All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alina's POVWe entered the industrial area, and I felt the change instantly. This was Serpent territory. Suddenly, there were people watching us from the corners of the streets, and bikes appeared seemingly out of nowhere to surround us, blocking our path from any pursuers.The black sedans fell back. They weren’t gone, but they clearly knew better than to chase us into the enemy’s territory where every shadow might hide a gun pointed their way.“Looks like we lost them,” Jaxon said, but he didn’t slow down. We drove straight through the compound gates, where guards rushed to let us in. Familiar faces of the Serpents surrounded us, weapons drawn, ready for anything.The SUV barely came to a stop before Maddox jumped out, giving orders. “Get medical help here NOW! Ronan’s hurt!”Someone dashed away while another person quickly brought a stretcher. Hands reached in to help Ronan, but he pushed them away, determined to walk even though he clearly struggled.“I’m fine,” he insisted, his v

Maddox's POVWe arrived at the service entrance, and thanks to Margaret's access codes, we got in without any trouble. The door opened quietly, and we slipped inside, moving like shadows through the hallways I had memorized from Alina's pictures.The building was buzzing with activity—catering staff setting up, security personnel on patrol, and guests arriving for the gala. We were cautious, sticking to service corridors and areas meant for staff only, avoiding contact where we could. When we had to, we dealt with anyone getting in our way quickly and quietly.Two guards stationed near the service elevator never knew what hit them. Blade and another Serpent dragged them into a storage closet while we kept moving."Alina's in the penthouse," Ronan said as he listened in on her conversation. "She wants to talk to Hart alone. He’s pretending to be a concerned father while putting on a show for the crowd."We reached the private elevator th

Alina's POV I changed in the bathroom, washing the blood from my hands and arms but unable to get it out from under my nails.When I returned to the waiting room, both Jaxon and Ronan were there, along with several other Serpents. Blade, Ghost, even Viper had shown up, all of them looking uncomfortable in the hospital environment but present nonetheless.“Any news?” Ghost asked.I shook my head, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.Three hours became four. Four became five. Jaxon tried to get me to eat, but food tasted like ash. Ronan attempted to distract me with updates about Hart’s arrest, the media coverage, the political fallout. I heard the words without processing them.Finally, after an eternity, the surgical doors swung open, and a doctor stepped out. He was older, with kind eyes behind his glasses, and his scrubs were stained with blood I didn’t want to think about.“Cruz family?” he called out.I was on my feet before he had even finished. “Is he…”“He’s alive,” the

Ronan's POVMaddox looked like he wanted to argue, but he was too tired and in too much pain to say anything. He sank back against the pillows, frustration visible on his face.“We need to move her,” I decided firmly. “Back to the compound. It’s the only place where we can make sure she’s safe.”“But the compound is vulnerable,” Blade countered. “Everyone knows where it is…”“True, but not everyone can get inside,” I responded. “We’ve spent years strengthening it for situations exactly like this. Alina will be safe there until we deal with the Vultures.”“What about Hart’s lawyers?” Alina asked quietly. “If I hide in the compound, they’ll say it’s proof I’m being controlled by you and not making my own choices.”She was right. I hated to admit it, but she was.“Then we’ll document

Alina’s POVAfter they left, I finally lowered the gun, my hands trembling now that the immediate threat was gone. Ronan gently took it from me, engaging the safety and tucking it away.“You okay?” he asked quietly.“I held a gun on someone,” I said, the reality hitting me. “I threatened to shoot her.”“You protected yourself,” he corrected. “It's different princess."“Is it?” I looked at him closely. “Because it didn’t feel different. It felt… easy. Natural. Like I’m becoming exactly what my father always feared.”“You’re becoming what you need to be to survive,” Maddox said from the bed, his voice strained from the effort of staying conscious through all that. “That’s not the same as becoming him.”“Isn’t it?” I moved back to his side, needing the anchor of his presence. “Where’s the line, Maddox? When do I stop being the girl who wants freedom and become the woman who points guns at people?”“When you start