All Chapters of The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kiana's Pov:The moonlight shone through the open window of this penthouse, the room smelt like a mixture of sandalwood and expensive cologne as my body ached badly on Maddox's luxurious bed.The scene from a moment ago couldn't leave my mind, the way that innocent boy stood in and begged on my behalf even though he had no idea why I was being treated like that. He was such a sweet soul for being brave enough to fight Maddox. Only if he knew what I did, only if he knew how miserable my life was…he wouldn't have gotten himself involved either. This was just a normal routine for someone like me who yearns for love like how a vampire yearns for blood. Anytime he senses a boy around me or even a flicker of interest in me, that's when his beast comes out. And the only way he could keep me grounded was to punish me even if he had to involve his friends.My body was weak and sore but he still insisted on taking me tonight. After all the pain he has put me through, his gaze never showed m

kianna's Pov:I walked slowly toward my door, pausing to draw in a long, shaky breath. My palm hovered on the knob as if the wood itself was a barrier I wasn’t ready to face. Finally, summoning courage, I turned it open...only to let out a dramatic sigh of relief.Not who I expected, Just Leslie my roommate.“Roomieee!” she squealed, throwing herself at me in a tight hug. My heart was still racing from that ridiculous knocking, but I forced a smile and hugged her back.“God, Les, I almost thought you were dead,” I teased with a smirk, masking my relief.She flopped dramatically onto her bed, rolling her eyes with a grin. “Please. My man was just too clingy. He wouldn’t let me leave him all weekend, and honestly? I didn’t want to.”I let out a soft laugh and leaned against my bedpost. “Lucky you. If I had a happy relationship like yours, I’d do the same.” The words slipped out like a sigh, more truth than joke.Leslie caught it instantly. Her smile faltered into that pitying look I hat

Kiana's Pov;Right after the message, Lysander walked me safely to my dorm and promised he'll text me with the location of where we shall meet before we attend the prom night tomorrow.I had such a great time with him, I almost forgot I wanted to end my life a moment ago. And for the first time in forever, I felt light.The scenes from our little arcade date replayed in my mind as I walked down the hallway to my room. His grin when I lost at the claw machine, the stubborn way he shoved a biscuit into my hand until I tasted it, his intense stares and that cute lovely smile he gave me when I accepted his offer as his prom date.It felt like a fairytale.I hummed the tune from the Snack shop under my breath, smelled the pink chrysanthemum bouquet pressed to my chest, and twirled a little whilst practicing ballroom steps between the rows of doors.Then almost like a sudden prompt I remembered my last words to Maddox, the threats I gave him before leaving that room, and the thought of it s

Kianna's Pov:It was none other than Kim Robert — the girl everyone called the school’s CCTV camera. She knew every secret, scandal, and whisper that floated through the hallways, and she never failed to deliver the gossip like the evening news.And now, she was standing right in front of us, arms folded, one brow arched in that “I just caught you red-handed and can’t wait to tell the whole school” kind of way.I cleared my throat and awkwardly stepped aside, trying to block her view of Mordred, who was still slumped in his chair against the bar walls. “It isn’t what you think, Kim… Mordred and I were just…”“Just having a little fun?” she cut in, tilting her head and smirking. “Or should I say, being all sneaky and lovey-dovey?”My eyes widened. “No, Kim, you’ve got it wrong,” I said quickly, waving my hands defensively. “There’s nothing romantic going on here. I’m just helping this drunk buddy here get his act together.”I gestured at Mordred, who was dozing off like a toddler in c

It was Mordred Sinclair.He stood right in front of me, tall and calm, his expression unreadable beneath the dim corridor light. My heart skipped, thudding hard against my ribs as our eyes met. Why is he here? And what the hell does he want from me?“M-Mordred,” I stammered, trying hard to sound welcoming.“What are you doing here?”He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into that lazy half-smile that made every nerve in my body tremble.“Relax,” he said quietly. “I came to thank you.”“Thank me?” I echoed, almost sounding confused. “For last night,” he continued. “You took care of me when I was drunk. I don’t remember much, but… I remember you.”He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small paper bag. I hesitated before taking it. Inside was a sleek bracelet—black leather with a silver charm shaped like a crescent moon.“It suits you,” he said, eyes flicking to my wrist where Lysander’s bracelet already sat. “Guess you’re collecting bracelets lately.” he joked.I swallowed