บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Madeleine’s POVIt was almost time.I heaved a deep breath, clasping my palms around the sides of my head to reduce the noise coming from the Grand Mating Ceremony Hall.Everyone was anticipating the full glow of the moon. The hall was packed with stars. Several Alphas sat at the high tables, waving at the large number of wolves whose dreams were to have a word with them. Outside the hall was a long fleet of cars, showcasing how wealthy these leaders were.I stood at the edge of the hall, outside, keeping my gaze focused on the moon above us. The Mating Ceremony would not commence until the moon was full.It was our Alpha's glorious day. The Stone Ridge Pack was about to witness a shift in power. For a long time in history, every wolf of this pack had been wanting a Luna, and many people believed they wouldn't ever get one because of the cold nature of the Alpha.A screech pierced the air all of a sudden, almost deafening me as I heard several thuds coming out of the hall. The priest,

Madeleine’s POVI stared up at the tall oak trees before me, glaring at the beauty of the skies. I noticed the gradual disappearance of the full moon. The deed had been done.I'd been rejected by my mate. I'd been cast out by the same pack that I'd served for twenty-four years. The same guards who would give me instructions and watch me do what they would get paid for were now coming after my life.An order had now been given to fetch me from the woods and make me face the rest of the shame I ran away from.“Over there!” I heard the voice of the head of the guards. I could recognize his figure and voice, even from miles apart. I turned around quickly and saw several armed guards making their way into the woods.They must have been instructed to either fetch me from the woods or stay in the woods and not return to the pack.With the fiber of energy left in me, I ran as fast as I could, deep into the woods, panicking and breathing heavily as I jumped over stumps and fallen leaves. I fel

Madeleine POVThe wind kept tearing at my face, flinging grit and dust against my skin until my cheeks burned raw. Every gust felt intentional, like the night itself was trying to keep me awake, trying to make sure I did not escape into darkness. I did not fight it. I refused to close my eyes. If I blinked, even for a second, I was certain I would wake up back in that room. The concrete walls, with damp rot in the air and the slow, deliberate footsteps of Stone Ridge guards pacing just beyond the door, boots scuffing, keys clinking, reminding me I was just a property to be owned.I could still hear them in my head.I did not know who this man was. I did not know his name, his face, or the reason he had reached for me when the flares split the sky and chaos tore through the yard. I did not know why he had decided my life was worth risking his own. None of it made sense. But his leather jacket was warm beneath my hands, real and solid, and his back was broad and unyielding, a wall movin

Madeleine's POV The second time I woke, it wasn’t to the damp chill of the forest floor, nor the metallic tang of my own blood. This time, a warm, savory scent filled my nostrils – something cooked, something real. My stomach grumbled, a deep, hollow ache reminding me of the cold, scavenged scraps that had been my diet for as long as I could remember. I opened my eyes cautiously, the rough cot beneath me unfamiliar but blessedly soft.A bowl of stew sat on a small, rickety table beside the bed. Steam still rose from it, carrying the rich aroma of meat and vegetables. Beside it, a thick slice of fresh bread. My mouth watered involuntarily. I reached out a trembling hand, scooping a spoonful of the stew to my lips. It was ambrosia, pure and simple, warming me from the inside out. As I ate, I listened. The thud of heavy boots on a wooden floor somewhere above, the distant rumble of an engine starting up, then fading. This place was alive, bustling in a way my solitary existence never wa

Madeleine POV The soft mattress barely registered beneath me. My eyes were wide open, fixed on the ceiling, a canvas for the replay of yesterday’s humiliation. Every word, every sneer, every disgusted glance from the pack elders flashed behind my eyelids. I was worthless. Unmated. A broken echo of what a werewolf woman should be. My mate, the one the Moon Goddess picked, made a public spectacle of my rejection, of my failing, and I sobbed.The tears flowed hot, silent rivers down my temples, pooling into my hair. I didn’t want him to hear. I didn’t want anyone to hear. But then I felt it, the subtle shift in the bed. A depression near my feet, a slight give under an unexpected weight. Rook. He hadn’t left.He sat up, his dark silhouette a solid presence against the faint glow from the window. I didn’t turn to him, didn’t want him to see my wrecked face. The quiet stretched, thick and heavy, punctuated only by my ragged breath. He didn't speak. He didn't move. He just watched. No apol