Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Three days of losing my mind.Every shadow looked like Ronan’s calculating stare. Every stranger could have been Maddox with his silver tongue. And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jaxon—blood on his lips, violence in his movements, that moment when his mask slipped.My father hadn’t mentioned my gala disappearance. Either Detective Martinez covered better than I’d hoped, or he was playing a longer game.“You’re distracted,” he said over breakfast, not looking up from his newspaper.I nearly choked on coffee. “What?”“Everything alright, sweetheart?”The endearment felt wrong now. Sweet words from a man who lived in the shadows and called monsters his enemies. But after three days of replaying that alley, I wasn’t sure who the monsters really were.“Just tired. Haven’t been sleeping well.”He nodded, but his expression said he wasn’t buying it. Then something shifted in his grey eyes—actual fear. When was the last time I’d seen Commissioner Hart afraid?“Maybe you should stay in tod

Jaxon’s grip on my wrist was unyielding as he hauled me through a side door into a space that looked less like a gym and more like a gladiator’s prep room. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, worn leather, and cold steel. Heavy mats covered the floor, scarred from countless impacts, and a wall rack held an intimidating array of weapons that gleamed under the harsh lights.“Welcome to your new classroom,” Jaxon said, releasing me with a slight push. His amber eyes scanned me, looking for any sign of weakness. “You talked a good game out there with the club. Let’s see if there’s anything behind it.”I straightened my spine, the defiance from facing down Viper still simmering in my veins. “I can handle myself.”His laugh was a low, rough sound. “This isn’t about handling yourself. It’s about surviving. You hesitated when Viper challenged you. Hesitate with a Vulture, and you’ll be bleeding out on the pavement.”Maddox leaned casually against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his l

Alina's POVJaxon slipped the shirt over his head without any ceremony, revealing a striking tattoo. A rose and a snake were intertwined, both appearing to bleed, capturing a mix of pain and beauty.“Tell me about it,” I said, reaching out to trace it with my fingertips.His skin was warm, and I felt him react to my touch, tensing slightly. “Not happening.”“Dare,” I insisted, outlining the rose with my finger. “You have to tell me.”He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. “Some stories aren’t pretty, Alina.”“I’m not looking for pretty,” I replied, locking eyes with him. “I want the truth.”For a moment, he was silent. Then, he let go of my wrist, as if he had made a decision.“My sister,” he said, his voice stripped of everything but the words. “Maya. She was with the cartel. I wasn’t meant to be a part of it, but somehow, I got dragged in too. When I tried to escape, they killed her to control me. The rose represents her. The snake symbolizes what I became.”I looked at hi

Ronan’s POVThe safe house was suffocating.For three days, I had been stuck in a cramped old brownstone in a neighborhood that smelled like old grease and unfulfilled dreams. The thin walls allowed me to hear Jaxon pacing restlessly above me, his footsteps matching the chaos in my mind.Sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop open, I was trying to make sense of Hart’s threats. He was someone deeply entrenched in illegal activities, and he had a lot to lose if we exposed him. The idea of him accusing us of serious crimes like human trafficking seemed ridiculous and dangerous at the same time.“He’s just putting on a show,” Maddox said as he walked in, carrying two cups of coffee. He set one down in front of me without asking, always knowing what I needed before I did. “Not entirely,” I replied, scrolling through files left behind by Tommy before he disappeared to lord knows where. Those digital clues painted a revealing picture. “Hart is trying to gain an advantage. He can’t just