All Chapters of The Alpha's Claim, The Biker's Desire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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The reunion

Kianna's PoV:The snow had turned to slush by the time I trudged back to the dorm from the mysterious building, my boots squelching on the salted sidewalks. The city lights blurred through the falling flakes, but my mind was sharper than ever—racing, tumbling, questioning every step I'd just taken. I shoved my hands deeper into my coat pockets, the black card now crumpled in my fist like a talisman I wasn't sure brought luck or curse.What had I done? Joined hands with a stranger—a masked figure in a hidden community, surrounded by guards whose faces were concealed just like the stalker from the amusement park. The Boss's auto-tuned voice echoed in my head: "Do nothing. Let the day happen. The day will shock you." Shock me how? By stopping the bond? Severing it? Or something darker, something that would leave scars I couldn't see yet?I climbed the dorm stairs two at a time, the building quiet except for the distant thump of music from someone's room. Lesley was out—probably at a

unseen Trap

Mordred's PoV:The kiss lingered on my lips long after I'd dropped Kianna back at her dorm, the taste of her—sweet from the cotton candy, warm from the heat we'd built—clinging like a promise I wasn't sure I could keep. I'd held her against that cold metal wall in the changing area, her body arching into mine, her moans vibrating through me like they were my own heartbeat. Weeks of fighting, of silence, of watching her slip away to Maddox—it had all shattered in that moment. Reunion. Redemption. Whatever you wanted to call it, it felt like coming home.But as I rode back to the apartment through the snow-dusted streets, the high faded, replaced by a nagging itch in the back of my mind. Her words in the cafeteria earlier echoed: "Don’t worry about the bond. Everything will be alright." She'd said it with a smile, but her eyes had been distant and guarded. Like she was holding back a storm. Kianna wasn’t the type to brush off something like that—not with the deadline breathing down

The Creep of the unseen

Kianna's PoV:The dorm room felt like a cage as I shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment to catch my breath.The string lights cast a soft, mocking glow over everything—the cluttered desk, Lesley's unmade bed and the half-eaten bag of chips from our last movie night. I peeled off my snow-damp coat and boots, the cold clinging to my skin like a bad dream I couldn't shake. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it for now. I needed a minute. Just one minute to process what Mordred had just told me.What type of Game is this man playing with us? It looks like we're just some play dolls or puppets and he's the master.Did I make a mistake by accepting his offer to help me? What if Mordred is right? He's just using us all.I sank onto my bed, knees drawn to my chest, and let the events replay in my mind. The black sedan. The red-dressed girl—still nameless, still enigmatic—leading me through that hidden marketplace like it was her personal kingdom. The stalls with

Calm Before Storm

Kianna's PoV:I walked out of the school gates with my bag slung over one shoulder, the cold December wind cutting straight through my coat like it knew exactly where I was weakest. Snow crunched under my boots, and the sky hung low and gray, promising more by nightfall. The text from the Boss still burned behind my eyes: “Get prepared. The bond has been shifted to tomorrow. Full moon rises early. The girl in red will come to you. We’ll make sure Maddox doesn’t claim you.”Tomorrow.The word echoed with every step. Not four days. Not even three. Tomorrow. The battle had finally begun, and I had no idea whose side I was truly on.My fingers were numb by the time I pulled out my phone on the sidewalk leading back to the dorm. I typed the message to Mordred before I could second-guess it.“Just got a text from the Boss. The bond… it’s been moved up to tomorrow. Full moon. The girl in red is coming for me.”I hit send and kept walking, breath fogging in front of me. The reply came almos

In the Middle of Nowhere

Kianna's POV:The girl in red — still nameless, still wrapped in that quiet, unbreakable confidence — moved through my dorm room like she’d been there a hundred times before. She didn’t ask permission. She simply opened my closet, pulled out the warmest clothes I owned (thick black leggings, a thermal long-sleeve, my heaviest hoodie, snow boots, and a waterproof jacket), and laid them on the bed in a neat stack.“Change,” she said, voice low but firm. “Layers….It’s colder where we’re going. Leave anything with a tracker behind, smartwatch, jewelry, anything.”My hands shook as I obeyed. The reality of what I was doing crashed over me in waves. I was leaving. Right now. With a stranger who worked for the masked Boss who had sent someone to stand over my bed while I slept. The countdown is finally here. The bond had been moved up. And I was walking straight into whatever plan they had to stop it.I stripped quickly, skin prickling in the cold dorm air, and dressed in the layers she’d

Where is my Bride?

