All Chapters of Bikers and Bakeries: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Melody’s POV I was dragged from the room by my collar; the guard having clicked a metal chain to it. He lead me down a hallway past a few doors and unlocked one with a key at his belt. Opening the door, he reached in and hooked the chain to something and locked it, then forced me through the door and closed it tightly behind me. I could hear a lock slide home as I looked around my surroundings. They had turned what looked like a storage closet into what was now my new home. It was about six feet by six, a small bed and a toilet with a sink provided. My chain, thankfully, let me reach each corner. I went to the sink first, intent of scrubbing and rinsing my mouth thoroughly. I wanted to throw up, no thanks to Alpha Dominic. I had to hope that Teddy would get me. I knew Alvin, if he survived whatever Black Haven had done, would support him and prove useful with navigating pack laws. I hated how the old ways were outdated; sure my pack was more progressive, but most sti

Teddy’s POV The statement I made regarding Melody being my mate was sent posthaste to the American council, my father not waisting any time with making preparations. I took Thomas’s advice to heart, and his father’s command, and started training with the pack warriors again. It had been years since I had done propped training, and it showed. “Not like that! Again!” Beta Oliver yelled at me and my sparring partner, well mostly me, when I was pinned again for the forth time that morning. I grunted and got back up, getting in a defensive position again. “You really want your ass handed to you, don’t ya?” The warrior spat at me. “I need to learn, that’s all.” I gritted. He expected some hostility from the men, but it seemed a lot of the warriors just hated me outright. I hadn’t trained in years, but at least I lasted a minute longer the previous round, my training coming back. “Maggot Theodor, where are the weak points on a shifted wolf?” Beta Oliver ca

Melody’s POV I couldn’t sleep. After sleeping and being drugged all day yesterday, the nightmare, and then the food from that supper, I was antsy to say the least. Not only that, but I had the feeling that they were always watching me. I had taken to using the blanket from the bed to cover myself like a tent when using the toilet. What I desperately wanted above all else was a shower, and a clean pair of underwear. My red dress Gaston had given me was wrinkled and uncomfortable, the contraption constantly turning on me when I would lie down. This morning it had turned completely and zipper was chafing my nipple. Finally, after I had done another round of crunches, someone knocked on the door. “You have five seconds to be decent.” A gruff voice said. I sat up instantly and fixed my dress that had ridden up again as the door was opened. A burley man of about just six foot stood in the doorway and glared at me. He reached in and unlocked my chain. “This way.” Was all he

Chip’s POV I woke up to the sound of feet above me, the sound of a chair being dragged with them sent a shrill noise to the basement of the building. I remembered being taken out of the trunk of the police cruiser and then my head was hit again. I hadn’t seen Heather since the wreck of the bike. Currently, his arms were bound above me in a chain, a silver collar around my neck to keep me from shifting. The room looked to be about the same size as the building above, which I guessed to be a barracks of some kind judging by the glimpse I caught before being hit again. I could hear voices after a minute, the feet having stopped their parade. “And then the bitch said ‘I don’t want to suck it’ so I slapped her until she did!” Laughed was had then by the wolves upstairs, obviously enjoying the story. “How’s the bastard down stairs? Still asleep?” “Yah, I checked him five minutes ago, still out like a baby.” Another voice spoke up, this one a slightly higher p

Teddy’s POV “The council approved everything and the request went through to Black Haven, now we wait.” My father stared at me, waiting for something from me. “Thank you.” I said at last, making the old man puff up his chest. “See, you still have a lot to learn about politics.” He scrolled through his computers, typing away. “You bribed four of them, and the others we were just lucky they sided with the request.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s how politics work! Everyone can be bought at a price, and I’m pretty sure at least two or more are being paid under the table by Black Haven.” My father gritted out. “Now, go do rounds with Beta Daniel, I want our borders locked down tight.” My father dismissed me without another word. I rolled my eyes again and left the office. It was ten in the morning, so I knew that the beta did his next round for the border at eleven thirty, so I had a little time to kill. I stopped and visited with Thomas, who was in better s