Todos los capítulos de Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Alina’s POVThe fear of the day, the grief, the adrenaline crash—it all dissolved into a single, overwhelming need. A need to feel alive. To feel him.“Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.“Hmm?”I looked up, meeting his gaze. “I need you.” I said quietly.His eyes darkened, understanding flickering in them. “Alina, you’re exhausted. We both are. It’s been a hell of a day.”“That’s why,” I said, my fingers tracing the lines of his neck. “I need to feel something real. Something good. I need to feel you. Not a gun, not fear… just you.”I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t gentle. It was full of all the desperation and relief churning inside me. A claiming. A promise. He groaned into my mouth, his hands coming up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. The kiss softened, slowing from a frantic clash to something deeper, sweeter. He tasted like coffee and mint and home.“I’ve missed this,” I breathed against his lips, the words slipping out without th

Alina’s POVTwo weeks after the guilty verdict, the courtroom was packed once more for the sentencing. This was the moment—the end of Marcus Hart's journey, from a respected Police Commissioner to a convicted criminal.I took my usual seat, with Jaxon on my right, Maddox on my left, and Ronan sitting directly behind me. Their presence felt like a shield, making me feel safe even in a room full of people who had been watching my life unfold like a reality show.My father was brought in wearing the same orange jumpsuit he had since his conviction. He seemed smaller now, older, and somehow broken in a way I had never seen before. The strong man who had always controlled my life was now just a prisoner waiting to learn how long he would stay in jail.“All rise,” the bailiff announced. “The Honorable Judge Marilyn Reynolds is here.”We all stood as Judge Reynolds entered and took her place at the front. She looked serious, carrying the weight of what was about to happen.“Be seated,” she s

Alina’s POV - One Week LaterLife at the compound had settled into a strange routine. The immediate threats were gone. Hart was in prison. Morrison was in prison. Tommy was in prison. The Vultures were scattered and broken. We’d won.So why did everything feel so weird?I stood in the kitchen making coffee at eleven AM on a Wednesday, having slept past ten for the first time in months. No one had woken me for training or security briefings or trial prep. Because there was nothing to prepare for anymore. Nothing to train against. No immediate danger requiring constant vigilance.It should have felt relaxing. Instead, it felt wrong. Like I’d been running at full speed for so long that suddenly stopping made me dizzy and off-balance.“You’re up,” Chloe said, entering the kitchen with a laptop. “That’s good. I wanted to talk to you about something.”I poured coffee for both of us, noticing sh

Alina's POVClasses started properly the next day. I’d enrolled in three courses—Criminal Justice, English Composition, and Introduction to Psychology. Basic stuff to ease back into academic life after months of chaos and violence.The Criminal Justice classroom was in an old building on the north side of campus, with wooden desks carved with decades of student graffiti and windows that didn’t quite seal properly. I arrived early, claimed a seat near the back, and watched other students filter in.They looked so young. So carefree. Chatting about weekend plans and sports scores and dating drama that seemed incredibly trivial compared to what I’d been through.“Is this seat taken?” A guy stood beside my desk, pointing to the empty chair. He was cute in a generic college-boy way, he wore khaki shorts, university hoodie, and a friendly smile.“It’s all yours,” I said.“Thanks. I’

Alina's POVTyler stepped back, his expression shifting from hurt to something closer to disgust. “That’s… wow. Okay. I thought you were different from the rumors, but I guess not.”“The rumors?” I asked.“About you and the motorcycle gang. People said you were involved with all of them, but I figured that was just tabloid garbage. Turns out it’s true. You’re actually…” He shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. Have fun with your criminals.”He walked back inside, leaving me standing alone on the lawn, my phone still open to Maddox’s text.And suddenly, with perfect clarity, I knew exactly what I wanted.I called him. Not texted…called. Because I needed to hear his voice, needed the connection more than I needed pride or space or proving I could function alone.He answered on the first ring. “Alina? Is everything okay?”“I’m at a party,” I said. “A college party with normal people doing normal things. And I hate it, Maddox. I hate every second of it.”“Then leave,” he said simply