All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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CHAPTER 141 – DIAGNOSIS

Lucian’s POVI was twenty hours into a double shift when Chloe stumbled into the ER.Sarah, the charge nurse, caught my attention. “Your coffee shop friend is here.”I looked up from a chart. “What?”She nodded toward the waiting room. “Chloe Martinez. She checked in five minutes ago. Says she’s having a panic attack.”I was moving before I’d made the conscious decision to.Chloe sat in a corner chair, arms wrapped around herself, breathing too fast. I crouched in front of her, keeping my voice calm.“Chloe. Hey. Look at me.”Her eyes found mine, wide and terrified.“You’re okay,” I said. “Can you breathe with me? In for four, hold for four, out for four.”I demonstrated, and she tried to follow. Her breathing was ragged, but slowly, it evened out.“Good. That’s good. Keep going.”After a

CHAPTER 142 – PROTECTION DETAIL

Marcus’s POVThe envelope arrived at Adrian’s office on Monday morning.I opened it with gloved hands, already knowing it wouldn’t be good. Typed message, no signature: *Your employees aren’t safe. Back off or bleed with them.*Adrian went pale when I showed him. “What does that mean? Who sent this?”“Someone who wants you scared enough to stop whatever investigation you’re involved in.” I photographed the note, the envelope. “Are you working on anything that would trigger this level of threat?”“I’m just running a tech startup. We make project management software. Nothing controversial.”“Then maybe it’s personal. Ex-business partner? Investor dispute?”“Nothing I can think of.” He sat heavily in his chair. “What do we do?”“We expand security. Full detail on you, protective measures for key personnel.” I pulled out my tablet, already running through logistics. “I’ll need a list of everyone who has access to sensitive company information.”“That’s at least twenty people.”“Then I’ll n

CHAPTER 143 – AGAINST THE WALL

Chloe’s POVI lasted exactly four hours at work before I started drinking.Adrian had pulled me into his office that afternoon with a passive-aggressive smile and informed me that my “recent marketing campaign underperformed metrics” and maybe I should “reconsider my creative direction.”Translation: *I was fucking up, and he was disappointed.*I’d nodded, apologized, promised to do better. Then I’d gone back to my desk and stared at my computer screen for two hours without typing a single word.By five PM, I gave up and left.By six PM, I was three drinks in at a dive bar two blocks from Dominic’s shop.By seven PM, I was standing outside Ink & Iron, drunk enough to think this was a good idea.The shop was closed, but I could see lights on in the back. I knocked, probably too hard.Dominic appeared a minute later, paint-splattered and gorgeous and exactly the chaos I t

CHAPTER 144 – COMPLICATIONS

Chloe’s POVI woke up with a pounding headache and the smell of coffee.For a confused moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then it all came flooding back—the bar, Dominic’s shop, the kiss against the wall.“Oh God,” I groaned into the pillow.“Morning, sunshine.” Dominic’s voice, amused.I peeked out from under the blanket. He stood in the kitchen area, already dressed, holding two mugs of coffee.“Please tell me I imagined last night,” I said.“No such luck. But if it helps, you’re a decent kisser even drunk.”I buried my face again. “Kill me now.”“Coffee first, death second.” He set a mug on the coffee table. “Drink. You’ll feel better.”I sat up slowly, accepting the coffee. He’d added cream and sugar without asking, somehow knowing exactly how I liked it.“How d

CHAPTER 145 – THREE ORBITS

Lucian’s POVI knew something was wrong the second I walked into that office.Not just the photos spread across the desk—though those were disturbing enough. Not just Chloe’s pale, shaken expression.It was the other man. The one standing too close to her, radiating protective aggression like a human warning sign.“Dr. Lucian Elijah,” I introduced myself, keeping my voice professional. “I treated Chloe after her mugging.”“Marcus Castiel. Security.” He didn’t offer his hand. “Why are you here?”“Because she’s scared and alone and I wanted to help.”“She’s not alone. She has me.”“And who are you to her?” I asked, recognizing territorial posturing when I saw it.“Her protection detail.”“So you’re doing your job. I’m here because I care.”“You barely know her.”“And you know her better?” I stepped closer, ignoring every professional boundary I’d ever been taught. “You’ve been watching her without her

