บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Ruthless Biker: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

By morning, the nauseous feeling got me jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom like I was being chased by something. I threw up every last bit of food I had eaten last night into the sink again. My stomach felt hollow and my throat burned from stomach acid, raw and sore with every swallow.I gently pat my face with water, my tired reflection staring back at me in the mirror. What was happening to me?That question brought multiple reasons to why I could be throwing up like some sick dog. But the only one that stuck with me was something that I didn’t want to keep in mind.Still, it rang in my head like a damn bell.The idea that I could be pregnant.The thought alone was hard to process. If I was, then it certainly belonged to Cain. He was the only man I’d been intimate with since I left Damian’s ass.My eyes closed briefly, letting the thought sink in like a cold reality.I let my eyes open, staring at myself again as I shook my head in despair, “This can’t happen,” I whi

When I entered the living room, I forced myself to compose my expression, pushing every trace of worry and frustration behind a neutral face before anyone could notice. The last thing I needed was for the others to start asking questions about what happened at the hospital.The men had gathered around the center table, deeply invested in a card game that seemed to have started while Cain and I were away. I wondered where they had even found the cards. Maybe someone had brought them from the Pit, or perhaps they had been lying around in the house all along.Mara noticed me first.She immediately looked up from the cards. “How did it go?”Before I could answer, Cain walked through the doorway behind me.I glanced at him briefly, and he seemed to understand exactly what I needed to do.“It was food poisoning,” I said.Rafe frowned. “Food poisoning?”I nodded.“But we all ate the same thing last night.” Rafe commented.My mouth went dry.Rafe leaned back in his chair, clearly trying to ma

It was finally time to leave the house and return to the Pit. There wasn’t much to pack since we had only been there for a short while, and Mara and I were the last ones to leave our rooms.I followed her down the stairs just as Cain appeared at the bottom. I could already tell he was waiting for me.The moment I reached the last few steps, he extended his hand toward me.I stared at it. “I can walk down the stairs myself, Cain.”Cain raised an eyebrow. “I know, but I want to help you down. Don’t deny me of that little favor.”“I know.”“Then what’s the problem?”“I don’t need help. You’re making it look like I’m suddenly a weakling because there’s a baby inside of me.” I said, my voice low.His expression hardened slightly. “I never said you were weak.”“I know you didn’t.”“Then take my hand.”I sighed before placing my hand in his.He helped me down the remaining steps, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Being pregnant doesn’t mean I suddenly can’t do anything for myself.

I waited until the others were occupied before asking Grim to meet me in my office.He walked in a few minutes later, shutting the door behind him. “What’s going on?”I remained behind my desk, staring at him.For years, Grim had been the one person who could tell when something was wrong with me before I said a word. He had questioned my disappearances, the calls from Sanchez, the things I refused to explain.I had always managed to give him enough to keep him from digging deeper.Not anymore.“Sit down.”Grim pulled out the chair opposite me. His eyes narrowed. “You look like you’re about to tell me something I’m not going to like.”“You were right.”He frowned. “About what?”“All those times you thought there was something going on between me and Sanchez.”His expression changed immediately. “So there was?”I nodded. “There still is.”Grim leaned back, waiting.I drew a slow breath.“My military years didn’t end when I left the service. Not completely.”His brows pulled together.“

The ride to the shooting range was quieter than I expected.There were so many questions I wanted to ask Cain, especially after everything that had happened the previous night. His behavior this morning had been strange, his sudden decision to take a breather in a shooting range, and the bruise on his knuckles only made my curiosity worse.Still, I decided against interrogating him.Whatever he was dealing with, he would tell me when he was ready.For now, I just wanted to be beside him. I glanced at him from the passenger seat. His hands remained firmly wrapped around the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.“Can you teach me how to shoot?” I said, breaking the awkward silence.A short chuckle escaped him. He turned his head slightly, giving me an amused glance before returning his attention to the road.“Who exactly are you planning to kill?”I rolled my eyes.“I don’t need to learn how to shoot because I want to kill someone.”“Okay, I was just curious.”“I want to be