All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

SableIt had only been two days since Steve’s funeral, and already Cassandra acted like she’d been living in my house for years.She drifted through the halls wrapped in silk robes that didn’t belong to her, perfume clinging to the walls long after she passed. She laughed too easily. Touched too freely. Took up space like it was owed to her.She wasn’t grieving.I watched from the kitchen doorway as she leaned against the counter, hip cocked, smile slow and deliberate while Luke poured himself a cup of coffee. She brushed her fingers against his arm as she thanked him for “everything he’d done,” her voice lowering, softening, curving into something intimate.Luke didn’t pull away.He didn’t encourage it, either—but that almost made it worse. He let it happen, unbothered, as if her proximity was simply something I was meant to absorb. She didn’t stop with him.The night before, I’d walked into the living room to find her standing far too close to one of Luke’s men. Her hand slid up hi

SableThe divorce papers were ready.Sitting in my inbox like a quietly ticking bomb.I stared at the subject line—Petition for Dissolution of Marriage – Sable Arden & Luke Jones—and felt both sick and free. It had only taken Rebecca two days to pull everything together. Fast, clean, airtight. No joint accounts. No shared property. No kids. Just a name and a legal shackle that never meant what it should’ve.I clicked download. Watched the little spinning wheel blink and blink until the file landed with a soft ding. My hand hovered over the mouse as the printer kicked on across the room.I didn’t shake.Didn’t cry.I just… waited.When the pages were finished, I gathered them like they might burn me. But they didn’t. They just sat there in my hands—ordinary paper laced with the promise of finally breathing again.The only problem?Luke Jones wasn’t going to sign that easily.He wasn’t in love with me. Never had been. But keeping me around served his purposes—on paper, we looked tidy.

  Sable Halloween hit the clubhouse like a Molotov cocktail—orange lights strung across the gate, kids darting around in cheap costumes, music thumping from the garage. The air reeked of bonfires, burnt sugar, and spilled whiskey. And there she was.Cassandra. Center stage. Wearing yellow lace and red lipstick, handing out caramel apples like she wasn’t the fucking reason everything went to hell. Of course, she was.Luke stood near the front steps, crouching to help Jack into a turtle shell two sizes too big. His expression was unreadable. Blank. Co

SableI woke up to sunlight on my face instead of a slammed door.No yelling.No boots pounding down the hall.No Luke barking my name like a summons.Just warmth.Just birds.And somewhere down the block, a dog losing its mind behind a chain-link fence.The mattress was still too firm, the blanket too thin, and the window rattled every time the wind kicked up—but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t wake up braced for impact. I stretched, rolled my shoulders, and let myself breathe.I actually slept.Toast. Eggs. The last of the orange juice. Hair pulled into a braid that wouldn’t stay neat no matter how many times I redid it. I shoved my feet into my boots and stepped outside.The morning air was sharp, edged with exhaust and damp leaves. This neighborhood didn’t wake gently—it coughed itself conscious. A car backfired. Someone shouted two stree