Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Draven pov(Steamy scenes)He didn’t remember deciding to move, but his boots were already carrying him across the training field, gravel crunching with a purpose that echoed the new certainty in his chest. The pack house loomed, its windows glowing like warm amber in the deepening twilight. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat that drowned out the evening quiet. Allene.Her chambers were in the west wing, separate from his own. A formality of their contract. A lie he was done living.He took the stairs two at a time, the sound of his footsteps swallowed by the thick hallway runner. Outside her door, he paused. A sliver of golden light spilled from beneath it. He could hear the faint rustle of papers inside.He didn’t knock.The door swung open under his hand, and he stepped inside.Allene stood by her desk, still in her training leathers, a map of the racecourse spread before her. She jumped at the sudden intrusion, her head snapping up. Surprise flashed in her eye

(Steamy scenes)His fingers traced a burning path up the inside of her thigh, a slow, deliberate promise. The blanket had slipped away, and the cool air of the study was a sharp contrast to the heat of their tangled bodies. Her skin was still sensitized, every nerve ending singing from their previous joining, and his lightest touch felt like a brand.“Every inch,” he repeated, his voice a dark whisper against her lips before he kissed her again. This kiss was different—not the claiming fury of before, but a deep, savoring exploration. He tasted her slowly, his tongue sliding against hers as his hand finally cupped her sex. She was still swollen, incredibly wet, and she arched into his palm with a soft, needy sound.He broke the kiss, his eyes burning into hers. “I want to taste you.” The words were a low command, not a request. “I want to feel you come against my tongue.”Before she could form a coherent thought, he was moving. He slid down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire o

Jessica’s POVLife felt better for Jessica and she felt it every single day.From the moment the news of her pregnancy spread through the Silver Fang pack, everything around her became different. The same wolves who barely looked at her before now greeted her with warm smiles. Servants bowed their heads when she passed. Guards opened doors quickly for her.For the first time, Jessica felt important.Important in a way she had always dreamed of.She placed her hand gently over her stomach as she walked through the pack house hallway.The baby inside her was still very small. She could not feel it yet, but just knowing it was there made her heart swell with pride.Leonard’s child.The future heir of the Silver Fang pack.That thought alone was enough to make people treat her differently.Even Leonard’s mother had changed her attitude.Before, the older woman had barely hidden her dislike. She had always reminded Jessica that she was only a mistress, nothing more. Someone who should kno

Katie’s POVThe sky was still dark when Katie left her room.Most of the pack was asleep. The halls of the Obsidian pack house were quiet, the only sounds coming from the wind outside and the soft creak of the wooden floors as she walked.She liked this hour.No one asked questions.No one watched her.Katie pulled her hood over her head and stepped outside into the cold early morning air. The training grounds were empty, the motorcycles lined up quietly near the racing ring like silent animals waiting for the day to begin.Her hand slipped into her pocket.She felt the small packet Leonard had given her.The hard drug.The plan.Katie’s lips curved into a faint smile.“This will work,” she whispered to herself.The racers trusted her.They had trained together for weeks. They respected her position as Draven’s assistant during training. None of them would question something that looked like it came from Allene.And that was exactly what Katie planned to do.She walked quietly toward

– Draven’s POVThe Alpha Council Hall was colder than Draven remembered.The large stone room stood at the center of the neutral territory where all packs met when serious matters had to be discussed. Tall pillars surrounded the hall, and the long table of the elders stood at the front of the chamber.Today, the room was filled.Several pack representatives sat quietly along the sides. Guards stood near the doors. The council elders sat in their high seats, watching everything with calm but sharp eyes.Draven stood beside Allene near the center of the room.He could feel the tension in the air.Beside him, Allene stood straight, her posture calm even though he knew she was nervous. Her hands were folded in front of her, and her eyes stayed focused on the elders.Draven glanced at her briefly.“You’re alright?” he asked quietly.Allene nodded.“Yes.”But he noticed the slight tightness in her shoulders.This meeting had come suddenly.The letter from the council had not explained much,