Maddox's PoV: I jolted awake like someone had poured ice water down my spine, heart slamming against my ribs so hard it felt like it might crack them. The room was pitch black except for the faint red glow of the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 12:00 AM exactly at midnight. My wolf was wide awake inside me, pacing, snarling, every instinct screaming that something was wrong. Not just wrong — catastrophic. I sat up fast, sheets tangling around my waist, sweat already cooling on my bare chest. “What the hell is happening to me?” I muttered under my breath, staring at how fast my chest was rising and falling. The mansion was silent, the kind of deep quiet that only happens when everyone else is asleep. No footsteps in the hall, no distant hum of the staff. Just the heavy thud of my own pulse in my ears. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, fingers clumsy. Then the screen lit up, blinding in the dark and one unread message popped up from the notification bar. It was

The path to Doom

Mordred's PoV:The car’s headlights cut through the swirling snow like knives, illuminating the narrow dirt road that snaked deeper into the forest preserve. I sat in the back seat of Maddox’s SUV, arms crossed tight over my chest, every bump and jolt rattling my bones and my temper. Lysander rode a shotgun, his face calm as ever, fiddling with the GPS on his phone like it was some art project he could sketch his way out of. Maddox gripped the wheel with white knuckles, jaw set, eyes fixed on the path ahead. The wipers thumped rhythmically, clearing the windshield just enough to see the next twist in the road.We’d been driving for over an hour since leaving the dorm hallway, the three of us thrown together in this uneasy alliance. Me, the biker who’d rather see Maddox bleed than breathe. Lysander, the artsy mediator who’d somehow become the glue holding this mess together. And Maddox—the smug bastard who’d ruined everything, now looking as lost as the rest of us. He’d insisted o

Where I'm I?

Mordred's PoV:The figures emerged from the trees like ghosts—four of them, all in black hoodies and ski masks, the same style as the Boss’s guards. My Glock was already out, aimed steady at the lead one’s chest. The snow fell thicker now, muffling everything but my heartbeat and Maddox’s ragged breaths behind me. He was on his knees in the drift, clutching his gut, blood staining the white powder around him. Lysander was still gone, off fetching water from that stream we’d heard earlier. Perfect timing. I was alone with a dying rival and four threats closing in.“Stay back,” I snarled, finger on the trigger. “One step closer, and I drop you.”The lead figure raised gloved hands slowly—peaceful, almost casual. No weapons visible, but that meant nothing. “We’re not here to harm you,” a muffled voice said—male, calm, with an accent I couldn’t place. “We’re here to help. The girl you're looking for is with us. Safe and sound.But you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”“Bullsh

The Curse of the Moon Goddess

Kianna's POV:The shifting grounds stretched out before me like a living cathedral under the moon. Ancient pines formed a natural amphitheater, their branches heavy with snow that sparkled like scattered diamonds in the silver light. The air hummed with energy—thick, electric, alive in a way that made my skin tingle and my wolf stir so violently inside me that I could barely breathe. Dozens of wolves moved through the clearing: silver, black, russet, white as fresh snow. Males and females from packs I didn’t know, families I’d never met, all gathered for the same sacred purpose—bonding, claiming, celebrating the full moon’s gift.I stood at the edge in the simple white shift Elara had given me, barefoot in the snow, heart slamming against my ribs. The cold should have bitten, but the moon’s light felt warm against my skin, almost inviting. Almost dangerous.A deep, resonant voice rumbled behind me—low, playful, carrying the weight of ce

You came all the way?

Kianna's POV:My head snapped up so fast the room spun.Lysander stood there, snow dusting his dark hair and shoulders, paint still smudged on the cuff of his hoodie like he’d run straight from the studio without stopping. His eyes—those steady, quiet eyes that had always anchored me—were wide with relief and something sharper: fear.“Lysander?” My voice cracked. I pushed myself upright, ignoring the pull of fresh wounds. “What… how are you here? How did you even know?”He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to one knee beside the bed, taking my hand like he needed to prove I was real. His fingers were ice-cold from the night air, but the grip was warm, grounding.“I saw the van,” he said, voice low and urgent. “The black one that picked you up outside the dorm. My friend—the one who works the security feeds at the hostel—caught it on the external cams. I tracked the plates through traffic systems, then throu

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