All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Draven povDraven didn’t move right away after she left.He stayed where he was, as if the ground had decided to keep him there, as if taking a step meant accepting something he wasn’t ready to yet. The air between them still felt charged, not with anger exactly, but with something misalignment. Like two people standing on the same path but seeing completely different versions of it.Allene’s words replayed in fragments in his head. Not the full sentences, but the weight behind them. The way she had said Kattie’s name. The certainty about Leonard. The way she hadn’t begged him to believe her, only expected him to listen. That difference kept pressing at him more than he liked.He exhaled slowly through his nose, dragging a hand through his hair as he finally broke his stillness.“This is getting out of hand,” he muttered to himself, though it didn’t sound like conviction. It sounded like someone trying to force order onto something already slipping.But even as he said it, that tight

Draven’s POVThings did not stay the same after that conversation.Even though nothing had been proven yet, even though no one stood in the middle of the pack and spoke the truth out loud, something had already shifted, and it showed in small ways at first, in quiet changes that most people would not notice unless they were paying close attention.Draven noticed.He noticed the way Allene stopped coming to him unless it was about the race or something that needed to be done, and even then, her words were short, her tone calm but distant, like she had already drawn a line and had no intention of crossing it again.He noticed the way she avoided being alone with him, the way she stepped back slightly whenever he came too close, not in fear, but in choice, like she had decided exactly how much space she was going to keep between them and was not willing to change it.And then there was Kattie.At first, it was subtle.A change in the way she spoke.A shift in the way she carried herself.

Draven’s POVThe walk back to the encampment felt longer than it had ever felt before, even though nothing about the distance had changed, because this time he was not just returning from a patrol or a meeting, he was returning with the weight of truth sitting heavily in his chest, a truth that was going to break something inside the pack the moment he spoke it out loud.He did not slow down.He did not stop to think about how to soften it or delay it, because there was no gentle way to say something like this, and hiding it would only make things worse.The moment he stepped into the main grounds, he sent word for everyone important to gather, the riders, the elders, the ones who had a voice and influence, because this was not something to whisper about in corners, this was something that needed to be faced directly.People came quickly.Too quickly.Because they could already feel that something was wrong.They gathered in small groups at first, speaking in low voices, exchanging lo

(Steamy scenes please readers discretion is advised)The quiet between them stretched, but it was a living thing now, not a void. Draven watched Allene’s face, the subtle shifts in her expression as she looked at the simple arrangement he’d made. Her guard was still there, a wall he’d built himself with his own doubt, but it felt less absolute. She picked up a piece of bread, took a small bite, and set it down. A simple action, but it was an acceptance. She was here. She was staying.They ate slowly, the conversation sparse and gentle, touching on the riders, the upcoming race, the logistics of the camp—everything but the wound between them. It was a careful dance, and Draven let her lead. He answered when she spoke, offered observations, but didn’t push. He felt the weight of her presence, the soft tension of her body just a few feet away, and a deeper hunger began to stir beneath his careful control. It wasn’t just desire; it was a need to reconnect, to bridge the gap not with words

Kattie’s POVKattie did not stop walking even after the territory disappeared behind her, because if she slowed down, even for a moment, she knew the anger sitting inside her would settle into something heavier, something harder to carry, and she refused to let that happen.The night air was cold, but she barely felt it, because everything inside her burned too hot for anything else to matter, her thoughts moving too fast, circling the same thing over and over again, the same moment, the same look on his face, the same words that had not left her since she walked away.I’m banishing you.The memory made her jaw tighten.Not because of the punishment.Not because of what she had lost.But because of how easily he had chosen.Because in the end, that was what it came down to.He chose Allene.Not directly.Not in words.But in everything that mattered.Kattie let out a sharp breath as she finally slowed down, stopping near the edge of a quiet road where no one would disturb her, her han