All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alina’s POVThe underground venue was nothing like I’d expected. We descended through a series of access tunnels that felt like we were entering another world—one that existed beneath Chicago’s polished surface. The air grew cooler as we went deeper, with the sound of the city fading until all I could hear was the rumble of Maddox’s bike echoing off the concrete walls. When we finally emerged onto the actual track, I was surprised to find it wasn’t some decrepit nightmare of potholes and cracked asphalt. It was clean—almost pristine. The kind of road that suggested serious money and serious maintenance. “They keep it nice,” Maddox explained, parking his bike near the growing crowd. His voice carried a casual confidence that suggested he’d been here a hundred times before. “Can’t have good racing on bad roads. It defeats the purpose.” The space was enormous—a repurposed section of an old highway that had been closed off for years, now transformed into a place for underground racing.

Ronan’s POVAs soon as Alina left the room, the tension still hung in the air, but it shifted focus. Jaxon was on edge, his fists clenched at his sides, his breathing elevated in a way that showed he was seconds away from doing something violent. Across from him, Maddox mirrored his intensity but had a calmness that suggested he was thinking several steps ahead, even in his anger.“Both of you, sit down,” I ordered, my voice slicing through the silence.“I’m not—” Jaxon began to protest.“Sit. Down.” I let the command settle, let them feel the weight of it. When neither of them moved, I added, “Or I will make you sit down, and none of us will enjoy how that turns out.”With a loud thud, Jaxon dropped into a chair, and Maddox followed suit, choosing the couch across from him, his posture still defensive.“This is not how we operate,” I said, remaining standing because position mattered in moments like this. “We don’t undermine each other. We can’t make decisions that affect our securit

Alina’s POVThe knock came twenty-seven minutes into my self-imposed exile. I had been staring at the countdown on my phone as if it held all the answers to life, and with each ticking minute, my anxiety grew. So when the knock finally came—strong and unmistakably from Jaxon, I felt my stomach drop.“Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.The door opened, and Jaxon stepped inside, closing it behind him with a soft click. His face was calm, but I could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his eyes were tight.“We’ve made a decision,” he said, standing by the door as if he was afraid I would run away. “You can go. Maddox will take you and stay with you the whole time.”A wave of relief washed over me, but then suspicion quickly followed. “That’s it? No conditions? No lecture about security protocols?”“There are conditions,” Jaxon replied, his jaw tightening. “You have to stay in public places. Don’t go anywhere that Maddox can’t follow you. And be back by six. No exc

Maddox’s POVThe ride back to the compound was different than the ride out.Alina held onto me differently now—less like someone gripping for safety and more like someone who actually wanted to be close. Her arms around my waist felt less tentative, more comfortable. When I took a corner a little sharper than necessary, I felt her laugh against my back rather than tense up.The jacket looked perfect on her. I’d known it would the moment she’d tried it on, but seeing her wear it on the bike with her hair whipping in the wind, the leather molding to her like it had been made specifically for this moment, it did something to my chest that I wasn’t entirely ready to analyze.We pulled through the compound gates around five-thirty, giving us a comfortable buffer before Ronan’s deadline. I parked near the garage and killed the engine, and for a moment, neither of us moved.“Thank you,” Alina said, her voice quiet enough that I had to strain to hear it. “For today, for the jacket. For… every

He was drunk.Drunk and he’d been driving.I was outside before I could think it through, my heart hammering with a mixture of anger and fear and something else I couldn’t quite name.“Jaxon,” I called, rushing toward him. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have killed yourself riding like that.”He turned to look at me, and his eyes were unfocused in a way that confirmed my suspicion. He was absolutely wasted.“I’mm…..fine,” he said, the words slightly slurred. “I don’t need you worrying about me.”“You’re drunk,” I said, moving closer. “Let me help you inside.”I reached for his arm, intending to steady him, but the moment my hand made contact, he moved. Fast. Faster than someone that drunk should have been able to move. Before I could process what was happening, he had me backed against the nearest wall, his body caging mine in, his hands braced on either side of my head.“Jaxon—” I started, but the word died when his mouth crashed against mine.The kiss was nothing like t