Claimed By The Biker King Novels & Stories

“As much as I enjoy watching you all roll around in the dirt, I have something important to announce.” “Here we go,” Kara muttered. “The annual Biker Pack Tournament,” Felix continued, pausing for effect, “is officially around the corner.” A wave of excitement rolled through the field. Warriors began murmuring, some cheering outright. Even a few of the older fighters exchanged eager grins. Felix’s smirk widened. “I take it some of you still remember how it works?” “Do we look dead to you?” someone yelled from the back. He ignored the comment, continuing, “All packs from the region will be joining this year. Four in total. That means more competition, more glory—”

And over the years of being in this town, I’ve never thought about getting involved in selling him out to the authorities. I wanted Bishop out of my business, out of this town for good. Tonight was about ruining these businesses that made him wealthy and unstoppable. If at all, that should stop his quest to gain authority over this town. This town belonged to no one but the people living in it. Not even the fucking Mayor Jared. That bastard was no different from Bishop and the rest of the greedy local politicians supporting Jared’s lazy government. Mayor Jared also wanted the bikers to leave town. He saw us as criminals, refusing to accept the fact that the townspeople—well most of them, res

But the sound of a car honking downstairs, and driving into the compound prompted me up, and saw me racing to the window nearest to me. I pulled the window drapes open, and a heavy breath escaped my lips and nostrils in a whoosh. The black SUV with tinted glass which had just pulled into the compound was not my father's, in fact, it was my first time of seeing it. I ignored my trembling hands, and fixed my gaze on the car, searching for anything that would give me a clue. My eyes caught the car's plate number and I shook my head in dread and disbelief. The plate number was empty except for the crown which was crested at the centre. Mafia king. Zack!

It is not where the family ends. That continues in the archive soon to reach the world, in Adrian's account still being written, in Iris's first steps toward a window that has always opened from the inside, in whatever finds its way to this gate next, in whoever still needs, somewhere out there, a place that holds. The door stays open. Always. THE END Marked by the Moon, Crowned by Vengeance / Biker's Temptation: Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King: Book One Book Two begins where every door, eventually, leads: outward, into whatever comes next.

But before I reached for it, I tripped over my feet. I let out a little squeak as I prepared to hit the ground but I never did. Protective arms wrapped around my waist. The stranger who caught me pulled me up against their body until my breasts were pressed against their muscular chest. I looked into the eyes of the person who had saved me, but my thank you got stuck in my throat. These were the same eyes that I saw in my wildest dreams. This was the man whom I couldn't stop thinking about. The Biker Alpha, King Eli.

"We celebrate the return of our king and his mate our queen, by the power vested in me I hereby proclaim Axel Alamander our king and Lianna Redwoods our queen." The cheer continued with series of chants that shouted " long live the king." I felt so happy and so fulfilled. This is it, this is the life I was created to live not the one of hardship, worries and constantly being on the run and I will make sure that no one has to go through all of that.

I respond when King doesn't answer immediately. Beck arches his eyebrows but does not address me directly. "Can you ride?" he asks King. "Yes. The bullet is almost out." "We need to get you back. The woman can ride with me." For someone so large in his animal form, King moves fast and Beck is picking himself up from the ground a second later. "Now that it's settled," Beck says dusting the sand from his pants like nothing happened, "she rides with you." He directs half the men to follow the fresh prints leading away from the bike.

"So, why not give it a shot? I thought." At that moment my mouth went dry. "Still," He said as he took a few steps towards me. "I couldn't let my life go for it. So, I employed some new shifters, asked them to take the job." New shifters? Was that the name of a new biker gang? But I hadn't heard of it before. "You can't imagine how surprised I was that you had been caught. And not just you, but also her," He said, pointing towards Cleo. His gaze then followed. "The great huntress who goes after her kind."

he asked sharply. The biker realized who the man standing in front of him is. "You.. you are the king. The king of darkness. So what they say about you is true" he said out loud. Everyone heard about the king of the darkness. He is a legend. His name is taken with fear and respect in the mafia world. Everyone knows that Nero retired, but no one knows who replaced him except everyone calls him the King of darkness. He is ruthless and is like a phantom who stays in the shadows. Every person who has ever seen him is dead. So the Biker understood that he will die tonight. So he began to bargain.