Todos los capítulos de Punished by Husband, Forced by Biker Daddies: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 116

Damon’s POVThe house felt too quiet that morning, like the air itself was holding its breath, and I couldn’t stop replaying Betty’s words—her frustration, the sharp edge in her voice when she walked out earlier, because she was right. She was always right, and hiding her, controlling when she could act or move, it wasn’t keeping anyone safe — it was just delaying the inevitable, and I knew it.I stayed in the living room, map and archive notes spread across the table, trying to figure out a plan, my hand rubbing at my jaw over and over while every scenario ran like a movie in my head, each one ending with Betty or the baby hurt—or worse—and I could hear her moving in the kitchen quietly, shuffling through papers Lucien had left, muttering half to herself about the Crown Bloodline and old archives. Her concentration was sharp, deliberate, and it made my chest ache because even now, hours after her outburst, she refused to rest, refused to slow down, refused to let me keep her safe by

BETTY POVBy the time we reached the archive location, my nerves were completely shot. Blaze hadn't stopped checking mirrors since the gas station, Damon looked like he was preparing for war, and Colt kept pretending everything was fine even though he had checked the perimeter three different times before letting me out of the vehicle.The place didn't look like an archive. It looked abandoned.A massive stone building sat in the middle of the forest, surrounded by overgrown trees and broken walls. Parts of the roof had collapsed years ago, and vines covered almost everything.I stared up at it."This is it?"Lucien nodded."This is it.""It looks haunted.""It probably is," Blaze muttered.Damon ignored him and started giving instructions immediately."Nobody separates. Nobody wanders off. If something feels wrong, say it.""I feel wrong already," I replied.That earned a small smile from Colt."You'll fit right in."We entered through what used to be the main doorway. Dust covered e

BETTY POVThe ride back to the safe house felt longer than usual. Nobody talked much. Damon drove while Colt sat beside him and Blaze rode ahead of us on his bike. Every time I looked through the windshield, he seemed to be pushing the speed limit a little more. Nobody was thinking about the archive anymore or about old records, hidden rooms, or mysterious symbols. We were thinking about Vance. About the army he was building. About Lana. About Travis. About the fact that in three days they would all be gathered together in one place. We weren't chasing clues.We finally knew where the enemy was. The moment we reached the safe house, Damon called an emergency meeting. Within twenty minutes the dining room was packed. Maps covered the table. Phones rang constantly. Wolves moved in and out of the room carrying reports. The atmosphere felt tense before anyone even started speaking."We should act now," Blaze said.Damon didn't even look up from the map. "No."Blaze folded his arms. "We kn