivienne. The image of the hurt on Vivienne’s face before she walked out flashed at the back of mind, but I didn't let it fester. No, not when I could do something

Ronan's POV The second Callie’s words left her mouth, I saw red, and it wasn't the pretty kind. It swirled all around me, like a turbulence that had sworn that I would never know peace, but that wasn't the worst part. In fact, it was ironic to think of because the red that was currently blinding me, was the only thing that was keeping me from ripping this entire place apart. A million and one emotions surged through me all at once, and believe me when I said none of them was pretty. I wasn't sure I'd ever felt this way before in my entire life, and I hated it. “She already left,” she’d said, calm like she had no idea her words had just twisted a knife in my chest.“She asked and I had Maverick take her.”Maverick? of all people why did it have to be him ?The thought of Vivienne walking out with him, letting him drive her, letting him be the one she leaned on when it should’ve been me, set fire to every vein in my body. I wanted to say I wasn't mad, but no matter how hard I tried, I

Vivienne’s POVI woke to the smell of whiskey before I even opened my eyes, and if that didn't mean something, then I had no idea what else would suffice. The stench came from a mile away, and it clung to the air like smoke, heavy, stale, and bitter enough to remind me exactly how the night ended. If someone had predicted that I and Ronan still wouldn't be on talking terms by this morning, then best believe I would have called them a fucking liar. Yesterday, after Maverick had dropped off, I was sure all it would take to fix things was just one phone call, or at least Ronan's presence. But the moment I heard him outside the front door, everything changed. That feeling of wanting him to explain, reassure me and what not died instantly. Why was I supposed to listen to him? He'd stabbed me in the back, just right after I decided to be vulnerable and shock the both of us. I had no idea what had gotten over me before going down on Ronan. Although I hated to admit it, Lana was the reaso

Ronan's POV The room stank of cheap whiskey and bloodlust, which thanks to history , had never been a good combination. The bloodlust here wasn't in terms of one person wanting to shed and rip someone else apart to the point of drawing blood. It simply meant wanting nothing more than to pull the other person down so bad, they would look like a fool. I hated how the one person who did that came to mind, but I pushed it aside as I walked into the clubhouse. The whispers hadn’t died yet. Instead, they clung and hovered around like flies. I could feel them, the rest of the gang, their eyes darting, lips twitching, and everyone waiting to see if the king would burn or fold.“Enough,” I snapped, and the word cracked like a whip. Callie dropped her fists first, Lana shut her venomous mouth, and Maverick shifted back but didn’t drop his gaze. He knew better, but he didn’t back down either. Hell, that could have impressed me had it been a couple of days ago, but right now, all it did was inf

Vivienne's POV I didn't stop. I didn't stop walking even though the pain in my legs were more than enough reason for me to do so, or at least find a spot to rest for a little while. I had considered it, especially when the sole of my feet had started burning up, and when each step felt like I was walking barefoot across a ground tainted with broken glass and even sharper needles. While I felt like I was going to lose my balance any time soon, my legs weren't the only part of my body fighting for their life. I blinked back as many times as I could, but doing that didn't reduce the chances of the dam at the back of my eyes staying put. If anything, it only reminded me that I had limited time before I would break down and everyone in the clubhouse would know my biggest secret. I was a crybaby. I wasn't as tough as I painted myself to be, and I definitely didn't think I was a match with Lana. My mind swirled with a million and one thoughts, and I hated how they were mostly centered on