All Chapters of Bred By The Biker Alpha kings : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah's pov I held my breath in the storage room as footsteps approached. My hand gripped the small knife at my ankle, knowing it would be useless against three trained fighters but needing something to hold onto anyway.The footsteps stopped right outside the door. I could see Ryder's shadow through the crack and braced myself for discovery."She's not back here," Ryder called out. "Must have left before we arrived.""Check anyway," Cain said from the main bar area.The door swung open and Ryder stood there looking directly at me. Our eyes met and I waited for him to call out to his brothers, to drag me out and demand answers about why I was hiding in their storage room.Instead he held my gaze for a long moment then turned back to the hallway. "Nothing here. Just supplies and empty boxes.""Then she got out before we locked down the building," Jax said. "We'll catch up with her at her next shift."They talked for a few more minutes about business I couldn't focus on because my mind

Sarah's pov Saturday afternoon I was doing laundry in my apartment when someone knocked on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and visitors were rare enough that the sound made me instantly cautious. I looked through the peephole and felt my stomach tighten.Marcus Webb stood in the hallway wearing civilian clothes and holding a bag from the Chinese place down the street. He looked older than I remembered, more tired around the eyes like he wasn't sleeping well.I thought about not answering but that would raise more questions than just dealing with whatever he wanted. I opened the door and tried to look pleasantly surprised instead of wary."Marcus. What are you doing here?""Checking on you. You've been avoiding my calls for two weeks and I wanted to make sure you were okay." He lifted the bag. "Brought lunch as a peace offering. Can I come in?"I stepped aside and let him enter even though every instinct said this was a bad idea. Marcus had been my mentor and partner for three yea

Sarah's pov Monday I called in sick to my actual job at the police station for the third week in a row. Captain Morrison left a voicemail saying I needed to come in by Friday or risk being put on administrative leave. I deleted the message and tried not to think about how my real life was falling apart while I played bartender at a motorcycle club.The kiss with Cain kept replaying in my mind. The way his mouth had felt on mine, the possessive way he'd held me, those words that had settled in my chest like a promise. You taste like mine. What did that even mean?I hadn't seen him or his brothers since Sunday night. Part of me was relieved because I didn't know how to face him after what happened. But another part kept checking my phone hoping for a text or call that never came.Thursday evening I showed up for my shift trying to act like everything was normal. Betty gave me a knowing look when I walked in but didn't say anything. The bar was moderately busy for a Thursday, mostly reg

Sarah's pov Friday night the bar was packed with more Steel Vultures members than I'd ever seen in one place. Betty told me there was a mandatory club meeting after closing and everyone had to attend. She didn't explain what the meeting was about but the tension in the air suggested it was serious.I worked the bar alongside Mike while watching the dynamics between club members with new eyes. Ever since Jax had confirmed they were werewolves, I couldn't stop noticing things that seemed off about how they interacted with each other.It wasn't obvious at first. Just small things that added up when you paid attention. The way younger members would automatically step aside when older ones approached. How conversations would pause when certain people entered a room. The careful way everyone positioned themselves in relation to Cain and his brothers."You notice how nobody ever sits with their back to the door?" Mike said during a brief lull. "Took me three months of working here to realiz

Sarah's pov Sunday morning I woke up feeling different. Not sick exactly but off in ways I couldn't pinpoint. My body felt too tight for my skin and every sound seemed amplified to the point where I could hear my neighbor's television through the wall like it was in my own room.I got out of bed and immediately tripped over my own feet because my legs moved faster than I expected. The simple act of walking to the bathroom required concentration and effort to keep my movements normal.In the shower the water felt too hot even though I had it set to my usual temperature. I could smell the shampoo so strongly it made my eyes water. Every sensation was turned up to maximum volume and I didn't know how to turn it back down.By the time I finished getting ready, my phone had stopped working. The screen kept flickering and going black whenever I touched it. I tried turning it off and back on but it wouldn't respond to any commands.I threw it on my bed in frustration and heard the satisfyin