All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

  Jarek The bike carried me north long after there was any reason to keep riding. The desert stretched endlessly around me beneath a moonlit sky, empty roads cutting through miles of sand, scrub brush, and darkness. The engine roared beneath me hard enough to vibrate through my bones, but it didn’t drown out a damn thing. If anything, the noise only gave my thoughts something to ride alongside. Every time I tried to focus on the road, my mind circled back to the same place. The gate. Not the barn. Not Gino. Not Brian. The gate. One simple instruction thrown out in the middle of a chaotic night. Go open the gate. At the time it hadn’t meant anything. We were cleaning up a mess. Kandy had gotten exactly

  Sable For a while, none of us moved. Morning light had begun creeping through the curtains, turning the room soft shades of gold and gray. Marcus remained stretched out beside me while Jarek lay on my other side, one arm still draped across my waist as though some part of him was afraid I might disappear if he let go.  The room was quiet except for breathing and the distant sounds of the clubhouse waking up below us. It should have felt peaceful. Instead, every time my thoughts drifted, they found themselves circling the same place. The barn. I hated that. I hated how quickly my mind went there. I hated that after everything that had happened, after the rescue and the ride home and waking up safely between the two men I loved,

JarekShe was straddling me, hands braced on my chest, those fierce eyes locked on mine like she was daring the whole world to try and take this from her. My hands rested on her waist, thumbs stroking slow circles over the soft skin there, and for a second I couldn’t breathe around the sheer force of what I felt for her.She’d told us everything. Every ugly, brutal detail. And instead of breaking, instead of hiding, she’d climbed on top of me and said she was in charge. Said she wanted a new memory. One she chose. One that belonged to her.I’d have given her anything in that moment. Anything.When she asked us to kiss… I felt the shift in the air before the words even left her mouth. Saw the way her gaze flicked between Marcus and me, shy but hungry, like she needed to see it. Needed to know there were no walls left between the three of us. That what Gino had tried to steal from her, we could give back tenfold—connection, choice, pleasure that was ours and only ours.Marcus started to

  Jarek The second Sable asked if we could stay in bed all day, I decided the clubhouse could burn for all I cared. Not literally. Probably.  But after the night she’d survived, after the truth she’d forced herself to say out loud, after watching her crawl back into herself one stubborn piece at a time and then choose us with both hands, there wasn’t a damn thing downstairs important enough to drag me out of this bed. If my girl wanted the world to stop for one day, then I would hold it still myself. She was curled between Marcus and me with her cheek resting against h

 SableI hadn’t expected to feel this good.Not after everything that had happened. Not after the fear, the exhaustion, the endless parade of emotions that had dragged me through the last several days and left me feeling like someone had scraped me hollow from the inside out.Yet somehow, sitting in the middle of Jarek’s bed with a plate balanced on my lap and sunlight creeping through the curtains, I felt lighter than I had in a very long time.The realization caught me off guard.It wasn’t that the memories were gone.They weren’t.I knew they would still be there tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Healing wasn’t some magical finish line you crossed once and never thought about again.But for the first time since Luke’s men grabbed me outside that gate, those memories weren’t the loudest thing in my head.That felt important.The toast in my h