All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Madeleine’s POV Mate!! The word clawed at my mind, sent from a place deep inside me, a place I usually kept locked down. My wolf, usually a quiet, mournful presence, was alight with an ecstatic, terrifying joy. Him. Our Alpha. Damon. My legs, however, remained rooted to the spot, heavy as lead. An Alpha. A servant. The words clashed, an ugly, impossible dissonance. A throat cleared, sharp and sudden, slicing through the buzzing in my ears. I flinched, my eyes darting to Moon Priest Elias, who stood in the center of the clearing, his aged face now etched with a strange concern. The celebratory murmurs of the full moon ceremony had died, replaced by a suffocating silence. “The Moon Goddess has blessed us,” Elias’s voice boomed, though a hint of uncertainty colored his tone. He swept his gaze across the assembled pack members. “A mate bond has appeared.” My breath hitched. My hands flew to my mouth, pressing against my lips as if to physically silence the ecstatic howl threatening

Madeleine’s POV The cold night air bit at my exposed skin, but a different kind of chill laced through my blood. “Found her?” I croaked, my voice a ragged whisper, barely audible over the roaring in my ears. The words didn't make sense. Found who? My head throbbed, each beat a hammer strike against my skull. The man knelt beside me, his scent a mix of leather, something sharp like the wild forest, and a hint of desperation. He pulled off his heavy leather vest. “It’s alright now, little one,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, surprisingly gentle. He carefully wrapped the vest around my shoulders. The warmth seeped into me, a welcome relief from the biting cold, but it felt wrong. It felt undeserved. What was happening? And who was he calling ‘little one’? He scooped me up, his arms strong and steady, cradling me with an ease that suggested I weighed nothing. My head lolled against his shoulder, my vision blurring at the edges. I saw the gleam of metal, the dark shape of a motorc

Madeleine’s POV The first thing I felt was pain. A deep ache spread through my side, reminding me of the arrow that had almost taken my life. My body felt heavy, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then everything came rushing back. The forest. The hunters. The motorcycle. The rogues. My eyes opened immediately. I stared at the ceiling above me, my breathing becoming uneven as I tried to understand my surroundings. This wasn’t the forest. I was lying on a bed. Not the kind of bed I was used to. The blankets beneath me were so soft that my fingers moved over the fabric without thinking. I had never slept on anything like this before. Even when I was given a place to rest in the servant quarters, it was always a thin mattress that barely protected me from the cold floor. I pulled my hand back quickly. I didn’t belong here. Slowly, I sat up. Pain shot through my side, forcing me to stop. I pressed my hand against the wound and waited until the pain settled before lo

Madeleine’s POV I had never been good at sitting still. Even after everything that happened, even after waking up in a strange place surrounded by strangers who claimed I was safe, my body refused to relax. Every time I stayed in one place for too long, my mind started searching for things that could go wrong. It reminded me of every rule I had learned growing up, every task I had been given, and every time I had been told that if I wasn’t useful, I had no reason to be there. So, when I walked into the kitchen that morning and saw dishes stacked beside the sink, I didn’t think twice before picking them up. Nobody had asked me to help. Nobody had told me I needed to earn my place. But my hands moved anyway. It was easier this way. Cleaning was something I understood. There were rules to it. There was a beginning and an end. You could see when something was done properly. “You know nobody told you to do that, right?” I froze. The dish in my hand slipped slightly before I turned aroun

Madeleine's POV Panic bit at me even before my eyes fully opened. It wasn’t a dream. This was real. I was here with them, with these… rogues. Every instinct screamed at me. Rogues had enemies. Rogues were dangerous. I had to get out. My heart hammered against my ribs, a desperate drumbeat urging flight. The rising sun cast weak shadows through the unfamiliar window, painting the room in a sickly, pale yellow. My stomach churned. Last night, in the chaos, I hadn’t given it a real thought, but now, the implications washed over me like a cold wave. I was in a den of… I didn’t even know what to call them. Exiles? Criminals? Hunters? Escape. That was the only option.I eased myself up, testing my still-aching muscles. My ankle throbbed, but I could put weight on it. I’d walked on worse. Carefully, I crept to the door, pressing my ear against the cool wood. Silence. The house felt huge, empty. They must still be asleep. Good. This was my chance. I swallowed, the dryness in my throat making