Semua Bab Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Leonard’s POVI had never felt so alive. The moment I triggered Draven enough to get him to react was epic but having him atta k Allene sealed the entire ordeal and it was exhilarating. The races had stopped abruptly as everyone gathered to witness the downfall of the infallible alpha.I was overjoyed.The ride back to Silverfang was intoxicating. The wind cut across my face, sharp and cold, but it only sharpened the thrill in my chest. Word of the incident had spread faster than wildfire through dry brush. By the time I crossed into our territory, wolves were already whispering.Draven had gone feral.In front of everyone.And he had attacked her.He must have been mad all along.He killed his own father out of madness.The rumors were endless and they made me feel some sort of orgasmic climax knowing I had sone this. I had brought Draven to his knees.I didn’t smile, not openly. That would have been unbecoming of a future Alpha. But inside?I was elated.For weeks I had been patient

Allene’s POVI do not know how to carry the weight of a word like sovereign.It sits on my shoulders like a crown forged from iron instead of gold, cold, heavy, unyielding.Ever since that night in the clearing, since the air had torn itself open with light and my bones had shattered and remade themselves into something vast and white and terrible, no one has looked at me the same.They try to hide it.They lower their gazes. They whisper in corners. They bow their heads just a second too long.But I see it.Fear.Reverence.Uncertainty.The ones who witnessed my transformation have agreed to keep silent. For now. Until they understand what I am. What I’ve become.All except Katie.Katie does not bow. She refused to cower or whisper.Her hatred of me is an open wound she does not bother to hide. I catch her eyes lingering whenever I pass, sharp and calculating. She is not afraid of me, she is resentful.And resentment is more dangerous than fear.She is looking for a way to twist the

Allene's povThe first time they handed me the bike, the entire garage went silent.It wasn’t a normal silence. Not the relaxed, lazy quiet the rogues were used to when Rowan cleaned weapons or when the generators hummed at night. This was the kind of silence that weighed. The kind men made when they expected you to fail and wanted front-row seats to it.They didn't like me and they were waiting for my downfall. My insides trembles knowing that a lot was riding on my current situation.Rowan tossed me the keys. He has a smirk on his face. His buddies hollwred and snickered from behind.“You said you could ride.” he said still wearing that smug expression.I caught them without looking away from the machine. The metal gleamed under the hanging bulbs, matte black with streaks of red like claw marks across the tank. Powerful. Untamed. It practically breathed.“I didn’t say could,” I replied calmly. “I said you were training them wrong.”Someone snorted.Another muttered, “Here we go.”Dr

Allene's povThe moment the flare burned into the sky, the world narrowed into a tunnel. Sounds dulled and voices faded. Even the fear I had been feeling quieted. Only the sound of the engines remainedThe vibration beneath me felt alive like a second heartbeat syncing with my own. My fingers tightened around the throttle and instinct took over long before conscious thought could interfere.I didn’t chase Leonard. That would’ve been my first mistake. Leonard never raced the track. He raced the rider. And I had spent five years watching him hunt people who didn’t understand that. So I let him lead.Dust blasted into my visor as he shot ahead aggressively, exactly as expected. He always tried to establish dominance early make his opponent feel slow, make them panic, make them overcorrect.I breathed slowly.I had made an instinctive leap that almost took my life bubi had to risk it all knowing what was on the line.I made the landing. I couldn't believe it at firstThe finish line blurr

Allene’s POVNeutral ground never feels neutral when two packs hate each other. And that was the case between us and silverfang. The air was charged with hostility.The venue chosen by the Council sat exactly between our borders, an old abandoned estate converted into a ceremonial arbitration hall decades ago to prevent territorial violations. No one owned it. No one claimed it. Which meant today, everyone did.And that alone made the air feel sharp enough to cut.The rogues arrived first. One would think we were eager but that was not the case. Draven refused to let us walk into Silverfang’s presence as if we were being summoned. We came early, occupied our side, and waited.I stood beside him near the center aisle marked in white stone across the floor. That line was the boundary. They would stand on one side. We on the other. No crossing until the ritual demanded it.It felt ridiculous. Like children pretending distance could hide history. But ritual mattered to wolves. And this on