Claimed By The Alpha Biker のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Jaxon’s POVFrom the window of my office, I’d been watching her for over an hour.Maybe longer.Reese was on the training field again, sitting on that bike like it was all that mattered. Kara had set up a simple obstacle course for her using just a few cones, a narrow sand path, and a dummy tank placed near the end of the track. Nothing impossible. But the way she kept crashing into that damn tank made it look like the most dangerous thing in the world.Every time the bike swerved, I flinched and every time it fell, I cursed under my breath.I’d seen her hit the ground at least six times since noon. The last one had been bad, she’d lost her balance after a sharp turn, the front wheel catching on a dip and the entire bike flipped, rolling with her trapped beneath it. She would’ve cracked her skull open if it weren’t for that helmet Kara forced her to wear.And yet, she got up.Every. Single. Time.Now the sun was low in the sky and she was still out there, forcing herself to learn the

Sheila’s POVI practically ran to Jaxon's apartment. Hoping i wouldn't be too late. If he would listen maybe he'd stop whatever attack was coming.My palms were sweating and my chest felt tight. I’d gone over this a hundred times in my head. what I’d say, how I’d say it, how I’d make him listen. But now, standing right here, I realized there was no version of this conversation that wouldn’t end badly.Still, I had to try.I lifted my hand to knock just as the door swung open from the inside. I tripped, startled.“oh, hi,” Jaxon muttered, steadying me with one arm before letting go just as quickly. He stepped past me, already dressed in his black uniform jacket, the one with silver trim that marked him as Alpha.I caught the faint scent of pine and smoke that clung to him and instantly hated myself for noticing.He glanced back, one brow raised. “Sheila. What are you doing here?”I swallowed. “I need to talk to you.”His jaw tightened. “Later.”“It can’t wait.”He exhaled through his n

Reese’s POVThe sound of the music and cheers outside drowned my scream of frustration. I was bloody well about to run mad.“You’re not wearing that.” Kara said for the fifth time.She was standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, looking down at my oversized black sweatshirt. Her eyes narrowed down to the faded blue jeans I had on and the fuzzy socks I was currently trying to shove into boots. She looked ready to burn my outfit and me along with it.“I am wearing this.” I said flatly, yanking my boot zipper up. “It’s cold outside. I don’t see why I should freeze my ass off just to look like a princess at a party I don’t even want to go to.”“You can’t wear jeans and a sweatshirt to a pack celebration!” she snapped, her hands tightly fisted as if she's restraining herself from hitting me. “Reese, this is a formal event. Do you even know what the Luna of a pack wears to events like this?”I snorted. “Good thing I’m not Luna.”Her mouth opened and I could swear, she was this c

Reese’s POVThe celebration was still booming with drinks and food being passed around. A few brawls had broken out and those that couldn't take in enough beer had been spotted throwing up in one corner. But I wasn't really interested in any of that.I stood near the firepit with Kara, my fingers absently rubbing against the back of my other hand, the same hand Jaxon had held not too long ago.I hated how I enjoyed the feeling of his hand on mine. The warmth and all. And the way his fingers had perfectly fitted in mine like they belonged there.“Reese.” Kara’s voice snapped me from my train of thought. She had a smirk on her face, her arms folded, and her eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re still thinking about him.”“I’m not,” I said back instantly, a little too quickly.She raised a brow. “Really? Then why are your ears pink?”“They’re not.”She leaned closer. “They are.”I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “It was a dance, Kara. That’s all.”“Mm-hm.” She said. “Just a dance with

Jaxon’s POVI moved fast, Blaze and a few guards on my tail. The moon was high and it was beginning to get chilly. The party had ended with people already heading back to their rooms. From a distance, I could already hear the low growls not from rogues. From my own men. I saw them in the distant, the warriors were standing in a loose circle, all tense, shoulders squared and breathing heavy. The scent of blood was thick in the air.“Alpha." someone muttered as they spotted me. Instantly, they created a path.I didn’t slow down.At the center, a rogue knelt in the dirt, shoulders heaving. His entire body was smeared with blood not all of it his. His hands were bound behind him with steel cuffs, but his head was raised. His eyes were feral. Wild.And standing just behind him was Felix.Felix’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his right hand dripped blood down his wrist and onto the ground. He didn’t look like he cared.He smiled when he saw me. “Well,” he said, voice lazy. “Took