บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Alpha Biker: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 149

Reese’s POVJaxon still hadn’t let go of me.Not even after he carried me into his room.Not after he laid me gently on the bed like I was something fragile, something precious that might shatter if handled wrong.He stood there between my knees, his hands braced on either side of me, his forehead pressed to mine. I could feel his breath, uneven and warm, fanning across my lips.“You’re shaking.” he murmured.“So are you." I whispered back.That earned me a weak huff of laughter, but it died quickly. His hands slid up my arms, thumbs brushing back and forth like he was grounding himself through me.“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.I swallowed.How was I feeling?Tired.Empty.Full.Alive.Broken.Home.“I don’t know how to answer that,” I admitted. “My body feels like it ran through hell and forgot how to stop running. But...I’m here. I can breathe. I can feel you.”His jaw tightened.“And how did you feel,” he asked, voice rougher now, “when you were there?”The room seemed t

Reese’s POVEverything was blurry at first as my eyes snapped open. And even after it became stable, I thought I had gone blind with how dark the room was. That was until my eyes adjusted to the dim lights in the room.The first thing I noticed was the smell.It wasn’t damp like the cave had been. It wasn’t stale like the Bishop’s tent.It was old.Cold stone. Burnt oil. Something metallic that clung to the back of my throat and made my stomach twist the moment I inhaled too deeply.I groaned softly as consciousness dragged me up from darkness.Every muscle in my body screamed.My wrists burned.My ankles too.I tried to move and pain shot through me instantly, sharp enough to steal the breath from my lungs.I was lying flat on my back on a raised platform carved from black rock, my arms stretched above my head, my wrists bound tightly with thick ropes that dug into my skin. My ankles were secured the same way, spread just enough to make me feel exposed, pinned, powerless.The ceiling

Jaxon’s POVThe desert stretched endlessly before us.Miles of sand and scorched earth beneath the sky. It felt too empty like the gods themselves had abandoned this place long ago. Heat shimmered in the air, warping the horizon, making everything look unreal.And yet there it was.I slowed to a stop, my boots sinking slightly into the sand as my gaze locked onto the structure ahead.“What in the hell…” I muttered.It rose out of the desert, a massive stone mansion, dark and imposing, its walls etched with ancient markings that pulsed faintly, almost alive. Towers climbed toward the sky, sharp and deliberate, as if daring the heavens to strike them down. There were no roads. No tracks. No signs of life around it.A fortress hidden in plain sight.I turned sharply to Selena. “This is it?”She nodded, her expression solemn. “Yes.”I frowned. “How has no one ever found this place?”She hesitated, then said quietly, “Because you can’t find it until you know what you’re looking for.”That

Reese’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain.Not my own.His.It ripped through me so violently that I screamed.Jaxon lay on the stone floor at the foot of the platform, his massive wolf form trembling, dark blood pooling beneath him, staining the floors of crypt. The air reeked of iron and magic, thick and choking. Each shallow breath he took felt like a knife being driven into my chest.My senses were sharper. I felt more.“No,” I whispered hoarsely. “No, no, no…”The Bishop stood to his feet with a grunt. His arm was bent in an unnatural way but with one snap of his fingers, it snapped back to normal. His eyes glowed that same terrible ruby red, satisfaction curling his lips into a slow smile as he stared at me."Who knew?" He asked. "Who knew all it took was to kill the dog? I'd have done it earlier."I felt the rage in me build. I could barely contain it."“You see?” he said softly, almost kindly. “This is how it always ends.”It was then something inside me cracked.Not snapped

EpilogueThe sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling estate. A man sat on the balcony of a grand, towering house, his posture stiff and his gaze distant. He tracked the movements of the servants below, trimming the plants in the garden on his left. Their motions were delicate as they shaped the foliage, making it into something pleasing to the eye. He watched them without interest, his mind elsewhere.To his right, the warriors trained.The rhythmic clash of swords, the grunts of exertion, the sound of fists hitting flesh, all were the backdrop to his thoughts. The pack was strong, their numbers growing, their skills sharpening. But still, something gnawed at him. A sensation in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t shake. He wasn't the kind of man to feel doubt, yet there it was, a whisper in the back of his mind.His gaze flickered down to the scene before him, his eyes narrowing in distaste. The warriors moved with discipline, but something was off.