All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alina’s POVThe group noticed me before Jaxon did. I could see the moment they recognized me; their conversations slowed, and their eyes darted to Jaxon to see how he would react. The girl next to him glanced up with a casual curiosity, her hand resting possessively on his thigh.Then, Jaxon finally saw me. His amber eyes widened just a bit, and I could sense a mix of emotions flicker across his face—surprise, guilt, maybe even anger. Alongside him was a petite blonde in tight leather, who immediately assessed me with a look that screamed jealousy. “Look who decided to join us,” one of the guys named Razor said, someone I’d seen at the compound before. “Alina, right? The Commissioner's daughter?”“Just Alina,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Is it okay if I sit down?”“Actually—” the blonde started to say, but Jaxon interrupted her. “She can sit,” he said with a calm voice. “We’re just playing cards—nothing exclusive.” The blonde’s expression soured, but she

Jaxon’s POVGetting Alina to the truck felt like trying to move a very stubborn cat that had clearly had too much to drink. “I can walk,” she insisted, even though she tripped over nothing three times in just a few minutes. “Clearly,” I replied, catching her elbow just before she almost fell into a parked bike. “You’re doing great at it.”“Don’t talk down to me,” she muttered, but she let me help guide her to where I’d parked the SUV. The loud music from the warehouse was fading behind us, but I could still feel the weight of what had happened inside pressing down on my shoulders.Sienna. That fucking game. The look on Alina’s face when she’d walked away.We were about halfway to the truck when she decided she was done cooperating. She planted her feet, yanked her arm out of my grip, and crossed her arms in a gesture that would have been more intimidating if she wasn’t swaying slightly.“I changed my mind,” she said firmly. “I’m not going with you.” “Too bad,” I replied. “You alrea

She shattered almost instantly, crying out my name, pussy fluttering around me in waves that dragged me right to the edge.“Not yet,” I gritted, flipping us—awkward as hell in the cab, but I managed, pinning her beneath me on the seat, her legs hooked over my arms. I drove into her deep, relentless, the angle perfect, hitting that spot that made her sob with pleasure. Sweat slicked our skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and her perfume and the faint leather of the seats.“Tell me you want this,” I said, needing to hear it, needing confirmation that this wasn’t just alcohol and anger.“I want this,” she breathed. “I want you. Even when I hate you, I want you.”I kissed her—messy, desperate, swallowing her cries as I pounded harder, chasing my own release. She came again, clenching so tight it stole my breath, and I followed—spilling into the condom with a guttural groan, hips jerking, buried to the hilt.We stayed locked like that, panting, trembling, the windows completely stea

Ronan and Maddox were already at the table—Ronan had his laptop open and a cup of coffee, while Maddox was focused on his toast, breaking it into tiny pieces. They both looked up as we entered, and I noticed their expressions change when they saw Jaxon and me holding hands. It was clear something had changed overnight.“Morning,” Jaxon said, his tone calm, as if this was just another ordinary day.“Morning,” Ronan replied, his green eyes moving back and forth between us, taking in the situation with a calculating look. He didn’t seem surprised, really; more like he was thinking through what this meant for all of us.Maddox didn’t say anything. He glanced at our joined hands, then at my face, and finally at Jaxon’s. I saw something complicated in his expression—maybe hurt or resignation, or a mix of both. He quickly looked away, focusing once again on the toast he was tearing apart.The silence in the room felt heavy.“I’ll grab some coffee,” I said, pulling my hand away from Jaxon’s

Alina’s POVHe didn’t stop.Another punch landed. More blood spilled. Another crack appeared in the tough exterior I had believed was unbreakable.Without thinking, I rushed in and grabbed his swinging arm. “Maddox, stop! You’re hurting yourself!”He turned to face me, and the pain in his dark eyes made me take a step back. It was raw and unguarded, a vulnerability he often hid behind charm and strong walls. His chest was heaving, and blood mixed with sweat on his knuckles. For the first time since I’d met him, Maddox looked completely out of control.“Don’t,” he said, his voice rough. “Just… don’t.”“Your hand,” I said, regaining my focus. “Let me see it.”“It’s fine,” he replied.“It’s bleeding everywhere,” I countered, already heading to find the first aid kit. “Sit down.”