All Chapters of The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Mordred's Pov:The warehouse on Elm Street squatted at the edge of the industrial district like a forgotten relic—rusted metal walls and shattered windows staring out like empty eyes. The kind of place where deals went bad and bodies vanished. I killed the bike's engine a block away, letting it coast silent into the shadows. My head still pounded from the hangover, but adrenaline sharpened the edges, turning the throb into fuel. Kianna's text had buzzed in just as I'd revved out of the hospital. “Anonymous is Kylie, Trent's girlfriend. The one in my dorm. She's got a grudge against you and the warehouse is a trap.Don't go in blind, call me. And please—save Lesley.”I'd stared at the screen for a beat, piecing it together. Kylie? The shy temp roommate Kianna had mentioned? Trent's girl—that buzz-cut prick. A grudge? My past was a minefield; I'd stepped on plenty of toes back in the day, but nothing clicked immediately. Trap or not, Lesley was in there—tied up and terrified. Most im

Kianna's Pov:The safe house felt like a cage—too quiet and too dim. The air in here was thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee that Mordred always left brewing. Lysander and I had raced here after that horrifying video call from Maddox, my heart was pounding the whole way with visions of Lesley bound and terrified against the chair, flashing like nightmares. Lysander had driven, his good hand gripping the wheel tight with his face set in that determined mask he wore when things got bad. "We'll wait here," he'd said, as if Mordred's place was neutral ground. But nothing felt neutral anymore—not after seeing Mordred tied up, bloodied but defiant, in that grainy feed.We paced the living room, the clock ticking like a bomb. Lysander leaned against the wall, his bandaged arm slung across his chest, eyes flicking to his phone every few seconds. "He'll be fine," he muttered, more to himself than me. "Guy's built like a tank."I nodded, but my stomach twisted. And when Mordr

Kianna's Pov:The drive back to the dorm felt like it stretched on forever, the city lights blurring into streaks through the rain-spattered windows of Lysander's car. Lesley sat in the back, wrapped in a borrowed jacket from one of Mordred's guys, her head resting against the seat as she stared out into the night. She hadn't said much since we'd left Mordred's place, just quiet thank-yous and shaky breaths. I kept stealing glances at her in the rearview, my chest tight with a panic I couldn't shake. What if she never recovered from this? What if the nightmares stuck, turning my bubbly roommate into someone haunted? It was my fault, my tangled life pulled her into the crossfire. How many more people would get hurt because of me? All this thought piled up in my mind throughout the ride, I didn't even realize how long it took to get to the dorm.Lysander pulled into the parking lot, killing the engine with a sigh. "I'll walk you up," he said, his voice steady despite the exhaustio

Kianna's Pov:The rain started the moment I stepped out of the gallery, a cold, sudden downpour that soaked through my hoodie in seconds. I didn’t run, I couldn’t. The portrait Lysander had drawn for me was still clutched in my arms against my chest, the paper had already started warping under the water. I stared at it, at the soft charcoal eyes he’d given me, and felt something inside crack wide open.I had gone back for it despite Mordred's words. No matter what, it was a gift made for me and so I needed to keep it. But when I went for it, he wasn't there, he left it at the center where I had left him hanging after his desperate confession.As I walked through the rain in search of him, only one thing was on my mind. A plea, something that will cool down my temper and release me of this doubt.Lysander had done so much for me, but I can't deny the fact that everything Mordred had said earlier with evidence made sense.Even if he was part of all this, what is his excuse? What woul

The rain had turned the campus paths into slick mirrors, reflecting the sodium glow of streetlamps in fractured orange shards.It clung to my skin, soaked into my hoodie and seeped into my bones—like every memory of Lysander refusing to wash away. His eyes, his face, the ruined portrait… all of it kept replaying in my head, looping until I felt like screaming. I walked without feeling my feet, Lysander’s broken voice echoing behind me like a ghost I couldn’t outrun.“The CCTV wasn’t the only camera.”I didn’t know if it was a confession, a warning, or another lie. All I knew was the ache in my chest was unstoppable.Tears blurred the world until my phone vibrated against my thigh.I took it out, then Mordred's name popped up on the screen. My heart kicked hard as I wiped the rain from my eyes and answered.“Kianna?” His voice was low but urgent. “Where are you?”“On my way to the dorm.” I replied with my trembling voice.“Meet me at the entrance of your dorm. Right now.”I was there