All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Maddie's POV The roar of the engines was drowned out the second we crossed the perimeter of the Crimson Saints’ pack house territory. It wasn't just a welcome; it was a riot of victory. Hundreds of pack members were lined up along the drive, shifting between their human and wolf forms, howling until the air itself seemed to vibrate against the windows of the van. "Listen to that," Silas said, grinning as he looked out the window. "I think they like us, Mads." "They like that we didn't come back in body bags," I replied, though I couldn't stop the small smile tugging at my lips. I looked at Dare, who was slumped against the seat, pale but conscious. "And they like that the Saints finally have a home that nobody can contest." Jax leaned forward, his eyes bright. "We didn't just defend it. We marked it. Every single one of those bastards who tried to move in on us knows exactly whose throat we’re willing to rip out now." As the van pulled to a stop, the doors were practically ripped

Rook’s POV “Explain that, Rook,” Jax rasped, his voice a jagged edge of its former self. He gritted his teeth, his face pale as he struggled to shift. I watched him grab the heavy oak bed frame, his knuckles turning white as he tried to haul his massive frame upward. “If it wasn’t the Saints, then who the hell was it?” I stepped closer, but I didn't help him. Jax needed to feel the floor under his feet if he was going to process what I had to tell him. “Sit back down before you tear those stitches, Jax. You aren't going anywhere.” “Answer me,” he growled, his breathing heavy and rhythmic, a sign of the wolf inside him struggling to mend the damage. I took a breath, the weight of the evidence sitting like lead in my gut. “We found the casing. And the trigger mechanism. It wasn’t a Saint’s scrap-job, Jax. It was one of ours.” Jax froze, his hand still clamped onto the bedpost. He looked up at me, his eyes Narrowing. “One of ours? You’re saying a stray pack member lost a piece of har

Jax's POVI tried to shift my weight, and a white-hot spike of agony shot from my hip through my entire ribcage. I let out a low, guttural groan, clutching the side of the medical cot. I felt like a discarded piece of scrap metal—useless, rusted, and stationary while the world burned outside.“Don’t try to sit up yet, Jax,” the pack physician said, his voice a calm drone that only irritated me more. He walked over, checking the IV drip hooked into my arm. “You’re lucky to be breathing, let alone complaining about the view.”“I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train,” I rasped, my throat raw. “What the hell was on that blade?”The physician sighed, adjusting his glasses. “A rare distillate. It’s an ancient paralyzing agent, an alchemical artifact poison. Even a microscopic amount in the bloodstream is designed to shut down the nervous system of a shifter. It doesn't kill you instantly; it just makes you a statue while they finish the job. You took a significant dose.”I frowned, th

Maddie's POVThe room felt like it was shrinking, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the suffocating heat radiating off Jax’s body. I rushed to his side, my knees hitting the floor hard as I reached for him. When I touched his forehead, I recoiled. He wasn’t just warm; he was scorching."Jax? Jax, look at me," I pleaded, but his eyes were rolled back, flickering under his lids. I turned my attention to the wound on his side. My stomach did a violent flip. It had transformed in the short time I’d been distracted. The flesh wasn't just raw anymore; it was festering, the edges swollen and weeping a thick, greyish fluid. Worst of all, the skin surrounding the bite had turned a ghostly, translucent pale, like the belly of a dead fish. The veins underneath were black, spider-webbing out across his ribs."Move, Maddie! Let us get to him!" Silas’s voice boomed as he and Dare burst through the door. "Don't touch him yet," I snapped, my voice cracking. "Look at the color. Silas

Jax’s PovThe Chimera didn’t step into the room so much as she manifested, her presence a heavy, vibrating hum against my eardrums. She looked at Maddie’s still form, her eyes swirling with colors I couldn’t name."She is not gone," the Chimera said, her voice sounding like a dozen different tones layered over one another. "But the bridge she built is collapsing. To save her, you must find the Silver-Veined Aconite. It grows only in the deepest crevices of the North Ridge, where the moonlight hits the frost."I stood up, my chair scraping harshly against the floor. "And what? I just bring it here and shove it down her throat?""No," she replied, her gaze fixing on me with unnerving intensity. "Bring it to her wolf. Press the crushed leaves against her muzzle. Let the scent and the essence trigger the instinct to heal. If she recognizes the earth, she will pull herself back from the void."I scoffed, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. "You’re serious? A plant? That’s your grand