All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Madeleine's POV My hands were shaking so hard I couldn’t even grip the handle of my suitcase. Dare’s hand was already there, his knuckles white as he pinned the bag to the bed. I tried to yank it away, but he didn't budge. He felt like a brick wall, solid and unyielding."Move, Dare," I choked out. "Just let me go.""Not happening, Maddie," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "You aren't going anywhere. Certainly not because of her.""She’s your mother!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat before I could stop it. The dam finally broke. The hot, stinging tears flooded my vision, blurring the four silhouettes surrounding me. "Don't you get it? I'm the reason she just walked out of here hating you. I’m the reason your family is screaming at each other in the driveway. I’m tearing you guys apart!"I collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, burying my face in my palms. My shoulders shook with every sob. It wasn't just about Scarlett or the slap Jax had intercepted; it was the

Maddie's POVI stared at the computer screen until the white background started to burn into my retinas. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly. The house was too quiet, which usually meant the brothers were hovering just outside my door, trying to decide which one of them was brave enough to come in and "check on me" for the tenth time today."I’m doing it," I whispered to the empty room. "I’m actually doing it."A sharp knock at the door made me jump. Dare poked his head in, his dark hair messy and his eyes immediately scanning my face for signs of tears."Doing what, Little Bird?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. "You’ve been staring at that screen for three hours. If you’re bored, Rook is downstairs trying to bake something. It’s a disaster. We need a mediator.""I'm not bored, Dare. I'm applying for jobs," I said, turning my chair to face him.His posture stiffened instantly. "Jobs? What do you mean, jobs? You have everything you need right here.""I nee

Maddie's POVThe glass-and-steel facade of the building loomed over me, reflecting the gray morning sky. I smoothed down my skirt for the tenth time, my palms sweating against the fabric. This was it. My chance to be more than just a girl caught in the middle of a war between the Black Wolf Saints and their past.I stepped through the sliding doors, the air-conditioned lobby cooling the heat in my cheeks. It felt different here—professional, sterile, a world away from the heavy tension of the house and the brothers’ constant, protective hovering."Can I help you, dear?" I turned to see a woman behind the sleek reception desk. She looked like someone’s favorite aunt, her silver hair styled in a chic bob."I’m Madeleine. I have a ten o'clock interview with the manager, Mr. Halloway," I said, my voice wavering only slightly."Oh, Madeleine! We’ve been expecting you." She beamed, and for a moment, the knot in my stomach loosened. "I’m Martha. Just sign in right here. Mr. Halloway is actu

Maddie's POV “Good morning, everyone!” Kiara’s voice was like sunshine, cutting through the usual office hum. She leaned over my desk, her short, choppy red hair bouncing. “Ready for day two?” I smiled, feeling a genuine warmth spread through me. “As ready as I’ll ever be. This is still all so new.” “You’ll get the hang of it,” Tim said, walking past with a stack of files. He was a lanky guy, always impeccably dressed, and had a reassuring, calm way about him. “Don’t let the initial information overload get to you. Everyone feels that way.” “See? Told you!” Kiara grinned, winking at Tim. “Teamwork makes the dream work, right?” “Right,” I echoed, a light laugh escaping me. It felt good. Really good. This was exactly what I needed—normalcy, a new routine, friendly faces. No pack drama, no controlling alphas, just… work. We spent the morning in training sessions, going over company policies and software. Kiara and Tim were always quick to answer my questions, making sure I never fe

Maddie's PovMy breath hitched. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. My supervisor, Mr. Harrison, stood over my desk, his face a mask of stern disapproval, holding up a file that looked sickeningly familiar.“Ms. Madeleine,” he said, his voice clipped, “can you explain why the confidential ‘Project Chimera’ proposal was found in your workspace?”My eyes darted to the file, then to his face. “What? No, that’s impossible. I didn’t even touch that file. It wasn’t on my desk.” My voice sounded weak, reedy even to my own ears.He raised an eyebrow, a clear sign of disbelief. “It was reported missing barely ten minutes ago. We initiated a search, and lo and behold, here it is, tucked neatly under your keyboard.”My gaze flickered around the office. Every head was turned towards us. Whispers, like a sudden gust of wind, swept through the cubicles. I could feel their judgment, their accusations, heavy in the air. This was it. This was what those bullies wanted.