All Chapters of Punished by Husband, Forced by Biker Daddies: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Betty's POVI watched it happen from my seat near the middle of the hall, my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my fingertips. One by one, sealed envelopes moved beneath the tables, passing from hand to hand so quietly that the Chairman never looked away from his own speech long enough to notice.Gerald opened his first. I saw his thick fingers break the seal beneath the table, his eyes dropping for just a few seconds before his entire expression changed. Not shock exactly. More like a man who had suspected something ugly for years and was finally seeing the proof written in ink he couldn't deny.Ruth opened hers next. She read two lines, closed it, and pressed her lips together so tight the color drained from them completely. Her eyes found mine across the room, and I saw something burning behind them that looked a lot like the anger I had been carrying inside my chest for months.More envelopes opened. More faces changed. Some Alphas read the documents and immediately looked t

Betty's POVAdrian laid the documents across the Council table one page at a time, slow and deliberate, giving every Alpha in the front row enough time to read the headers before moving to the next. Financial records. Deployment orders. Communication logs bearing the Chairman's personal seal on every single page.The room shifted like water changing direction. I watched it happen from where I stood between Damon and Colt, reading faces the way I had learned to read them over the past few months. Gerald picked up the first page and studied it for a long moment before passing it silently to the Alpha beside him. Ruth took the financial records and held them up close to her eyes, her lips moving slightly as she followed the numbers from one column to the next. Three Alphas near the middle stood from their seats and walked forward to see the documents for themselves, their expressions caught somewhere between disbelief and slow-building fury.Not everyone was convinced. Some of the Chairm

Damon's POVThe passage dropped steeply beneath the Council Hall, the stone walls narrowing until we had to move single file through sections that hadn't seen light in decades. I went first with Betty directly behind me, her hand gripping the back of my jacket so tightly I could feel her knuckles pressing through the fabric. Blaze and Colt moved ahead in shifts, checking every turn and every shadow before signaling us forward.The air changed the deeper we went. Cooler. Heavier. Carrying the smell of old stone and earth that had been sealed away from the surface for longer than anyone alive could remember. The tunnel walls shifted from cut stone to raw rock and then back to stone again, each section older than the last, the craftsmanship rougher, the carvings along the walls becoming more primitive until they looked like they had been made by hands that existed long before the Council was ever built.The passage finally opened into something much larger. Ancient ruins stretched out be

Damon's POVEvery muscle in my body screamed at me to finish the Chairman right there. He was standing five feet away with a blade in his hand and decades of blood on his conscience, and all I had to do was close the distance and end it. But Vance's words hung in the air between us like a wall I couldn't cut through without losing something I might never get back.I kept my blade raised, my eyes locked on the Chairman, but I didn't move forward."Talk fast," I told Vance without looking at him. "And if this is another one of your games, I promise you won't walk out of this chamber."Vance raised both hands slowly, palms open, showing he carried nothing. "I didn't come here to save him. I didn't come here to fight beside him. I spent the last three years believing this man was going to give me everything he promised, and all I got was used until I wasn't convenient anymore.""Then why are you here," Blaze growled from behind me, his voice carrying enough threat to fill the entire chamb

Colt's POVDamon split everyone into teams before the dust from the last fight had even settled. I took six men and headed east through the narrowest passage while Owen led another group west. Blaze stayed with Damon and Betty near the main chamber, ready to move the moment either team reported something worth finding.I watched Owen as he organized his group, giving clear instructions, checking weapons, assigning positions without hesitating or looking to anyone else for approval. He moved through his men with the kind of quiet confidence that only comes from experience, not from being told you're in charge but from actually earning it through months of doing the hard work nobody else wanted to do.When Owen first joined us, he was just another trusted face in the pack. Reliable but quiet. Following orders without questioning them. Now he stood in front of warriors from three different territories and they listened to him the same way they listened to Damon. Not because someone told