All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Biker: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jaxon’s POVI shut my office door behind me harder than necessary. I was frustrated and tired. My shoulders were cranky and I was in dire need of a cup of black coffee.I rolled my shoulders back and started toward my apartment, my boots were muffled by the dessert sand, the faint blue glow of moonlight guiding me. I spared the sky a glace and noticed how much the stars seemed to be tonight.Looking away and sighing, I tried to get to rid of the thought that plagued me. The thought that tried to over me that it was another night without Reese being back.I clenched my jaw and forced myself forward.I had barely rounded the eastern hallway when I spotted familiar faces of pack members. It was one of the lower-ranked female wolves.She was playing and talking with her child in her arms. The little girl laughed at something her mother whispered to her, head thrown back, curls bouncing.And then she saw me.Her eyes widened and I heard her gasp.Before her mother could stop her, the girl

Jaxon’s POVThe sun had risen when I stood from bed as I pulled my coat over my shoulders and headed out.The pack was already awake, the compound slowly coming to life around me. Wolves moved between buildings. Guards rotated watches. Morning patrol returned dusty and weary-eyed. Somewhere distant, someone laughed.I kept my gaze ahead and walked faster.At the first corner, a guard snapped into a bow.“Alpha.”I didn’t slow.Another. “Alpha Jaxon.”I passed him too.A young wolf bowed too deeply and nearly tripped. I didn’t even see him. All I saw was the empty space where Reese should’ve been by now. All I heard was the silence in my head where her voice should’ve been.By the time I reached the dungeon wing, my blood was already burning.The entrance loomed like a wound cut into the mountain, iron doors half-open as two guards straightened sharply when they noticed me.“Alpha—”I didn’t acknowledge them.My boots echoed down the stone steps, the sound swallowed by the damp cold th

Reese’s POVThe cave swallowed sound.It always did.The moment the rogue shoved me inside and the stone door ground shut behind me, everything was reduced to shadows, echoing drips, and the quiet hum of something ancient breathing in the walls.The only light came from the seven floating candles, each burning with its own strange hue. None flickered the same. None burned the same. Some glowed dull and tired. Some burned like starfire.One of them still blazed brighter than the rest.The first candle.The one that had no answer to my cry.The one who had told me there was no help for me.I sat on the stone floor with my back against cold rock and my knees pulled tight to my chest. My breath still came uneven from being dragged like a prisoner.I lifted my head.The candles drifted slightly toward me, just an inch.Like they were watching.I swallowed.The Bishop’s words still crawled under my skin.One day, Reese, they’ll tell your story too.I pressed my fists into my thighs.I would

Kara’s POVI didn’t realize how long I had been holding my breath.I was sitting on a half-buried slab of stone a few feet from our camp, my knees drawn to my chest, staring at the sky like it might suddenly make sense if I stared hard enough. The sun had already begun sinking and still they hadn’t woken up.Two bodies. Two unmoving shapes.One not moving from poison. The other from whatever the hell he had done to save her.Caleb had made a shade tent out of our threadbare cloak and a broken spear shaft, draping it carefully over them to shield them from the sun. It was almost weird seeing Caleb way too serious. He was always serious but never for too long, when we were both together.I had stared at Sheila’s face, pale and still. She was breathing but it was barely. It was at these moment I wished I had stayed more with Nina to learn a few medical tricks.I'd continue staring at Sheila, memorized every freckle, every crease, every ridiculous eyelash that always looked like it was a

Jaxon’s POVI sat the head of the table in the large meeting room. Gamma Solomon leaned against the far edge of the table. A handful of warriors and officers stood scattered around the room, their faces tight and their eyes alert.“Rogue activity is increasing near the southern dunes,” one officer was saying. “We had three confirmed sightings before dawn.”“Not sightings,” another corrected sharply. “Tracks. Whatever passed through wasn’t alone.”Gamma nodded once. “They’re moving closer to water. That makes everything dangerous. Packs don’t hunt thirstlessly.”Solomon’s voice cut in smooth and low. “Or they’re being herded.”A murmur rippled around the table.“They don’t herd rogues,” a younger warrior said.Solomon’s pale eyes lifted slowly. “No,” he agreed. “But something wants them where we can’t ignore them.”Everyone fell silent.The maps blurred in front of me."Jaxon, please help." The sight of Reese on that pavement assaulted my memory again. And i clenched my jaw to get rid