All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Alpha: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jolie POV"He was still my father." The words feel hollow. "Doesn't that matter?""Not as much as your survival." He pulls me close. "You chose yourself over his life. That's not wrong. That's self-preservation.""It feels wrong." I lean against him. "It feels like I should grieve or feel guilty or something other than this hollow relief.""Then feel hollow relief." He kisses the top of my head. "Feel whatever you actually feel instead of what you think you should feel. That's the difference between you and the Academy wolves. You let yourself have emotions even when they're complicated.""Luna Kane!" A voice calls out. "We need to coordinate transport!"I pull away from Ryder reluctantly. "How many are coming with us?""Last count was forty-seven." Luna appears with her tablet. "Nightshade wolves, visiting pack members, even three of the Academy brides who saw what happened and want out.""Academy brides?" I straighten. "Are they like Celeste? Conditioned?""Two of them seem fully co

Jolie pov "Six vehicles, maybe thirty wolves." Phoenix is tracking on his laptop while Cass drives. "They're faster than us. Will catch up in about ten minutes.""Then we don't have ten minutes." Luna's voice is sharp. "Knox, Cass, fall back with Iron Fangs warriors, slow them down while the rest of us get clear.""Copy." Knox's bike drops back, Cass and six other Iron Fangs warriors following."What are they doing?" Cara asks from behind me, her voice uncertain."Buying us time." I watch them in my mirrors, creating a defensive line. "Delaying Council reinforcements so the rest of us can escape.""Will they die?" She asks it like she's trying to understand the concept."Maybe." I say honestly. "That's what pack means, we protect each other even when it's dangerous.""That's illogical." But her voice wavers. "Risking death for others is inefficient.""It's not about efficiency." I lean into a curve. "It's about loyalty. About caring more about your pack than your own safety.""I don'

Jolie pov She nods and heads back toward the medical bay, moving with less mechanical precision than before. Still learning, still healing, but trying. “You're good with her." Ryder appears beside me. "Patient and honest at the same time.""She reminds me of me." I watch Celeste coordinate with medical staff. "Lost, broken, convinced she's worthless. Someone needs to tell her she's not. Might as well be someone who understands.""You're not worthless." He says it firmly. "Never were, your father was wrong.""I know." And I do know. "Took me a while to believe it, but I know now. I'm not the runt everyone said I was. I'm the Moonfire Luna. And I'm about to walk into a Council facility and dare them to try capturing me.""That's the confidence I like to see." He grins. "Terrifying, but I like it.""Ready?" Luna appears with the extraction team. Ryder, Gio, Phoenix, and eight rogues who volunteered for infiltration duty."Ready." I check my weapons one last time. "Let's go get our pack

Ryder POVI watch Jolie coordinate refugee housing from across the compound.She's everywhere at once—checking on injured wolves, reassuring the traumatized, organizing supply distribution. Her light flickers constantly as she uses her empathy gift to calm panicked refugees and assess emotional damage. She's exhausted, I can feel it through our bond but she won't stop."She's going to burn out." Luna appears beside me, following my gaze. "She's been using her empathy gift nonstop for hours. Her body can't sustain that.""I know." I've tried three times to get her to rest. "But she won't listen until everyone else is settled.""Then we settle everyone faster." Luna pulls up her tablet. "I'll coordinate with the allied packs. Redwood is sending supply trucks, Silverpine is providing financial support for expansion, Nightrunner has scouts monitoring Council movements. Between all of us, we can get these refugees stable within twenty-four hours.""What about the Academy graduates?" I gest

Jolie POVI wake to sunlight streaming through the cabin windows and the smell of coffee.For a moment, I'm disoriented. Then memory returns—the enforcers, using my empathy as a weapon, collapsing from exhaustion. Ryder carrying me to bed and ordering me to rest.I stretch, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite everything. How long did I sleep?"Twelve hours." Ryder's voice comes from the doorway. He's holding two mugs of coffee, looking amused. "You were out cold. I checked on you three times to make sure you were still breathing.""Twelve hours?" I sit up quickly. "The Montana raid—the refugees—I need to""Is all handled." He crosses the room, handing me a mug. "Luna coordinated Montana planning. Doc processed the new arrivals. Phoenix set up security protocols. Everything got done without you micromanaging.""I don't micromanage." I take the coffee defensively."You absolutely micromanage." He sits beside me. "But it comes from caring, so we tolerate it."I sip the coffee, letting