All Chapters of Claimed by my Biker Stepbrother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

PearlThe hospital room was too bright and too cold. I held Zander’s hand like it was the only thing keeping me connected to the earth while another contraction went through my body.“Fuck!” I groaned, gnashing my teeth together, trying to keep the pain at bay. “This hurts more than getting shot at!”Zander wiped my forehead with a dry handkerchief, his face a map of worry but his voice was steady and reassuring. “You’re doing amazing, baby. Just breathe. I’m right here.”The nurse checked the monitor. “You’re dilating fast, Mrs. Kane. Almost time to push.”Zander leaned down, and said, “You hear that? Our son’s coming. You’ve fought cartel hitmen, survived gunfights, and rode across states with me. You can do this.”I laughed weakly through the pain. “If I scream at you, don’t take it personally.”“I’ll deserve it,” he said with a small smile. “I put him in there.”Another contraction hit. I squeezed his hand so hard I thought I might break bones. “Zander, if anything goes wrong..”

PearlThe backyard of the clubhouse had been turned into something else. String lights hung between trees, wildflowers lined the aisle, and rows of chairs accommodated Iron Wolves members, their old ladies, and a few civilians who had become real friends. It wasn’t a traditional wedding, it was better. It was us.I stood at the edge of the aisle in a flowing white dress that hugged the curves that my pregnancy had given me, holding Finn in my arms. He wore a tiny leather vest with “Future President” stitched on the back, a gift from Brick.Zander waited for me at the front, looking dashingly handsome in a black shirt and his club suit. His eyes locked on mine the second I appeared, and the world narrowed down to just him.Grandma walked beside me, arm linked with mine. “You ready, sweetheart?”“More than ready,” I whispered.As the music played low, we walked forward. Finn cooed and reached for Zander the moment we got close. Zander took him immediately, holding our son against his c

PearlSix months laterThe farmhouse kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and pancakes. Morning light came in through the big windows as I stood at the stove flipping breakfast while Finn bounced happily in his high chair. At eight months old, he was already trying to climb out of everything.Zander walked in from the garage, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His white t-shirt clung to his chest, and that familiar smirk appeared the second he saw me.“Damn, woman. You look too good in my old shirt cooking breakfast,” he said, sliding up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed the side of my neck. “How’s my favorite girl this morning?”I leaned back into him. “Tired but happy. Your son decided 5 a.m. was the perfect time to practice standing.”Zander chuckled and moved over to Finn, picking him up with one arm. “That’s my boy. Gotta start training early if you’re gonna ride with your old man one day.”Finn squealed and grabbed Zander’s beard, and hard.“Easy ther

PearlThe late afternoon sun casted upon our farmhouse in a warm, golden glow that made everything feel almost too perfect. Even thought nothing could ever be made perfect in this world. But I had already learned to make the most of what I had in front of me. And what I had in front of me right now, was all that I was contented with. So to me, yeah, I could call it perfection. I stood on the porch with a glass of iced tea, watching Zander chase Finn across the grass. At ten months old, our son was full of energy, crawling one moment, pulling himself up on furniture the next, and now attempting his first unsteady steps while giggling wildly.Zander scooped him up just before he fell, spinning him in the air. “That’s it, little wolf! You’re getting stronger every day.”The breeze brought back Finn’s laughter to me on the breeze, and it sounded so pure and I felt it heal me even more. I placed a hand on my growing belly, feeling the second baby kick softly. Two years ago, I never could

PearlThe day of our final ride came as bright and clear, like the universe itself had decided to give us the perfect ending. I stood on the porch in my favorite riding jeans and a soft leather jacket Zander had bought me, watching him carefully strap Finn into the custom sidecar. Our son was buzzing with excitement, his little hands gripping the edges as he babbled away.Zander straightened up and turned to me, his eyes sweeping over me with. He had this look in his eyes. This look that told me he wasn't going to go anywhere without me. That I belonged to him, by his side. It was a look that I looked forward to, if that makes any sense. “You ready, old lady?”I walked down the steps and into his arms. “More than ready. Let’s go chase that sunset you promised me.” “This is it, Pearl. The ride we talked about through every dark night. No cartel, no ghosts. Just us.”We climbed onto the bike. I wrapped my arms tight around Zander’s waist as the engine roared to life. The familiar vib