The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Kiana's Pov; The next morning, I woke up to various notifications on my phone.The pictures had already begun spreading again like wildfire.This time around it began from an anonymous forum.It was pictures of Mordred hitting Maddox and his boys Infront of me.Captioned, “ When your boyfriend gets to know he's not the only one in your life.” And the comments were brutal, some were cursing me out. Others called me Shameless, whilst some also called me a pathetic whore. Pathetic whore? Even if they were right, nobody has the right to judge me.Because none of them were there when I was suffering, when I wanted to end it all and when I was at my last moments.I tried to reply to some of the comments, but it was of no use. The more I reply, the more the insults keep coming. Before I could lose my mind, I received a message from Lysander. Calm and polite as usual asking to meet me.This time around at the school campus. I didn't want to go at first, not because of him but because I fear

kianna's Pov:I arrived at Maddox's family Villa after 3 minutes ride from school. I had already told Lysander I wouldn't be able to make it to the dinner. His villa looked just as I remembered, huge with security guards and a whole lot of maids and nannies. As the only son of the Mayor, Maddox was always treated like royalty and that was the reason why my step parents pushed me towards him.They wanted us to be a couple, so my Dad could get business alliances from Maddox's family. But instead, we became master and his prisoner. Now that I'm a bit free, he's looking for a way to lock me up again.One of the maids welcomed me at the entrance and took me to the living room. Maddox was seated beside my step parents, drinking and laughing with them when I walked in.“Oh look who's here, Kianna my dear come sit with us.” My step dad said, smiling fakely at me. The kind of smile he gives me when I was in trouble.I nodded politely and sat beside my step sister instead. The maid poured me

Kianna's Pov: I gushed awake abruptly and sat on the bed. “Can you hear me Kianna?” The voice came through again. This time I recognized it immediately. It was Mordred's. I sighed with relief and went to unlock the door. He stood there, still in his dark clothes, hair slightly messy and the edge of exhaustion softening his sharp features. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quietly. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay before I crash.” I nodded, my lips curving into a faint smile. “I’m fine. Just… can’t believe any of this happened today.” I replied, stepping aside. He stepped inside, glancing around the room like he needed to be sure everything was safe. “You should rest,” he murmured, his voice gentler now. “You’ve been through enough tonight.” Why's he acting as if he's my boyfriend for real? Is he that into it? Or I'm just overthinking it. I sat on the bed, pulling the blanket up to my lap. “And you? Aren't you tired too?” I asked him, raising a brow. He gave a

The afternoon dragged like a slow heartbeat. I tried to distract myself with the untouched breakfast whilst scrolling through old messages. But my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.I was still staring at my phone when the screen lit up again. This time around it was a notification from a new post in the school forum by the anonymous.My stomach clenched, what now? My new secret dropping? Or the world is ending tomorrow? I double tapped on it to open it. It says.“Don’t miss tonight’s surprise. 6PM sharp. Something spicy for those craving the truth will drop.”A chill ran down my spine. Something spicy? Wait, is this person going to release my hideout? No way, I mean that ain't a secret.In order to gather some clues, I rushed to the comments. It was already exploding with students, strangers and even reporters. Everyone was speculating what would be revealed next.But none of those suggestions made sense to me. “What truth? Why is this anonymous doing this? What does he or she want f

The ride ended too soon. Mordred killed the engine outside the old brick house he called home—really just a safe-house with too many locks and not enough light. I climbed off the bike on legs that still vibrated from the roar between them, the night air slapping cold against my flushed skin. He didn’t speak, just jerked his chin toward the door like I was a stray he’d decided to keep for the night. I didn’t argue. I was too tired, too tangled in my own head. All I could think of was how to get out of this mess. Inside, the place smelled faintly of gun oil and cedar. I kicked off my shoes, muttered something about needing a shower, and disappeared down the hall before he could answer. The bathroom door shut with a click that felt final. I exhaled sharply, letting myself relax as I finally undressed myself. I needed a hot bath to cool down, and so I switched on the shower and put it on the hot water menu. And goddamnit, it felt so good. The water hit like punishment. I let it