All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Biker: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kara’s POVMorning came loud in the rogue camp but not with birds or bells, but with shouting and clanging metal along with voices of too many bodies trying to survive another day. Fires were already burning when I stepped out, smoke curling thick and gray into the brightening sky. The sun was cruel this early, beating down without mercy, lighting up every flaw, every scar, every desperate face.I rolled my shoulders once and headed toward the washing area.Mara had put me there again.“Plates don’t wash themselves,” she’d barked earlier, shoving a stack into my arms. “And if you break them, you’re digging latrines tomorrow.”That had been motivation enough.Now I stood elbow deep in cloudy water, sleeves rolled up, fingers pruned and aching as I scrubbed dried grease and food from chipped metal plates. The pile beside me was obscene. It felt like it never got smaller no matter how many I cleaned.Around me, other rogues worked in near silence. A few muttered complaints. A few laughed

Reese’s POVI waited, making sure no one would be coming anytime soon.The cave was empty except for the sound of dripping water. My own breathing echoing back at me like a reminder that I was still here, still alive. I learned when the guards switched shifts. Learned when even the Bishop believed I was too weak, too drained, too broken to try anything foolish.Only when I was sure, absolutely sure, that I wouldn’t be interrupted, did I close my eyes.I didn’t chant.I didn’t beg.I just let go.The smell hit me first.Not damp stone. Not cold and stale air.When I opened my eyes, I saw green.That was the only way I could describe it. Green and alive and impossibly fresh. My lungs filled with it like they’d been starving all along.And I wasn’t in the cave anymore.I was sitting on grass.Actual grass, soft beneath my palms, cool and springy. Tall trees surrounded me, their canopies woven together like they’d been growing that way since the beginning of time. Sunlight filtered throug

Kara's POVThe porridge burned my palms through the bowl, but I didn’t care.Steam curled up into my face, fogging my vision and making my mouth water. It wasn’t much, watery, under seasoned, barely filling, but it was hot, and it was food, and right then that was all that mattered.Break time never lasted long.Around me, the tent hummed with low voices and tired movement. A few workers sat hunched over their own bowls, shoulders slumped, faces drawn. Someone laughed softly at something I didn’t hear. Someone else coughed.I tuned all of it out.My entire world narrowed to the bowl in my hands.I scooped up a spoonful, lifted it carefully, and blew on it. Once. Twice.“Easy,” I muttered to myself. “Don’t rush it.”My stomach twisted painfully, reminding me just how long it had been since I’d eaten anything warm. I brought the spoon closer to my mouth, almost tasting it when someone wiped it clean from my hand.The bowl jerked violently as something yanked it from my grip. Hot liquid

Reese’s POV"Reese?""Hey, Reese. Are you here with me?"I thought it was another trick.Another cruel hallucination my mind had conjured to survive the endless dark.So when I felt fingers brushing my shoulder, gentle but insistent, I didn’t open my eyes right away. I stayed still, breathing shallowly, my heart pounding against my ribs. The cave, or tent, or whatever prison this was, seemed to want to lie to me before it broke me again.“Reese,” a voice whispered. “Hey. Wake up.”My breath caught.That voice.No.It couldn’t be.I opened my eyes anyway.For a heartbeat, the world tilted.The first thing I saw was hair, dark, familiar curls falling forward as the person leaned over me. The second thing I saw were eyes. Sky blue. Warm. Alive. Staring at me like I was real.Hands cupped my face.Real hands.“Hey,” she said softly. “I’ve got you, okay?”My lungs burned as I sucked in air too fast.She smiled, and it broke something open in my chest.“I’ve missed you so much,” she whisper

Kara’s POVThe moment we burst out of the collapsing tent, the world turned into noise and fire.Shouts tore through the camp from every direction. Smoke curled into the night sky, thick and choking, carrying the sharp sting of whatever Caleb had decided to unleash. Flames licked at canvas roofs, turning tents into torches. Rogues ran in frantic circles, some trying to stamp out fires, others shouting orders that no one listened to.Perfect.I tightened my grip on Reese’s hand as she stumbled beside me. She was breathing hard, coughing, but she was upright. She was here. Alive.“Don’t stop,” I told her, half dragging her as we ran. “Whatever you hear, whatever you see, don’t stop.”“I’m...trying,” she rasped.Selena was already ahead, moving like she’d memorized the camp layout in her sleep. Sheila stayed close behind Reese, one hand hovering near her back, ready to catch her if she fell. Blaze brought up the rear, his eyes sharp, body coiled for violence.The chaos worked in our favo