Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Allene's POVThe ground was cold and the pebbles dug into my skin without remorse.That was the first thing I felt when my mind came back to me. Cold stone pressed against my back, my arms, my legs. I was sprawled across it like I had been dropped there and forgotten. My skin prickled everywhere, not just from the cold but from the weight of too many eyes.I kept my arms around myself trying to shield my nakedness.Panic rushed through me, sharp and choking. My body felt weak and heavy from the beating I had just received and tears stung my eyes threatening to escape and show My weakness to everyone present. My fingers trembled as I dragged them over my skin, uselessly trying to hide myself from the stares around me.The voices came next. Low murmurs. Uneasy shuffling. No one spoke clearly enough for me to understand, but I knew what they were doing.Draven's voice had heightened the tension and now I felt him approaching.Heavy footsteps approached, slow but dangerous, like a predato

Draven’s POVThe weight didn’t lift when the sun rose. If anything, it pressed harder. The burden of what I had to do as the alpha. It sat on my chest like a heavy stone, pressing down with every breath that I took. Even as the sun climbed higher in the sky, the weight refused to losen it's grip.Yesterday clung to me like a second skin. The training grounds, the way the pack had shifted, eyes sharp and curious. The murmurs that followed me even after I left. Then Kattie, standing in my throne room like she already owned the place, talking about mates and futures like they were contracts waiting to be signed.And Allene. Sweet little Allene who was finally showing some teeth.She threaded through all of it whether I wanted her to or not. And I didn't want her to. I wanted to protect her. To shield her from it all. But she was ready to take back everything that had been taken from her.I stood in the empty hall for a long time before finally moving. The reports on my table blurred toge

Allene’s POVTheir laughter filled my ears as I was sprawled inside the water, naked and beneath then while they stared down at me with dirty lust in their eyes.Low, ugly laughter that scraped against my ears and dragged me out of the fog in my head. My eyelids fluttered and the world swam into focus. Their dark silhouettes blocking out the pale light filtering through the trees.My heart slammed violently against my ribs as memories of my apprehension crashed back into me. I should have known and I should have taken caution.I tried to move but I was too exposed.My breath hitched.Cold air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and thighs as panic surged through me. I scrambled to sit up, clutching my arms across my chest, but one of them crouched in front of me, grinning like he’d just won a prize.“Well, well,” he drawled. “Look what the water dragged in.”Another man laughed. “Leonard’s precious Luna. Naked. Helpless.”My stomach dropped..The name echoed in my head li

Katie's POVFury spammed through me like it was a part of me. The wave of its hear spread across my body like sparks of a motorcycle skittering across dry grounds.By the time I was done lacing my boots, I could already smell the stale air. The reason for my fury.Draven and Allene.Every rogue wolf was talking. Everyone was talking about it.I moved through the corridors with my chin lifted and my spine straight, refusing to acknowledge the whispers that slithered after me like shadows. They spoke softly when I passed, but not softly enough. I heard my name often in the gist but I heard hers more.I dressed in silence, choosing my combat gear with care. Black reinforced pants. A fitted vest. Gloves that molded to my hands like a second skin.. Every buckle tightened was a reminder that I still had command over something in this chaos.When I reached for my weapon, my fingers bypassed the familiar weight of a sword and curled instead around cold steel.A gun.The training grounds were

Draven's POVThe scent of engine oil and heated metal clung to the air like a second skin.It was familiar. Comforting, even. The low growl of bike engines idling in the training yard vibrated through the soles of my boots, through bone and muscle, settling somewhere deep in my chest where instinct lived.I folded my arms across my chest as twenty men and three women stood in uneven rows before me, helmets tucked under their arms. Some alert. Some bored. Some openly defiant. The late afternoon sun burned high overhead, glinting off chrome and matte black frames. Heat shimmered off the dirt track behind them.A very dangerous terrain.Exactly how it should be.“This isn’t a hobby,” I said, voice carrying easily across the yard. “This is survival. If we are going to control the outer territories, we need speed patrols. Fast response teams. Races aren’t games — they’re how we train reflex, coordination, pack movement, and pursuit strategy.”I was finally taking on kade's advice of traini