All Chapters of Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jax's Pov The heavy velvet curtains at the VIP exit were still swaying, a mockery of the woman who had just walked through them. I remained rooted to the spot, my boots feeling as though they had been fused to the floorboards. The club was emptying out; the music had cut to a low, rhythmic thud that felt like a headache pulsing behind my eyes. The glitter and the neon lights looked garish now, reflecting off the shattered glass at my feet. I stared at the door, waiting for it to open, waiting for Maddie to realize she couldn’t leave me, but the silence only grew heavier."Don't just stand there looking like a kicked dog," Silas said. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. "She’s out there alone, Silas. I have to go.""You stay right where you are," Silas commanded, his voice cutting through my panic like a blade. I felt him move into my peripheral vision, his face set in a hard, uncompromising line. "You think you're the only one who’s been working here? You think you're the only one who

Maddie’s PovThe silence of Kiara’s living room felt like a physical weight, pressing against my temples. I sat on the edge of the guest bed, staring at the floorboards, my mind a jagged loop of the club, the blood, and the look in Jax’s eyes. "Stop it, Maddie," I whispered to myself, digging my nails into my palms. "Just stop thinking about it."But I couldn't. The guilt was a slow-acting poison. I had treated him like a monster in front of everyone. I’d seen the way his face crumbled when I backed away, the way he looked like I’d shot him. A part of me felt sick—he was my protector, the man I’d grown up alongside. Yet, every time I tried to soften, the image of him at the club snapped back into focus."He isn't the same," I argued with the empty room. "He’s different now. He’s changed into someone I don't even recognize."He was harder. More violent. He carried the club’s darkness like a second skin, and I couldn't just ignore that. I had to justify my reaction because the alternat

Maddie’s povThe heavy cardboard box sat in my trunk, a weight I could feel even through the upholstery as I followed Kiara’s taillights through the winding streets. When we finally pulled into her driveway, my heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs."You're shaking," Kiara said the second I stepped out of my car. She didn't wait for me to grab the package; she just marched over and gripped my shoulders. "Maddie, talk to me. What happened in there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.""Not a ghost," I whispered, glancing back at the street. "Just... a feeling. And this." I popped the trunk, revealing the sleek, expensive packaging of the dress Rave had given me.Kiara whistled low, her eyes scanning the logo on the box. "That’s a four-figure dress, minimum. What’s the catch?""He wants me to go to a gala in San Francisco with him," I said, my voice trembling as I hauled the box out. "As his guest. Kiara, he was bruised, his lip was split—he said it was an occupation

Jax’s povThe engine of my bike roared, but it wasn't loud enough to drown out the sound of my own pulse hammering in my ears. I didn't wait for Rook to give me the signal; I just tore out of the lot, weaving through the late-night traffic with a reckless disregard for anything but the distance between me and Kiara’s apartment."Stay with me, Jax!" Rook shouted over the comms in my helmet. "Don't go in hot until I'm right behind you!""They aren't answering, Rook! You heard the lines!" I snarled, leaning hard into a turn that made my tires scream. "If he touched her—if any of them touched her—""Focus! We’re two minutes out!"We skidded to a halt in front of the brick complex. I didn't even kick the stand down properly before I was off the bike, sprinting toward the entrance. I didn't take the stairs; I took them three at a time, my wolf clawing at the underside of my skin, begging for blood. When I reached the door to Kiara’s place, I didn't knock. The door was already slightly ajar

Maddie’s PovThe synaptic modulator was a bluff. It was a piece of junk hardware I’d gutted for parts, and as the intruder’s eyes darted between me and the useless metal in my hand, I realized he was starting to see through the lie. "You're full of shit, girl," he spat, his voice a wet rasp. He tried to lunge, his movements sluggish but heavy, his hand catching the side of the SUV for leverage.I didn't blink. I didn't need a high-tech lab tool. I reached into my hair, my fingers finding the cold, sharp steel of the long hairpin I’d tucked away for a moment just like this. It wasn't just a pin; it was a reinforced spike, sharp enough to pierce leather. As he reached out to shove me back, I grabbed his wrist with both hands."What are you—"I didn't let him finish. I drove the hairpin straight into the soft webbing of his hand, right between the index and middle finger, and slammed it home until it scraped against the bone.The scream that tore out of him was primal. "AHHH! God, stop