All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Jolie POVThe window glass bites cold against my cheek as I crouch beneath Dad's office window. Rain spatters the pane above my head, but I don't move. "Twenty thousand and mining rights to the eastern territory." Gio's voice drifts through the crack. "She's weak, but she's pure Nightshade bloodline. Thorne can do whatever he wants with her."My heart stops beating as the words slam into me like a punch, knocking the breath from my lungs."The eastern territory is a prime land, Gio." Dad's voice carries that cold edge he uses when pack business gets serious.I press my palm against my mouth to muffle the sob threatening to escape. My wolf whimpers deep in my chest, a pathetic sound that matches exactly how I feel right now."It's worth it to get rid of her permanently." Gio laughs, and the sound makes my stomach turn. "She's twenty years old and still can barely shift without collapsing for days. The pack whispers she's cursed every time she tries."Thunder rolls overhead, shaking th

Jolie POV Through the haze of pain, I hear the trucker's boots pounding across the parking lot as he runs. Car doors slam as the engine starts. Everyone is fleeing from the crazy girl having some kind of seizure behind the dumpster.The shift reverses itself slowly, my claws retracting with wet popping sounds that make me gag. When it's finally over, I lie shaking in a puddle of rainwater and my own tears.My wolf retreats deep inside, whimpering with exhaustion. Whatever just happened drained what little strength I had left.I try to sit up and immediately throw up the few berries I managed to keep down this morning. The bile burns my throat and adds another layer of stench to the dumpster area.A car engine approaches, tires crunching on gravel. I panic, thinking the trucker came back with friends, but it's just an old Honda with a Jesus fish bumper sticker.The driver's door opens and a woman gets out. Maybe fifty years old, gray hair in a practical ponytail, wearing a waitress un

Jolie POVThe motorcycle roars beneath us as we speed through the darkness. Rain starts falling, cold drops stinging my face and mixing with the blood from my forehead cut. I press closer to Ryder's back, feeling the solid warmth of him through the leather jacket."Where are we going?" I shout over the engine noise."Home," he calls back without turning around.Home. The word hits me like a punch to the chest. I haven't had a real home in years. Maybe ever.The other bikes follow us, their headlights cutting through the storm. I count at least six riders, all massive men who smell like wolves. They move in perfect formation around us, protecting us from threats I can't even see.After twenty minutes, we turn off the main highway onto a narrow mountain road. Pine trees close in on both sides, their branches reaching over the asphalt. The air smells cleaner here."Almost there," Ryder says, his voice carrying despite the wind.The road curves sharply, and suddenly we're pulling up to a