Todos los capítulos de Punished by Husband, Forced by Biker Daddies: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER 1: Home Sweet HellBetty's POV“Well, hello there, hot ass chick! Where you rushing off to, all alone?”I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The voice belonged to one of the lowlifes who always hung out thinking they owned the sidewalk. I kept my head down, muttering under my breath.“Alright, Betty, just keep walking,” I told myself. “Don’t give ’em the satisfaction.”But my mouth, it has a mind of its own sometimes.“My ass is married, you mouth-breathing troglodyte,” I mumbled, way too low for anyone to actually hear.Another voice, this one raspier, joined in.“Damn, look at that walk. You need some company, sweet thing? We can keep you warm.”I clutched my grocery bag tighter. My house was just up the street.. so close.The group of them started drifting away from their wall, following me. My heart did a little tap dance and not the fun kind.This was the highlight of my day. A romantic stroll home, being serenaded by a choir of creeps.And you know what made it even

Betty's POVHe stopped abruptly and broke the kiss, pulling back like he’d been burned.We were both just staring at each other, panting with this huge “what the fuck did we just do?” hanging in the air between us.His hand which had been cupping my breast through my shirt jerked away like he’d been holding a live grenade.“Shit. Betty, I'm..,” he started with his voice in a low and rough rasp.I didn't let him finish though.. I grabbed his wrist and he looked down at my hand then back at my face with his eyes dark and confused.I didn't say a word. I just guided his hand back to my breast and held it there. I gave a tiny desperate nod. Yes. This. I want this.That was all the permission he needed.He crashed back into me with his kiss fiercer this time with all hesitation gone. One hand squeezed my breast while the other slid down to grab my ass, pulling me flush against him. I could feel how hard he was and a thrill shot straight through me.We stumbled backward until my knees hit t

Betty's POVI was sitting on the edge of the bed picking at a thread in the quilt when Colt decided to drop the mother of all truth bombs.It had been a weird few days. You know, the usual. Find out your husband’s a cheating bastard, almost bang his friend in a remote cabin then watch said brother’s other brothers turn into giant naked wolves right in front of you.. standard Tuesday stuff.Colt had been surprisingly calm about the whole werewolf reveal. He’d brought me a coffee... black how I liked it... and sat down like he was about to explain a weird stain on the ceiling, not the complete upheaval of everything I thought was real.“So, let me get this straight,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “You’re a werewolf.”“Yes,” he said, his voice steady.“And Damon and Blaze… also werewolves.”“Correct.”“And my shithead husband, Travis… also a werewolf? And I lived with him for three years and never noticed he turned into a furry monster once a month?”“The ‘camping trips’,” Colt n

Betty's POVAt first I thought I was hearing things, but then I was right. I heard someone being hit, but I couldn't tell who it was because I wasn't checking. When I heard the first hit, I did not flinch.That surprised me a little. I just sat at the table with my hands flat on the wood and I listened.It didn't take me long enough to realize who was getting beaten up, and I could tell it was my husband, obviously. He's up against three men who could gang up to kill him even without using much strength, no matter what weapon he had in hand. He's the one who broke into their place without knocking or with no sense of respect. He deserves it. I could hear it loud and clear. Flesh hitting flesh in a steady rhythm. A body hitting a tree, hard, and the tree winning. Travis's snarl, furious and humiliated, cutting through the dark outside.Damon wasn't shifting. I could tell because there was no sound of it, none of those horrible wet cracks from before. He was doing this as a man. He was

Damon's POV This was the first time I am being genuinely caught off guard by someone. I didn't exactly want to treat her like this but I wanted to establish some authority with her. I kept trying to read her but I couldn't. She was sitting at the table looking at me like she was waiting for me to say something reasonable and I was standing there with nothing reasonable to say because I could not figure her out and that bothered me more than I wanted to admit.She should have been completely worried. Yesterday we told her everything. Werewolves, mates, the bond, all of it. Most humans who found out what we were needed days to process it. Some never came back from it. The ones who stayed were usually shaking for a week.Betty slept, ate breakfast and signed a legal agreement before her coffee went cold.I kept watching her face for the crack. Maybe she's just trying to be strong enough so that she wouldn't break down. This was exactly what I kept telling myself because I was waiting f