Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

Kattie’s POVThe shift started small.That was the best way to do it.Not loud. Not obvious. Just small words, dropped at the right time, in the right ears, until they began to grow on their own. Kattie stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching the riders gather in loose groups, their voices lower than usual, their energy no longer wild like before, but uneasy.Uncertain.And that… that was even better.Because uncertainty could be shaped.“You felt it too, right?” she said softly, stepping into one of the groups like she belonged there.A few of them looked at her.One nodded. “Something wasn’t right.”Kattie gave a small, understanding look, folding her arms lightly like she was just another concerned member of the pack.“It’s not the first time something hasn’t been right,” she added, carefully.They didn’t respond immediately, but she saw it—the way their expressions changed, the way their thoughts began to move in the direction she wanted.“She already admitted she used

Kattie’s POVKattie had expected things to be easier than this.That was the thought that stayed at the back of her mind as she stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching the riders move through drills that no longer carried the same sharpness they once did. The structure was still there on the surface, the same turns, the same routines, but something underneath had shifted, something subtle yet undeniable, and it showed in the way the riders hesitated just a little too long or pushed just a little too hard.It wasn’t balance anymore.It was instability.And the strange part was that the person who used to hold that balance together was still standing right there.Allene hadn’t left.Kattie had been certain she would.After everything that had happened, after the accusation, after the way Draven looked at her, after the silence that followed when she tried to defend herself, it would have made sense for her to walk away. Most people would have. It would have been easier, clea

Allene’s POVAllene did not rush into anything, even though every part of her wanted to act immediately, to defend herself, to go back to Draven and force him to see that she had done nothing wrong, but she knew that doing that now would only make things worse, because the truth was simple and painful at the same time, he did not trust her, and until she had something solid in her hands, something that could not be denied, words would mean nothing.So instead of reacting, she forced herself to slow down, to observe everything carefully, to pay attention to details that others might ignore, because deep down she knew that whatever was happening to the riders was not something ordinary, and it was definitely not something that came from within the pack.The changes in the riders were too obvious to ignore, and the more she watched them, the more uncomfortable she became, because it was not just about being energetic or aggressive, it was something deeper than that, something unnatural t

Allene’s POVAllene had learned something important over the past few days, and it was not something she ever thought she would need to learn again.Sometimes, the hardest thing to do was not fighting.Sometimes, it was staying quiet.She moved through the pack like nothing had changed, like she had accepted everything that had happened, like she was no longer trying to prove anything, and on the surface, it worked, because most of the wolves had already made up their minds, most of them had already decided what to believe, and once people reached that point, they stopped looking for truth.They only looked for confirmation.And right now, everything around her was working against her.But that did not mean she would stop.It only meant she had to be smarter.The training grounds were busy again that morning, filled with the sound of engines and voices, but something about it still felt wrong, something subtle but constant, like a tension that refused to leave even when everything loo

Leonard’s POVLeonard had not planned to go back so soon.At least, that was what he told himself as he stood beside his bike, his thoughts moving slowly but heavily, because the truth was that there was nothing left for him where he had been, no reason to stay longer, no reason to keep delaying what needed to be done.Everything was already moving.The race was close.His pack needed it more than ever.And now, he finally had something that could change everything.He glanced at her.She stood a few steps away, calm as always, her posture relaxed, her expression unreadable in a way that made her hard to figure out, and that alone kept his attention longer than he expected, because he was not used to people like her, people who did not try to impress him, who did not try to please him, who simply existed without bending.It was different.And he liked that.“You ride better than most of my team,” he said, his voice steady as he looked at her.She did not smile.She did not act surpris