CHAPTER 146 – THE PAST RETURNS

Marcus’s POVAfter the parking garage conversation, I did what I should have done weeks ago: I called Ronan directly.“Marcus.” His voice was calm, measured. “Twice in one month. I’m flattered.”“We have a problem. Chloe Martinez is being actively threatened by someone connected to Hart’s old network.”Silence. Then: “Explain.”I filled him in on everything—the surveillance, the photos, the threatening note. Ronan listened without interrupting, which meant he was processing tactically.“Hart’s associates scattered after his conviction,” he said finally. “But there were a few who blamed Alina for bringing him down. If they can’t get to her directly, going after Chloe makes sense.”“How do I identify them?”“You don’t. I do.” I heard typing in the background. “Give me forty-eight hours. I

CHAPTER 147 – SAFE HOUSE

Chloe’s POVMarcus didn’t waste time.The morning after the threatening phone call, he showed up at my apartment at seven AM with coffee and a grim expression.“Pack a bag,” he said without preamble. “You’re not staying here.”I stared at him from my doorway, still in pajamas, hair a mess. “Excuse me?”“Your apartment is compromised. Ground floor, windows facing the street, no security system. You might as well hang a sign that says ‘easy target.’”“This is my home.”“This is a death trap.” He pushed past me into the apartment, already assessing. “How fast can you pack?”“Marcus, you can’t just…”“I can and I am. We talked about this last night. The threat is real and immediate. You need to be somewhere secure.”“Where? A bunker?”“Funny.&rd

CHAPTER 148 – RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

Dominic’s POVThe next morning, I met Marcus and Lucian at a coffee shop two blocks from my studio.Chloe was still asleep in my loft, exhausted from days of fear and stress. I’d left her a note: *Went to get breakfast. Back soon. Doors locked. You’re safe.*Now I sat across from two men who technically were my competition, feeling territorial and aggressive and trying very hard to be professional.“Thanks for meeting,” Marcus said, pulling out a tablet. “We need to establish protocols.”“Protocols?” I repeated. “For what?”“For protecting Chloe. Coordinating our efforts. Making sure we’re not creating gaps in security.”“Or fighting over her like dogs over a bone,” Lucian added dryly.I bristled. “I’m not fighting over anyone.”“Aren’t you?” Marcus looked at me. “You offered her your

CHAPTER 149 – BREAKING POINT

Chloe’s POVOne week of rotating between three apartments, and I was losing my mind.Not from the fear—though that was constant, a low hum of anxiety I couldn’t shake. But from the weirdness of living out of a suitcase, never settling, always moving.Two nights at Dominic’s loft, painting into the early hours and falling asleep on his couch.Two nights at Marcus’s apartment, learning self-defense and feeling safe in his quiet, controlled space.Two nights at Lucian’s condo, talking until dawn about everything and nothing.Each place felt like home and felt like exile simultaneously.Thursday night I was at Lucian’s, and something inside me finally cracked.I’d been holding it together all week—going through motions, pretending I was fine, forcing smiles when the men asked how I was doing. But that night, staring at Lucian’s guest room ceiling, I felt the weight of ever

CHAPTER 150 – CHICAGO CALLS

Marcus’s POVRonan called me back forty-eight hours after our last conversation.“Got your intel,” he said without preamble. “You’re not going to like it.”I was in my apartment, monitoring security feeds from Chloe’s location. Currently at Dominic’s loft, safe, sleeping based on the lack of movement.“Tell me.”“Three Vulture remnants operating in Seattle. Orion Kozlov, Dorian Volkov, and Nikolai Petrov. All former enforcers, all loyal to Iron Mike Morrison even after his imprisonment.”“Morrison. The one who killed Alina’s mother.”“The same. He blamed Alina for his life sentence, and by extension, anyone close to her. These three are looking for revenge through proxy.”“Their plan?”“From what my sources gathered, they want to grab Chloe, use her as bait to lure Alina to Seattle, then kill both of th

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