Claimed By The Alpha Biker のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Jaxon’s POVI couldn't feel my body at first. Just the heat. Blistering, burning, choking heat like the entire arena was still on fire around me. My ears rang with a high-pitched whistle, drowning out every other sound, and my knees were pressed into sand that felt hotter than the sun.Voices blurred and the sound of footsteps sounded. Someone screamed in the distance. Or maybe it was inside my head.I pushed myself up on my palms, to my feet, my knees felt weak and wobbly.“JAXON!”Her voice cracked from behind me.I whipped around painfully, just in time to see Kara sprinting toward me, her braid slapping against her back and her face streaked with tears and ash.Someone grabbed her before she could reach me, a hand around her waist, pulling her back.Caleb.At least I thought it was him, everything still doubled and blurred, making faces hard to distinguish.“Jaxon!" she said. "Where—where is Reese?”I couldn't answer.Behind her, I saw kids and elderly huddled behind her, trembling

Reese’s POVI wasn’t sure which was worse, the heat, the boredom, or the thirst. There was no way of knowing the time in the cave. Asides from the illumination from the lit candles, everything was just darkness and the sound of my own irritated breathing. For all I knew, I’d been here for days or hours or one very long, humiliating minute that felt like a lifetime.My arms ached from being bound overhead, chains scraping my wrists anytime I shifted even a little. My clothes clung to me, soaked with sweat. My tongue felt like sandpaper. If someone didn’t give me water soon, I was going to chew my own cheek just to get moisture.“HELLO?” I screamed for what had to be the hundredth time. My voice echoed sharply off the stone walls. “ANYONE OUT THERE? I’M DYING. OR MAYBE ALREADY DEAD. IF I AM, THIS IS A STUPID AFTERLIFE!”Nothing. I sucked in a shaky breath and shouted again, louder, “HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M STARTING TO TALK TO MYSELF. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? YOU WANT A CRAZY HOSTAGE? BEC

Reese’s POVI tapped my fingers against the wall, absentmindedly. It was like a mechanism for sound. Something to let me know that there was actual sound.I couldn't just speak to myself. Staying too long with Kara had made me a talkative. I was always saying something. This was like pushing me to my old self. An old self I didn't want to return to."I miss Kara." I croaked to myself. I hope she was fine.I missed Caleb, too.And....Jaxon.I missed Jaxon.I sighed, wiping a stray tear from my eyes. Even though I couldn’t see the sky from inside this cursed cave, I knew the sun had risen and it was morning. I adjusted my body, hearing my bike pop here and there. For a long moment, I hadn't moved at all.My stomach churned as the memory of last night rushed back.The Bishop had given me deer meat, roasted on a spit and charred just slightly. Fresh water too. For a second, I had thought it was poisoned because what kind of kidnapper offers their captive dinner?I could still hear his vo

Reese’s POVThe candles flickered once and then stilled. Like they knew what was to come. Like they wanted to hear it to.I could literally feel their intensity go down. Their glow casting shadows and making everything look like it didn’t belong.Or maybe I didn’t belong anymore.The Bishop didn’t rush to speak. He just sat there on the stone slab opposite me, elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely like we were two old friends catching up instead of a prisoner and her captor.I wrapped my arms around my knees and glared at him.“What story?” I asked finally, my voice hoarse from disuse and crying.His lips twitched, a ghost of a smile.“One your mother never told you. One she hoped would never be required.”I frowned. “You don’t know my mother.”He chuckled. “I know more about your lineage than she ever did.”My jaw tightened. “That’s bullshit.”He hummed thoughtfully, like he was considering humoring me or ignoring me altogether.“You’re angry,” he said lightly. “Good. You’ll nee

Reese’s POVThe Bishop finally left and his footsteps faded. I was once again on my own in the dark cave, restrained and left to think.The silence that settled over the cave was heavy and thick. I didn’t like situations like these. I wanted life. Voice. This was the opposite.I stared at the candles lined neatly before me, those stupid candles that weren’t just candles. They were graves. Lives. Wolves whose ends were sealed in wax and flame.And then my gaze locked on the particular candle.The first one.The first golden wolf he had ever killed.The flame burned steady just like the rest of the candles.I swallowed hard and wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to hold myself together. My wrists ached from the ropes even though they’d loosened a little. My throat felt raw from hours of trying to stay calm and my eyes burned.I still didn’t cry.Not until now.“So much for having ancestors.” I whispered dryly, my voice barely more than a cracked breath.People prayed to theirs for