Todos os capítulos de Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

He turned to walk away, and a wave of panic hit me. “Wait….you said all you wanted was for me to come home. You promised that if I did, you’d leave them alone!” “I promised that Chloe would be safe,” he replied, stopping at the entrance of the hallway. “And she is. But as for the Serpents…” He shrugged. “They’re criminals, Alina. Dangerous men who kidnapped my daughter. Of course I’m going to pursue justice by any means I can. And maybe even a few measures that aren’t exactly legal.”“You liar,” I gasped. “You manipulative liar. You planned this whole thing…”“Mind your language,” he warned. “Now, I really have to go. We’ll have dinner tonight. A nice family meal. Maybe by then, you’ll be calm enough to have a civil conversation.”He walked away, leaving me standing there, trembling with anger and fear. He had played me perfectly. Made me believe that coming home would protect everyone, when really, he had only removed the one person he wanted most—me—while preparing to go after ever

For the next two hours, we planned. Really planned, the way we should have before she’d walked out that door. Jaxon brought in his knowledge about the best ways to get in, the right timing, and backup options. Maddox contributed his thoughts on how to talk to her, what to say, and how to present our offer so that she might actually consider it. I focused on the practical details, making sure we had a solid backup plan and analyzing everything closely, just like I had done to keep our group safe in tougher times.By the time we finished, the sun was setting, painting the war room in shades of red and shadow.“First step,” I said, glancing at both of them. “We reach out. Let her know we’re coming for her. That this isn’t over yet.”“How do we do that?” Maddox asked. “You said yourself Hart probably destroyed her phone.”“Probably. but not for sure.” I opened a tracking app on my laptop. “Her phone is still showing a weak signal, which means it’s still active. Either Hart has it for som

Alina’s POVI put on the absurd blue cocktail dress that Margaret had left for me. It had a conservative neckline and was the right length—exactly what the daughter of Commissioner Hart should wear. My hands trembled as I applied my makeup, trying to make myself look like someone who wasn’t feeling completely crushed inside.At exactly seven PM, I stepped out of my room.The dining room looked completely different. There were elegant table settings, fancy wine, and soft lighting that made everything seem warm and inviting rather than cold and intimidating. Three men in expensive suits were chatting with my father—likely business associates or political contacts. They were the kind of powerful individuals who viewed people as mere tools to use for their gain.When my father saw me, he smiled, putting on a warm and fatherly face for our guests. “There’s my girl. Gentlemen, this is my daughter Alina. She’s been through a tough time but is doing much better now.”“Ms. Hart,” I smiled and

Ronan's POV I crossed the room in three strides, and she met me halfway, throwing herself into my arms with such force we nearly fell. I caught her, held her tight, felt her shaking against me like she might fall apart completely.“I’ve got you,” I murmured into her hair. “I’m here. You’re safe.”“You actually came,” she gasped, a mix of laughter and tears in her voice. I thought—I didn’t know if you’d get my messages, if Margaret would help, if…”“Shh.” I pulled back just enough to see her face, using my thumbs to wipe away tears. “We got everything. The photos, the evidence. And we’re getting you out. Tonight.”“How?” She looked toward the door, fear flickering across her face. “The guards, the cameras…”“I’ve taken care of it. The cameras are on a loop, and the guards are busy. We only have about twelve minutes before anyone realizes you’re missing.”“Twelve minutes,” she repeated, and something fierce lit in her eyes. “Okay. Let me just grab…”“No time for packing,” I said. “Just

Alina's POVAfter a few moments, I rose up, his mouth crashing back onto mine. His hands cupped my breasts through my shirt, thumbs flicking and circling my nipples until I whimpered into his mouth, the fabric an agonizing barrier. "Let me…take this…Off," I panted, tearing at my own shirt.As I pulled my top over my head, he shoved my jeans and panties down in one desperate push. I pushed them aside, naked and dripping and ready. He stripped off his own shirt, and then his mouth was on my breast, hot and wet, suckling hard, his tongue latching onto my nipple while his hand slid between my legs, finding me slick and aching. I cried out, my head thrown back as I rode his fingers, and he covered my mouth with his own, swallowing the sound."We can't be loud," he rasped.I scrambled, grabbing a discarded t-shirt from the floor. "I know…i know," I breathed, and shoved a wad of the soft fabric between my teeth, biting down then straddling him.He lifted me slightly, then I guided him insid