All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Maddie’s povThe first thing I smelled was the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic. The second thing I felt was a white-hot throb in my shoulder that made me want to rip the limb off just to stop the pulsing. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to a blindingly white ceiling."Easy, Maddie. Don't try to sit up yet. You’re still full of the sedative they used to dig that magnesium head out."I turned my head slowly. Cam was sitting in a plastic chair pushed right up against my cot, her face tight with worry. She looked like she hadn't moved in hours."What happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling like I’d swallowed a handful of dry gravel. "The gym... the arrow...""Vance let it happen," Cam said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The girl in pink—Brenda—she’s the one who flagged the shooter on the balcony. It was a setup. They wanted to see if you could handle a distraction while being targeted. You failed the 'awareness' check, according to the Commander."I felt a surge of heat that had

Maddie’s pov The courtyard was a sea of shifting bodies and hushed, frantic whispers. The cold night air didn’t seem to matter anymore; all the heat in the area was concentrated on the man kneeling in the gravel. Silas looked like he’d gone through a thresher and come out mocking the blades. Even with his hands zip-tied and his face smeared with dark, metallic-smelling blood, he looked entirely too comfortable. "Who is that?" a girl behind me hissed, leaning into her friend. "Look at his arms. Is he a stray?" "He’s gorgeous," another whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and attraction. "Look at the way he’s looking at the Head Guardian. He’s not even blinking." Silas felt the weight of the eyes on him. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles beneath his torn shirt shifting like coiled snakes. He lifted his head, turning his gaze toward the crowd of students. He didn't look like a prisoner; he looked like a king evaluating a new province. When his eyes landed on me, that d

Maddie’s povJax’s grip was like a vice, grounding me in an instant. I stayed frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs, the adrenaline that had been ready to fuel a fight now curdling into confusion. I looked up at him, ready to ask what he was doing here, when I realized he wasn't alone.To his left stood Rook, his jaw set in a hard, jagged line. To his right was Dare, his usual playful smirk completely absent, replaced by a cold, vacant stare that made my skin crawl. The three of them stood in a wall of muscle and leather, blocking the hallway entirely."Jax?" I breathed, my voice small. "What’s going on?"Before he could answer, a shrill, hysterical laugh cut through the air behind me. I turned to see Brenda, her face flushed a blotchy, triumphant red. She was shaking, but not with fear anymore. It was pure, unadulterated malice."Oh, look at you!" Brenda yelled, pointing a trembling finger at me. "You think you’re so slick, don't you? You think you can just waltz through these h

Maddie’s povI pressed my spine against the cold brick of the maintenance closet, my lungs burning as I stared at the man who had been my protector, my lover, and my friend. Silas took another step, his massive frame blotting out the flickering red light from the hallway. His shoulders were bunched, his jaw set like he was ready to snap my neck.I waited for the killing blow. I waited for him to call me an asset again.But he didn't move. He stood there, his chest heaving under his tactical vest, his head cocking to the side as he stared at me. I searched his face, desperate for a glimmer of the man I knew. His eyes weren't the flat, robotic glass I’d seen in the rink. They were darting, flooded with a frantic, shifting light. They were human."Silas?" I whispered, my voice cracking.He blinked, and the terrifying intensity in his gaze softened into something that looked like pure agony. "Maddie," he breathed. He took a shaky step forward, his hands twitching at his sides. "I don’t...

Maddie’s povMy claws scraped against the cold concrete as I stood over the scene, my vision sharpened by the primal power of the wolf. I was no longer just a girl; I was a creature of myth, draped in white fur that shimmered with the remnants of the celestial light I’d just unleashed. The Guardian was pinned beneath Silas and Rook, his face purple with rage, his refined mask completely shattered."This... this is not how it is supposed to be!" the Guardian shrieked, his voice cracking as he struggled against the iron grip of the two Alphas. "You were the vessel! You were supposed to be the conduit for my ascension! It’s not meant to be this way!"I let out a low, vibrating growl that shook the very pipes lining the ceiling. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cam huddled near a stack of crates. He looked terrified, but his hands were steady. I gave a sharp, meaningful jerk of my massive head toward him, then toward the Guardian.*Keep the camera rolling, Cam,* I signaled with a fierce