All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alina’s POVI made it to my room before the tears hit me. Not the calm kind that you can brush away and pretend never happened, but the ugly type—choking, gasping sobs that came from the very depths of my heart. It felt as if I’d been holding so much pain for so long that I finally broke under its weight.Maddox was gone because I had hurt him. Jaxon and Ronan were fighting with each other because I had caused cracks in something that had been solid before I arrived. My father was planning something disastrous that could hurt the people I loved most. And here I sat, feeling like every decision I made only made things worse.I collapsed onto my bed, buried my face in the pillow, and let myself completely give in to the sadness. The sobs shook my whole body, and I didn’t stop them. I didn’t try to stay strong or keep it together, like I had been doing since I entered this chaotic world.I just let myself fall apart.I didn’t even notice when the door opened or when someone came into the

Alina’s POVMorning came too quickly, pulling me from restless dreams that were filled with various pairs of eyes…amber, green, dark—each one staring at me as if I held secrets I didn’t know.I’d barely slept after leaving Maddox’s room, my mind replaying that kiss on an endless loop. The taste of whiskey mixed with a sense of urgency lingered with me. The vulnerability in his voice when he asked me to stay made my heart ache in ways I didn’t understand.I pressed my fingers to my lips, still feeling the ghost of it.Stop, I told myself firmly. It was a mistake. He was drunk. You were emotional. It didn’t mean anything.But deep down, I knew it did. That was the problem.I forced myself out of bed, pulling on jeans and one of the knitted sweaters I’d borrowed from—actually, I wasn’t sure which of them it belonged to anymore. Everything in my life was blending together, the lines between what was mine and what was theirs becoming fuzzy.When I made my way downstairs, the compound was a

Alina’s POVRonan had been in his office for quite a while—first thirty minutes, then an hour, and soon two. He’d taken his phone and laptop, making call after call, while I anxiously paced outside his door. Jaxon stayed close to me, his silent presence helping me hold it together, while Maddox had slipped away again—probably back to the garage, avoiding the complicated issues between us.My palm still throbbed where I’d cut it, now bandaged but still a reminder that everything felt like it was falling apart.Finally, Ronan came out, his face carefully blank, which told me he had news but wasn’t sure how I’d take it. “Well?” I asked urgently before he had a chance to say anything. “What did you find out?”“Chloe’s fine,” he said, and I almost buckled with relief. “She was questioned for about an hour—just routine stuff about her connection to you and if she’d seen you with any suspicious people. They let her go around three this afternoon.”“Let her go?” I echoed. “So she’s home now?

Alina's POVI pushed past him before he could stop me again, taking the stairs two at a time. Behind me, I could hear them arguing—Jaxon raised his voice, Ronan spoke in his calm way, and Maddox snapped something back—but I tried to ignore it all.Once I was in my room, I quickly grabbed a duffel bag from my closet and started tossing in clothes, toiletries, and a few personal items I had collected. My hands were shaking so much that I struggled to zip it up.I’d just managed to get it shut when my door opened.Maddox stood in the doorway, and the look on his face made my heart shatter all over again.“Don’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please. Don’t do this.”“I have to—”“You don’t.” He moved into the room, closing the door behind him. “There’s always another choice. Always. You taught me that, remember? That day in the café when you talked about freedom, about choosing your own path instead of the one everyone expects?”“That was before—”“Before what?” He was clos

Alina's POVI was out of bed and at the door in seconds, fumbling with the lock. When it finally opened, Chloe stood there in clothes I didn’t recognize—too big for her, borrowed maybe—looking pale and exhausted but alive. Blessedly, wonderfully alive.“Oh my God.” I pulled her into a hug so tight she squeaked. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you? I swear if anyone touched you—”“I’m fine,” she said, but her voice was thin and strained. “I’m fine, I promise. Just… scared. Really, really scared.”I pulled her into my room and closed the door, studying her in the better light. She looked frail in a way that had nothing to do with her size—like something inside her had been damaged. Dark circles under her eyes. Hands that shook slightly when she reached up to tuck hair behind her ear.“What happened?” I asked. “After the phone cut out—”“They grabbed me. Three men. Covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream and dragged me out through the fire escape.” Her words came faster, tumbling over each ot