All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SableIt’s been three days since I woke up, and apparently I was out for almost four before that, which means I’ve spent the better part of a week in a hospital bed listening to machines breathe for me and nurses remind me not to move too fast. The doctors say I’m improving, that the swelling in my head has gone down enough for them to feel comfortable letting me leave, but they keep layering that reassurance with warnings about dizziness, headaches, and taking it easy. I nod through all of it like I’m listening, but the truth is I stopped caring the second they said I could go home.What I haven’t stopped noticing is them.Jarek stands near the door while Hannah finishes signing discharge papers, his posture relaxed on the surface but tight underneath it, like he’s still expecting something to go wrong at any second. Marcus is by the window, arms crossed, gaze moving constantly, not resting on anything for long. They’ve both been like this since I opened my eyes—attentive in a way th

MarcusThe garage smelled like oil, cold metal, and rain that never actually came.I stood at the workbench pretending I gave a damn about the carburetor sitting in pieces in front of me, but my mind hadn’t been on engines for the last week. Every thought eventually circled back to the same place.Sable asleep between me and Jarek.Sable waking up confused and reaching for both of us.Sable smiling for the first time since the hospital when Bryce said something stupid at the bar.It was getting harder to breathe around her without wanting things I had no business wanting.The sound of boots crossing concrete pulled me out of it.Garrett.Of fucking course.“You look stressed,” he said, voice slipping immediately into that soft, coaxing tone he used when he wanted something. “Thought maybe I could help you relax.”I didn’t even turn around before I answered. “Not interested.”“Marcus—”I glanced over just in time to see him dropping to his knees beside me anyway, fingers already reachi

MarcusTen minutes.That was all it had taken. Ten minutes since Sable had slid off her stool with that little smirk and climbed the stairs like she knew exactly what was waiting for her up there. I’d stayed at the bar, pretending the whiskey in my glass still mattered, when my phone buzzed against the scarred wood.Jarek: Get your ass upstairs now.My stomach bottomed out.Fuck.I knew what had been happening up there. I’d felt the shift in the air when she left—the way Jarek’s eyes had tracked her like she was the only thing in the room. But that text wasn’t casual. Jarek didn’t summon me like that unless something was wrong. She’d relapsed. The doctor had missed something. She was hurting. Bleeding. Something worse.I was moving before my brain caught up, boots pounding across the floor. I took the stairs two at a time, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. By the time I reached Jarek’s door I didn’t knock—I shoved it open, chest heaving.“What’s wron

SableThe words hung in the air between us like a promise I still couldn’t quite believe I’d made out loud.I think I do want this.My heart was still hammering from saying it. From watching both of them absorb it without flinching. From the way Jarek’s hand had stayed gentle on my waist and Marcus’s fingers had squeezed my ankle like he was afraid I might vanish if he let go.No one moved for a long moment. The morning light had grown brighter, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets and the three of us tangled in Jarek’s massive bed. I was still lying on my side, back pressed to Jarek’s chest, facing Marcus. The reality of what we’d just agreed to settled over me like warm honey—sweet, thick, and a little terrifying.Jarek’s breath brushed the nape of my neck. Then his hand slid up, slow and deliberate, until his fingers wrapped loosely around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Claiming. His other hand drifted over my hip and down between my legs, cupping me possessive

  Sable I was still shaky when Jarek’s phone rang. Not physically shaky anymore. The trembling had mostly stopped after the bath of reassurance they’d wrapped around me in bed afterward, both of them holding me like I was something precious instead of something broken. But emotionally? My entire body still felt cracked open in a way I didn’t fully understand yet. Jarek glanced toward the nightstand where his phone buzzed. The second he saw the screen, his whole expression changed. He pushed upright immediately, already reaching for his jeans from the floor. Marcus noti