All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Biker: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jaxon’s POVI stood by the window longer than I should have, watching. The sun hung bright in the air as the day started. Pack members going about their business. My hands rested behind my back, my fingers curled loosely around one another, but my attention was fixed on one single spot in the courtyard. Or someone.Liam.He bent low, picking trash from the walkways. It was evident to anyone who paid attention that he didn't want to do it. He kicked the desert sand with annoyance when he bent for too long, picking.It was also evident that he did not belong.His shoulders were a little too stiff for someone only grateful to be alive. His eyes, whenever he thought no one was watching, were too alert. No man who had been beaten and starved for weeks should look that awake. Something about him felt wrong. It wasn’t something you could point at.He straightened with a sack slung over his shoulder, wiping dirt from his palms onto his trousers. Then he glanced up.Our eyes met.I didn’t mo

Jaxon’s POVI released a yawn as i rubbed my eyes. I needed a something to burn my chest. First I had to get out of this office. I stacked the last of the reports into a messy pile on the corner of my desk. My office was dim except for a single lamp that shined a warm glow across the papers, the books, and the maps of pack borders I had spent the entire day analyzing. My neck ached, my temples throbbed, and honestly, I was two minutes from shifting just so I wouldn’t have to think anymore.Everyone else had gone to bed hours ago. The main packhouse hallways were quiet enough that I could hear the low hum of the generators outside.I pushed back from my desk, exhaled, and reached for the doorknob, ready to finally call it a night when I suddenly heard a knock.It was a soft knock. But it took me by surprise because I wasn't expecting anyone.I froze.For a moment, I wondered if I’d imagined it. Maybe a trick from my tired mind but then it came again, a little firmer this time.Knock.

Reese’s POVI stood evenbefore the rogues came in through the cave entrance.I didn’t know how I knew. I just did.My body reacted before my thoughts could catch up, muscles tightening, spine straightening as if an invisible hand had tapped my shoulder and whispered now. I pushed myself off the ground, dusting sand from my palms, my joints aching faintly from the cold stone floor.Right on time, footsteps approached.Leather brushed against rock. Metal clinked softly. The low murmur of voices stopped just outside the cave mouth.When the rogues stepped in with torches raised, they paused.I was already standing.One of them frowned, clearly unsettled. Another glanced at his companion, brows knitting together like they’d missed a step in a familiar routine.She’s supposed to struggle, his face seemed to say. Or at least pretend she wants to.I didn’t give them the satisfaction.“Let’s go.” I said calmly, stepping forward before they could speak.They hesitated just a second too long. T

Reese’s POVThe cold was like a blanket. It was close to being a discomfort but it wasn't. It seeped into my bones slowly, like it had been waiting patiently for my body to relax before claiming me.I was curled on my side on the cave floor, knees drawn to my chest and my arms wrapped tightly around myself. But it wasn't that that woke me up. It wasn't the discomfort or cold that woke me. After a few weeks or even months, I wasn't sure, I'd gotten used to this place. The conditions and all. So it wasn't what woke me up.It was the burn on my neck. The sensation was sudden enough to jolt me halfway out of sleep, a sharp, unpleasant heat licking just beneath my skin like a brand being pressed there. I sucked in a breath, my fingers twitching instinctively toward my throat but before I could move, something else hit me.I wasn't alone. The cave walls blurred for half a second as my vision adjusted, shadows swimming before settling and then I saw him.The Bishop stood a few steps away fro

Kara’s POVNight came quietly in the rogue camp and the day light was replaced with bunfires and voices along with people around them as the chaos of the day settled.I waited until the woman, Mara, turned her back, busy barking orders at two younger wolves who were arguing over supplies. I slipped away the same way I’d learned to do everything here without being memorable.The storeroom was on the far edge of the camp, half hidden behind stacked crates and torn canvas. I took three different paths getting there, doubling back once, pausing twice to listen. By the time I reached the door, my nerves were stretched tight enough to hum.I checked the ground first.No extra footprints. No drag marks. No disturbed dust near the entrance.Good.I slipped inside and pulled the door shut behind me, locking it the same way I had that morning with a careful wedge of wood that would hold but wouldn’t look deliberate.The storeroom was dark except for a thin line of moonlight cutting through a cr