All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Madeleine's POVWarmth, a strange, suffocating kind of warmth, pressed into me. My head throbbed, a dull, insistent ache behind my eyes. I coughed, a dry, rattling sound, as a bitter taste filled my mouth. Smoke. Thick, acrid smoke clawed at my throat, each breath a struggle. My lungs burned, searing with every intake. I squeezed my eyes shut, then forced them open. Blurry shapes swam before me, vague outlines of splintered wood and flickering orange light. The heat was immense, radiating from all sides, pressing in closer, threatening to consume me.*“Madeleine!”*The shout was distant, distorted, but unmistakably Jax’s voice. Another, rougher, called my name. Rook? Or Silas? They were out there. They were looking for me.*“Madeleine! Answer us!”*I tried. I really did. I opened my mouth, a desperate gasp for air, and tried to push a sound out, but only a pathetic, choked cough escaped. It tore at my throat, leaving me gasping for more air that wasn’t there, just more smoke. My h

Rook’s POVThe cool night air hit us the moment we cleared the tunnel’s mouth, several hundred meters from the burning church. Smoke still clawed at the sky, a dark column against the dim stars. Beside me, Jax’s breath hitched, a ragged sound in the sudden quiet. Silas moved like a shadow, Dare a grim presence at his back.“She’s barely breathing,” I murmured, my voice raw as I looked down at Maddie. Her face was pale, smudged with soot, a faint whisper of a sigh escaping her lips. Each shallow breath was a tiny victory, a reminder of how close we’d come to losing her in that collapsing inferno.Jax grunted, staggering slightly.“Keep moving. They’ll be too busy congratulating themselves on our ‘deaths’ to notice we slipped out the back door.”But his words lacked conviction. His eyes, even in the gloom, held a desperate weariness I recognized. We were all running on fumes. Burn marks stung my arms, my chest ached with every breath, and the smoke still coating my lungs made me cough u

Jax's POVMy knuckles throbbed, a dull ache that resonated with every beat of my heart. The last Hellhound staggered back, eyes wide and blood trickling from his split lip. He clutched his jaw, a low groan escaping him. Silas stood over another, his boot pressed firm against the man's chest, a snarl still on his face. Dare was already tending to Rook, pulling him up from the dirt."That's enough," a voice boomed, cutting through the ragged breathing and sounds of struggle. It was their leader, a mountain of a man with a scarred face and cold, reptilian eyes. He held a hand up to his retreating men, who were scrambling back to him like kicked dogs. "This ain't over."I scoffed, spitting a mouthful of coppery blood onto the ground. "It is now, asshole."He studied me, then Silas, then Dare, his gaze lingering on Rook, who was leaning heavily on Dare, his face pale. "You got lucky, Brothers. We'll be back."Silas released the man beneath his boot, who coughed and wheezed, struggling t

Madeleine's POV The cold seeped into my bones, a stark contrast to the inferno I’d just escaped. My eyelids felt like lead, heavy and unwilling to open. But the voices, low and rumbling, pulled me back. I was lying on something soft. A bed. Not the cold, hard ground of the forest, nor the grimy concrete of the Hellhound compound. This was different, safer.A gentle hand brushed against my forehead. “She’s still feverish,” a voice, deep and familiar, said. It was Jax.I forced my eyes open, the light dim but still too bright after the darkness. The room was cozy, a fire crackling in a stone hearth. Rook sat beside me on the bed, his brow furrowed with concern. Dare and Silas were perched on chairs nearby, their eyes fixed on me. Jax stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Bandages, stark white against their tanned skin, wrapped their hands. My heart lurched.“Madeleine?” Rook’s voice was soft, laced with an anxiety I rarely heard from him.I tried

Madeleine's POV I woke slowly, a fuzzy warmth cocooning me even before my eyes blinked open. The air was soft, carrying a hint of a scent I couldn’t quite place – something earthy and musky, but undeniably pleasant. My head felt a little thick, like trying to push through cobwebs, and for a moment, I couldn’t understand why. Then the memories crashed back. The fire, the tunnel, the exhausted crawl, the hunting cabin, the Hellhounds… and then, the blurred faces of the brothers, their shouts, the pain.My eyes fluttered open to a ceiling I didn’t recognize, carved wood beams crisscrossing above me. I was in a proper bed, a feather mattress soft beneath me, thick blankets pulled up to my chin. My body ached in places I didn’t even know existed, a dull throb in my lungs reminding me of the smoke. My gaze drifted, and I saw them.Rook was slumped in a chair by the window, head tilted back, deep in sleep. His usually neat hair was a mess, and dark circles smudged beneath his eyes. Bandages