All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jax’s POV The static on the comms line finally cut out, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in the makeshift command center. I stared at the radio, my knuckles white as I gripped the edge of the table. Every instinct I had as an Alpha screamed at me to tear across the border and rip those Elders’ throats out."Did she just say 'vessels'?" Silas’s voice was strained, his face pale under the flickering fluorescent light of the garage. "Tell me I misheard that. Tell me these holy men aren't running a fucking human trafficking ring under the guise of the Goddess."Rook paced the length of the room, his biker leathers creaking with every agitated movement. "It’s worse than that, Silas. It’s a farm. They’re using the women to fuel their own longevity. No wonder they’ve been backing the Shadow Creek pack against us. We’re too loud, too disruptive. We ask too many questions about why our females go missing during the 'blessings.'""I can't believe this," Silas muttered, slamming a fist into

Jax’s povThe static in my ear sounded like a death rattle before Dare’s voice cut through, cold and jagged. "Jax, change of plans. Kael is dead. Someone just poisoned a member of the Council right under my nose."My heart did a violent roll in my chest. I gripped the edge of the tactical table so hard the metal groaned. "Dead? Dare, confirm—is he definitely gone?""Eyes open, skin purple, smells like a chemistry set exploded," Dare snapped back, his breathing heavy. "He’s gone. The game just changed, Jax. They’re weeding each other out.""Shit," I hissed, looking up at Rook, who had gone pale. "Rook, you heard that? Kael’s a corpse." I turned my focus back to the comms, my mind racing at a hundred miles per hour. The timeline was gone. The forty-eight hours we’d discussed were a fantasy now. "Dare, listen to me. We’re done waiting. This whole place is going to turn into a meat grinder the second they find that body. I want you to go straight to Maddie. Right now. Do not pass go, do n

Maddie’s pov The smoke was thick, tasting of ozone and burnt insulation, but I didn't stop. My boots pounded against the cracked floor tiles as I hauled Dare’s massive frame along. My lungs burned, and every muscle in my arms screamed from the strain, yet somehow, I was moving faster than I ever had. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug. "Come on, Dare! Stay with me!" I wheezed, glancing over my shoulder. Through the haze, I could hear the heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots and the snarls of the Elder’s guards. They were gaining. I scrambled around a corner, my shoulder clipping a jagged piece of wall, but I didn't let him go. I was carrying his weight in a way that shouldn't have been physically possible, but I wasn't questioning the strength of a panicked wolf right now. I ducked into a narrow maintenance alcove and pressed my finger to the earpiece hidden in my hair. "Jax? Jax, do you copy?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "We’re out of the chamber. We’re in the north corridor,

Maddie’s POV My legs felt like leaden weights, every muscle fiber screaming in a synchronized protest against the sheer exertion of the last few hours. The pack house was eerie in its silence, the usual bustle replaced by a heavy, hollow stillness. Most of the warriors were still at the site or processing the fallout of the Council’s collapse. I didn't care about the politics right now. I just needed to stop moving. I found a high-backed armchair in the corner of the lounge and practically collapsed into it. My head hit the velvet upholstery, and the world blurred instantly. "Just five minutes," I muttered to the empty room, my voice a raspy ghost of itself. "Just five..." Sleep didn't come gently; it pulled me under like an undertow. The darkness of my closed eyes shifted into a swirling, iridescent mist. I wasn't in the pack house anymore. I was standing in a void that smelled of ozone and ancient earth. A face materialized out of the haze—Chimera. Her features were sharp, ethe

Maddie’s pov Jax walked into the room like he was carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. He didn’t see me watching him from the kitchen doorway, but I saw everything. The way his jaw was locked so tight the muscle pulsed, the way his eyes darted toward the floor, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. He was trying to act normal, nodding at Rook and Silas, but the mask was cracking at the edges. "Jax?" I called out softly. He jumped, his shoulders hunching before he forced them to drop. "Hey, Maddie. You’re awake." "I am." I walked toward him, ignoring the guys at the stove. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or like you’re about to be one." "Just tired," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Long meeting. Lots of bureaucratic bullshit." "Don't lie to me," I said, stepping into his personal space. I reached out, grabbing his wrist. His pulse was thundering. "I can feel the vibration coming off you. You’re vibrating like a tuning fork. Talk to me." He shook his