All Chapters of The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Mordred's PoV:I slumped on the edge of my bed, the thin mattress creaking under my weight, staring at the cracked screen of my phone like it might suddenly come alive and explain everything. It was well past midnight, and the apartment was eerily quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that presses in on you, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the occasional car horn from the street below. My room was a mess: clothes piled on the floor, empty energy drink cans scattered across the desk with posters of old rock bands curling at the edges from the damp. But right now, none of that mattered. The events of the past few days had me wired, my mind racing in circles that led nowhere good.The Vipers’ garage still haunted me—Rico’s story about Diego, that poor bastard who’d taken help from a stranger and ended up manipulated, arrested and now screaming in a psych ward about voices giving him orders. It hit too close. Ever since that auto-tuned call at the

Kianna's PoV:I sat cross-legged on my bed in the dim afternoon light, the dorm room feeling smaller than usual, like the walls were inching closer with every breath I took. Lesley was out at a study group, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of the radiator and the faint chatter of girls down the hall. My phone lay beside me, screen dark, but my thoughts were loud—too loud.Two days. It had been exactly two days since the hotel after-party, since Kristen Hale crashed back into my life like a memory I’d buried too shallow.I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not in the obsessive, heart-fluttering way I used to think about Maddox before everything turned toxic. This was different—deeper and filled with old memories. Kristen was the boy who’d shared stolen berries with me behind the pack house, who’d held my hand during thunderstorms when the alpha’s howls made the younger pups tremble. He’d been scrawny then, all elbows and green eyes too big for his face. Now he was tall, solid, w

Mordred PoV:The coaster car slammed to a halt at the bottom of the final drop with its brakes hissing like angry snakes. My stomach was still somewhere up near the top loop, and Kianna’s laughter rang in my ears—high mixed with breathless echoes, the kind of sound that made the whole night worth every risk. Kristen was grinning too, hair wild from the wind, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him tonight. For a few minutes, the three of us had been normal teenagers screaming our lungs out on a ride called the Vortex, forgetting bonds, bosses or birthdays.We stumbled off the platform on shaky legs, Kianna clutching both our arms for balance as we laughed our way down the exit ramp. The park lights blurred around us—neon pinks and blues bleeding into one another.What caught my attention most was the smell in the air, it was thick with the aroma of kettle corn and fried dough whilst music pulsed from every direction, mixing with distant screams and the mechanical clank of ride

Kianna's PoV:I flopped back onto my bed in the dorm, the mattress creaking under me like it shared my exhaustion. The room was dimly lit by the string lights Lesley had strung up for "cozy vibes," casting a soft glow over the posters on the wall—band flyers, motivational quotes and a collage of photos from better days. My helmet hair was a mess, and my cheeks still stung from the cold wind of the ride home in Kristen's car. Mordred had followed with his bike to make sure I got back safe, waving from the parking lot before heading off. Tonight had been… magical, in a way I hadn’t expected. The circus stunts, the amusement park rides, the laughter that felt genuine for the first time in weeks. But now, alone in the quiet, the high was fading, and the shadows were creeping back in.I pulled off my boots and tossed them by the door, then sank against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. The chase at the park replayed in my mind like a bad movie on loop. That guy in the black hoodie