All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jolie POVI wake to find Ryder already dressed, standing at the window with his phone pressed to his ear."I don't care what it costs." His voice is tight. "I want everything you can find on Celeste Whitmore and her family. Everything."I sit up, and he glances over. He holds up one finger—just a minute."Medical records if you can get them." He continues. "School transcripts, psychological evaluations, anything that explains why a twenty-five-year-old woman has never shown emotion in public." He listens. "Good, send it to Luna's secure server."He ends the call and crosses to the bed. "Morning.""Who was that?" I ask."Private investigator, a former FBI." He sits beside me. "If there's dirt on Celeste Whitmore, he'll find it.""You're really worried about this wedding.""Your father is marrying a woman with Council connections three months after hiring someone to destroy our bond?" He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm worried."I can't argue with that logic. "What time is it?""Almost no

Jolie POVMara's workshop is chaos organized into submission. Leather samples hang from every available surface, sorted by color and texture. Sketches cover the walls—designs for jackets, pants, boots, everything a biker could want. In the center, three mannequins wear partially finished pieces, pins marking where adjustments need to be made."Sit." Mara points to a stool. "Let me get measurements."I sit while she pulls out a measuring tape. Ryder leans against the doorframe, watching with obvious amusement as Mara circles me with professional efficiency."Arms up." She measures my wingspan. "You're tiny. This is going to be a challenge.""Thanks?" I'm not sure if that's a compliment."It's a good challenge." She grins. "Small frame means we can go dramatic without overwhelming you. Plus, your silver hair is a gift—it'll pop against dark leather.""What are you thinking?" Ryder asks."Something that says 'I could kill you but I'm choosing to be polite.'" Mara sketches rapidly. "Fitte

Ryder POVThe roar of six motorcycles echoes through the mountain pass as we approach Nightshade territory.Jolie rides behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist, silver light barely contained beneath her skin. I feel her tension through our bond—not fear exactly, but anticipation. Like a warrior preparing for battle.Luna and Knox ride to our left, Cass and Phoenix to our right. We form a tight formation, pack colors visible on every jacket. Iron Fangs in bold silver lettering, wolf symbols stitched across our shoulders and backs.We're not hiding who we are, not anymore."Territory line in two miles." Knox's voice comes through our comm units. "Security checkpoint ahead.""Copy that." I feel Jolie's grip tighten slightly. "Everyone stays alert. This is their ground, their rules until we prove otherwise."The Nightshade Estate comes into view as we round the final curve. It's exactly as pretentious as I expected—white marble columns, manicured gardens, crystal fountains. Every inch

Jolie POVThe after math wedding breakfast is exactly as uncomfortable as I expected.Long table, formal place settings, twenty guests making polite conversation while servants pour coffee and deliver elaborately plated food. Everyone dressed in their finest, everyone playing their roles perfectly.I sit between Ryder and Luna, Celeste directly across from me. She's wearing a cream-colored dress that is so expensive, her hair styled in intricate braids. She looks like a magazine cover model, perfect, polished and untouchable. And when she meets my eyes, I feel absolutely nothing from her.It's not like reading someone who's hiding their emotions. That still has texture—the effort of concealment, the weight of what they're holding back. This is pure void. Like looking into a room where emotions should live and finding it completely empty."Luna Kane." Celeste's voice is pleasant, modulated perfectly for polite conversation. "I hope your accommodations were satisfactory.""They were fi

Jolie pov Celeste moves around the table toward me, and Ryder tenses. But she stops just outside his reach, leaning in close enough that only I can hear her whisper."You should prepare yourself to be a good stepdaughter, Jolie." Her breath is cold against my ear. "What irony—we're practically the same age. But then, your father always did prefer them young."She straightens, her smile public again. "I do hope you'll stay for the ceremony. It would mean so much to have family present."I can't speak neither can I move. The breakfast around us resumes like nothing happened—guests congratulating my father, Celeste accepting well-wishes, everyone playing their parts.Only Gio looks stricken, meeting my eyes with genuine horror."We need to leave." Luna's voice is quiet but urgent. "Now."Ryder guides me toward the door, his body blocking Celeste's view of me. Knox and Cass fall in behind us, Phoenix already moving ahead to secure our exit."Well played, Moonfire Luna." Celeste calls af