Todos os capítulos de Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Jessica’s POV (The pain did not stop, and what made it worse was not just how strong it was becoming, but how unpredictable it felt, because one moment it would ease just enough for her to breathe, just enough for her to convince herself that maybe it was nothing serious, and the next moment it would return sharper, deeper, like something twisting inside her in a way that made it impossible to ignore.Jessica tried to remain where she was, lying back against the bed with her hand pressed against her stomach, breathing slowly, forcing herself to stay calm the way she had been told to, repeating the same words in her head over and over again as if they could turn into truth if she believed them hard enough, but no matter how much she tried, the feeling would not settle, and instead of fading, it kept growing until it filled her entire body with a quiet, rising fear.It was not normal.That was the thought that finally pushed through everything else.Because this was not how it was supp

Leonard’s POVThe moment Leonard stepped into the healer’s quarters, the air shifted.There was always something about that place that made people slow down, something quiet and controlled that forced even the most restless minds to settle, but none of that touched him now, because his focus was fixed on the weight in his arms and the reality he was still trying to process.“Clear the space,” the healer said immediately, her voice firm as she moved toward him, already preparing, already reading the situation without needing too many words.Leonard did not hesitate as he placed Jessica down carefully, his movements controlled, not gentle out of affection, but precise, because dropping her or mishandling her was not an option, not with the condition she was in.“She’s losing blood,” the healer continued, her eyes sharp as she assessed quickly, her hands already moving, already working.Leonard stepped back, but not far, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him, watching every movemen

Jessica’s POVComing back felt slow and heavy, like her body was rising through something thick that refused to let her go easily, and for a while Jessica could not tell if she was awake or still trapped somewhere between pain and darkness, because everything around her felt distant and unclear.Her eyes opened little by little, not all at once, just enough for light to slip in and settle into her vision, and even that felt like too much at first, because her head ached and her body felt weak in a way she had never experienced before, as if every bit of strength she once had had been drained out of her without warning.For a moment, she did not move, and she did not speak, because she needed to understand where she was, needed to gather herself, needed to make sense of what had happened, but before her thoughts could fully come together, she heard a voice that pulled her back more than anything else.“Jessica…”It was her mother.The sound of it was soft but shaking, filled with a kin

Jessica’s POVThe room felt too quiet after Leonard left, but not the kind of quiet that brought peace, because this silence only made everything louder inside Jessica’s head, every thought, every memory, every feeling she was trying so hard not to face.For a long moment, she did not move from where she stood, her eyes fixed on the door he had just walked through, as if a part of her still expected it to open again, as if she believed he might come back and say something more, something that would make everything feel different.But he didn’t.And slowly, that small hope faded.Jessica let out a soft breath, one she didn’t even realize she had been holding, and her hand moved gently to her stomach, resting there like it belonged there, like it was the only place that still felt steady.Her fingers pressed lightly, careful, almost afraid, like she could hurt something if she wasn’t gentle enough.“It’s okay…” she whispered softly, her voice quiet but steady, even though her chest stil

Zara’s POVZara had never been the kind of woman who believed in soft promises or easy love, because from a very young age she had learned that most words meant nothing if they were not followed by action, and in her world, action was all that mattered.She stood by the window in the room she had been given, her arms folded loosely as she looked out over the unfamiliar grounds, taking in the movement of the pack, the way people walked with purpose, the way everything seemed to follow a quiet order, and even though she had only been here for a short time, she could already tell that this place was different from where she came from.Her father’s pack had always been loud in a way that felt empty, filled with men who spoke too much and proved too little, men who carried pride without strength, and power without control, and after years of being surrounded by that, she had grown tired of it in a way she could not easily explain.She let out a slow breath, her fingers tapping lightly agai