All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Maddie’s POVThe heavy, rhythmic sound of Silas’s breathing was the first thing I felt as consciousness clawed its way back. My body felt heavy, bruised in that deep, satisfying way that only came after a night of total surrender. I shifted, my skin sticking slightly to the sheets, and felt Silas’s arm draped possessively over my waist. His warmth was a tether, keeping me grounded.I blinked, looking toward the door. Jax was there, but he wasn't coming toward the bed. He was fully dressed, his leather jacket creaking as he pulled his gloves on. He was moving toward the hallway, his posture stiff, his eyes fixed forward."Jax?" I croaked, my voice sounding like I’d swallowed glass.He stopped, his hand on the doorframe, but he didn’t turn around. "Wait," I said, struggling to sit up against the headboard. Silas groaned in his sleep, his hand twitching against my hip, but he didn't wake. I reached out a hand toward Jax, my fingers trembling. "Jax, I need to—about last night, and the wa

Jax’s pov"Look at him, he’s still got that look," Rook said, leaning against the kitchen island with a smirk that made me want to shove a hockey puck down his throat. "That 'I spent the night in the goddess’s temple' look. You’re glowing, Jax. It’s disgusting."I adjusted my leather vest, feeling the tight pull of my muscles, and reached for the coffee pot. "Shut up, Rook. Some of us just have better stamina than you."Dare chuckled from the table, sharpening a hunting knife with rhythmic, grating strokes. "Stamina? Is that what we’re calling it now? I heard you creeping back to your own bunk at four in the morning. Maddie’s a saint for putting up with your heavy-footed ass.""She didn’t seem to mind," I muttered, a smug grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. I couldn't help it. The scent of her—vanilla and something wild—was still clinging to my skin, buried under the smell of motor oil and old leather. The banter died instantly when Silas walked into the room. The air shifted, t

Maddie’s POV"Where is she, Scarlet? Where did you take Kiara?" I demanded, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to sound steady. My eyes darted around the cavernous gloom of the warehouse, searching for any sign of my friend. "This is between us. Why did you have her kidnapped? She has nothing to do with the pack or Jax."Scarlet laughed, a cold, melodic sound that grated against my nerves like sandpaper. She took a slow, predatory step toward me, her heels clicking rhythmically on the concrete. "You really are a curious little thing, aren't you? Always poking your nose where it doesn't belong. You think you’re so clever, Maddie. You think because you managed to twist Jax around your finger with that pathetic, wide-eyed act that you can play me too?""I'm not playing anything," I snapped, my hand slipping into my pocket. My fingers fumbled with my phone, blindly feeling for the voice memo shortcut I’d set up. I felt the slight vibration that signaled it was recording. "I just wa

Maddie’s POVThe air in the warehouse was thick with the scent of damp concrete and the metallic tang of betrayal. I stood frozen, my eyes darting between the fractured groups in front of me. It looked awkward—a jagged, disorganized mess of shifting loyalties—but in my heart, the sight was favorable. Scarlet, who only minutes ago had been preening with a sense of untouchable authority, was now screaming at the very men she had called her reinforcements. They weren't listening to her anymore. They were looking right through her."What do you mean, you're not moving?" Scarlet shrieked, her voice cracking as she stepped toward a man with a jagged scar across his nose. "I told you to grab her! I told you to finish this!"The man didn't even flinch. He looked at the tall, broad-shouldered man standing in the center of the room—the one I presumed was the leader. "We don't take orders from you, Scarlet," the scarred man said coldly. "I am the one who brought you here!" Scarlet’s face was

Rook’s povI kept my eyes locked on the back of Silas’s head, watching the way his shoulders twitched under his leather jacket. Jax’s order echoed in my mind like a low-frequency hum: *Watch him, Rook. Don’t let him out of your sight. Something’s wrong.*Jax wasn’t one for paranoia, which meant whatever he’d seen this morning was significant. As we wove our motorcycles through the industrial sprawl leading away from the docks, Silas’s riding grew erratic. He was swerving slightly, his grip on the handlebars white-knuckled."You’re staring, Rook," Silas snapped over the comms, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. "Eyes on the road, not my ass.""Just checking your blind spot, Silas," I lied, my voice smooth and devoid of the tension coiling in my gut. "You’re taking those corners a bit wide. Don’t want you clipping a curb before we find her.""I'm fine," he growled, though he nearly veered into a pile of rusted scrap metal as he said it. "Just focus. Maddie’s close.