Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Madeleine's POV My eyes snapped open, a fresh wave of heat rising to my cheeks. The memory of last night, of running headlong into a glass door, played out in excruciating detail in my mind. Embarrassment warred with a simmering rage. How could I have been so stupid? And what was it about *him*? Jax. Why did my wolf… why did I react like that to him? It felt like a betrayal from my own instincts.I pushed myself up, groaning softly. My head throbbed, a dull ache behind my eyes. I glanced around the unfamiliar room. It was simple, functional. No bars, no locks, just a solid wooden door. Had he left it open by mistake, or was this a new form of torment?"You're awake," a deep voice rumbled from the doorway.I flinched, my gaze darting to Jax. He stood there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his formidable chest. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel the familiar intensity of his stare."What do you want?" My voice was raspy, laced with irritation."To see if you s

Madeleine's POV A high-pitched shriek ripped through the early morning quiet, tearing me from a fitful sleep. My heart hammered against my ribs, instantly wide awake. Another scream, this one guttural and raw, twisted my stomach. It wasn’t a casual fight, not the rowdy brawling of the pack. This was pain, pure and unadulterated.I flung the furs aside, my feet hitting the cold dirt floor. The shouts grew louder, punctuated by wet thuds and desperate moans. It sounded like it was coming from the old meat-processing building, the one they rarely used these days. Dread coiled in my gut, a familiar unwelcome visitor.My steps were silent as I moved through the sleeping compound, the early light barely filtering through the trees. The air bit at my exposed skin. I pulled my thin tunic tighter. Each scream propelled me forward, a morbid curiosity battling with a desperate urge to turn back. I knew what the brothers were capable of, especially when they thought they were alone.As I neared

Madeleine's POV “You need to calm down, Maddie,” Dare’s voice was softer than usual, but the words still grated. He stood with Jax and Silas flanking him, while Rook leaned against the doorframe, effectively blocking any quick escape for me.My heart hammered against my ribs. “Calm down? He just said someone wants me dead!” I practically yelled, my voice cracking. The warrior, the poor, battered man, sat slumped in the chair, his eyes fixed on me, not them. It felt… important.“And we’ll handle it,” Silas said, his arms crossed over his chest, a clear attempt at a reassuring posture that fell flat. “That’s what we do. We protect you.”“So you’re just going to dismiss what he said? Like he’s lying?” The disbelief was a bitter taste.Jax stepped forward, his expression grave. “We’re not dismissing anything, Madeleine. We’re saying you don’t need to be here for the interrogation. It could be dangerous.”“Dangerous?” I scoffed. “He’s the one who was almost killed trying to deliver a warn

Madeleine's POV My eyelids felt like they had weights strapped to them. The air was thick like everywhere was smoking. I groaned, pulling the sheet up over my face, the scent of fresh linen a stark contrast to the hollow ache in my chest. *Please, just let me disappear.* The thought of facing them again, of having them see me like that… raw, broken. It was too much. I lay there for what felt like an hour, listening to the quiet hum of the house, trying to conjure the courage to move. Each breath was an effort.Eventually, the hunger pangs grew too insistent to ignore. I peeled myself from the bed, my head throbbing, and slowly made my way to the door. I paused, hand on the cold silver knob, my heart hammering against my ribs. *Just rip off the band-aid.*I opened the door, a sliver at first, then wider. My breath caught. Dare. He was sprawled on the couch just outside my room, a blanket haphazardly thrown over him, one arm dangling towards the floor. He hadn’t left. My chest tightene

Madeleine's POV The moment I pushed through the warehouse doors, a blast of cold night air and shouting hit me. Silas was right on my heels, his hand grasping my arm as if to steady me, but I barely registered his touch. My eyes were fixed on the chaos unfolding in the dirt lot. Figures moved in a brutal, desperate dance under the dim glow of a single flickering streetlamp.“Rook! Jax!” I screamed, a strangled sound that tore from my throat.They were there, alright, but not like I’d ever seen them. Rook, a blur of dark rage, was trading blows with a hulking brute, bone-jarring thuds echoing in the sudden silence that my cry seemed to create. Jax, usually so agile, was on his knees, blood already staining the front of his shirt, struggling against two men who looked like they’d been carved from granite. These weren’t just men; they were an army, dressed in worn leather and denim, their faces set in aggressive snarls, their bodies radiating a raw, untamed power. The scent of them hit