All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Maddie's POV The morning light felt like a physical weight before I even opened my eyes. I was wedged comfortably, my body anchored by the heavy, familiar heat of Jax on my left and Rook on my right. The scent of cedar, motor oil, and expensive pre-game muscle rub filled my senses, usually a comfort, but today it felt suffocating.I needed to move. I needed air.I tried to slide my legs out from under the duvet, moving an inch at a time so I wouldn't disturb them. The moment my feet touched the cold hardwood floor, it happened.A blinding, white-hot flash of light slammed into my retinas. It wasn't like a lamp being turned on; it was like a supernova detonating inside my skull."Agh! God!" I shrieked, clutching my head as I collapsed back onto the edge of the mattress. My vision fractured into a thousand jagged shards of silver."Maddie? Hey, what’s happening?" Jax’s voice was instantly alert, his heavy hand landing on my shoulder."Mads? Talk to me, sweetheart," Rook groaned, his vo

Jax’s POVThe morning air in the training facility tasted like floor wax, a sharp, sterile bite that did nothing to calm the buzzing under my skin. I pulled my jersey over my pads, the fabric snagging on the buckles of my chest protector. My hands were steady—biker’s hands, athlete’s hands—but my mind was a mess of jagged edges.I grabbed my stick and headed toward the main floor, but I stopped dead the moment I saw her.Maddie was there. She wasn't just observing; she was standing in the archery lane, a recurve bow gripped in her hand. Her posture was rigid, her focus so intense it seemed to vibrate. Rook stood at her shoulder, his voice a low murmur as he adjusted the tilt of her elbow."Steady," Rook said, his hand hovering near her waist. "Don’t fight the tension. Let it become part of you."Maddie didn't respond with words. She just drew the string back, her muscles corded and lean, and let the arrow fly. It thudded into the center of the target with a sickeningly precise *thwack

Jax’s POV The scent hit me like a physical blow—the sharp, metallic tang of royal blood and old, rotting power. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I watched Damon Voss lean forward on that dais, his eyes tracking Maddie’s every movement. "Silas, you smelled that, didn't you?" I muttered, my voice barely audible over the growing roar of the arena.Silas didn't look at me, but his knuckles were white where he gripped his jacket. "It’s him. The King. Dare said he might show, but I didn't think he’d have the balls to sit front and center.""He's not here for the sport," I said, my chest tightening. "He’s here for his property. Everything you and Dare said... it wasn't a hallucination from the stress. It’s all true. He’s here to take her back.""We aren't letting that happen, Jax," Silas hissed."I know," I said, my mind already racing through the logistics of the perimeter. "Which means the back exit near the storage bunkers isn't just an option anymore. It’s the require

Dare’s POVThe blood in my veins felt like liquid lead, heavy and scorching. Every word Chimera had spit out was looping in my brain like a death sentence. They weren't just trying to win a tournament; they were hunting. Maddie wasn't a competitor to them; she was a resource."They're going to use her, Silas," I growled, my hands shaking as I checked the tire pressure on my bike. The rubber felt hot under my palm, matching the fever in my skull. "Chimera wasn't lying. I saw it in his eyes. If she doesn't roll over and play their game, if she doesn't become the little lapdog they want for their 'personal gain,' they’re just going to put a bullet in her head."I gripped the handlebars so hard the leather groaned. Across the staging area, the sounds of the second event were already rising—the dull thud of flesh on flesh. Sylvester, one of our best pack warriors, was out there right now in the hand-to-hand combat pits. I could hear the roar of the crowd, a sound that made me want to vomit

Maddie's POVThe static in my earpiece smoothed out into the sharp, commanding rasp of Jax’s voice. "Maddie, get in place. Now. The window is closing.""I’m moving," I whispered into the collar of my jacket, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "I'm heading into the thick of it."I pushed through the wall of bodies, my shoulders brushing against sweaty leather and the rough fabric of racing jerseys. The air at the track was thick with the scent of high-octane fuel and the metallic tang of adrenaline. I found my spot, wedged between a group of rowdy bikers and a pair of scouts, blending into the frantic energy of the crowd. Below us, the dirt track was a blurred circle of chaos. I locked my eyes on the rider in the black and chrome—Dare. He was leaning dangerously low, his bike screaming as he tore through the first turn. But he wasn't alone. A rider in the jagged red of the Saints was glued to his flank, his bike heavy and wide, purposefully swerving into Dare’s pa