Claimed By The Biker Kings

Mate what?!

Svetlana’s POV

The first thing I feel is pain.

It sits at the back of my head and spreads slowly, making it hard to think clearly.

My eyes open slowly, and the light above me is dim but enough for me to see that I am not where I was before.

This is not the street.

This is not anywhere I recognize.

I am lying on a bed, but it is not soft or comforting. The sheets are rough, and my wrists are tied tightly to the sides. My ankles are also bound, and the ropes are firm enough that I can feel the pressure even without struggling.

My breath picks up immediately.

“What the hell…”

My voice comes out weak, and I swallow hard, trying to clear my throat. My head aches again when I try to sit up, but I manage to lift it enough to look around the room.

It is large and quiet.

The walls are dark, and there is very little furniture except for a chair near the corner and a table with nothing on it.

I pull against the ropes suddenly, panic rushing through me all at once.

“No, no, no…”

My body moves wildly as I try to free myself, but the ropes do not budge. They only tighten more against my skin, making it harder to move.

“Damn it!”

I stop after a few seconds, breathing heavily.

My chest rises and falls quickly as I stare at the ceiling, trying to calm down, but it does not work.

This is bad. This is very bad.

My mind starts racing again, and everything that happened before comes rushing back.

The voices.

My father.

Mark.

The truth.

The running.

The bike.

The man.

“I am so stupid,” I mutter under my breath, closing my eyes tightly.

I should not have trusted him.

I should not have gotten on that bike.

I should have kept running no matter what.

But I did not.

And now I am here.

Tied up and alone.

Who knows if it's my father that sent him.

I let out a shaky breath and turn my head toward the door.

“Okay,” I whisper to myself. “Think Svetlana think.”

But thinking is not helping. Every possible outcome feels worse than the last, and none of them end well for me.

My body tenses again, and I start pulling at the ropes once more, harder this time.

“I am not staying here,” I say, more firmly now. “I am not doing this again.”

The ropes dig into my skin, but I do not stop. I keep moving, twisting, trying to loosen even one knot, but they are tight and well done.

Whoever tied me knew exactly what they were doing.

My head starts spinning again, and I stop suddenly, breathing hard.

“Damn it,” I whisper.

Just then, I hear something.

Footsteps.

They are slow coming from outside the room.

My entire body freezes.

The sound gets closer, and my heart starts pounding harder in my chest.

The door handle moves.

I hold my breath without realizing it.

The door opens.

I turn my head quickly, expecting to see the man from the motorcycle.

But it is not him.

The person who steps into the room is someone else entirely.

For a moment, I forget to breathe.

He is tall.

That is the first thing I notice.

Then everything else follows.

His hair is dark and falls to his neck, but it is pushed back neatly. His face is sharp, and there is nothing soft about his expression. His eyes are cold, and they settle on me in a way that makes my body tense instantly.

He looks… unreal.

“Jesus,” I whisper before I can stop myself. “Is he even human…”

The words slip out without thinking, and I immediately regret them.

He tilts his head slightly, his expression not changing.

“Bad attitude,” he says, his voice calm but distant. “And too much staring.”

I swallow hard, but something inside me pushes back.

“Kidnapping is not a good character either,” I reply.

The words come out steadier than I feel.

There is a brief pause.

Then something shifts in his eyes.

“Feisty,” he says. “Another bad attitude.”

He starts walking toward me slowly.

My body tenses again as he gets closer, and I watch him carefully, not trusting a single movement.

He stops beside the bed and looks down at me for a moment.

Then he starts circling me slowly.

I turn my head to follow him, my brows pulling together.

“What do you want?” I ask.

He does not answer immediately.

He just keeps walking around the bed, studying me in a way that makes my skin crawl.

“I should be asking you that,” he says finally.

I frown. “Excuse me?”

He stops in front of me again.

“You came back,” he says.

I blink. “What?”

His gaze sharpens slightly.

“You betrayed us,” he continues. “And now you are back, pretending you have no idea what is going on huh?”

I stare at him, completely confused.

“I think you have the wrong person,” I say. “I do not even know you.”

He lets out a quiet breath, almost like he is unimpressed.

“You expect me to believe that?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply immediately. “Because it is true.”

He leans slightly closer, his eyes narrowing.

“Do not play games with me Svetlana,” he says.

Wait what? Did he just call my name?

“I am not playing anything,” I snap back. “I woke up tied to a bed in a strange place with a stranger accusing me of things I do not understand. If anyone should be annoyed here, it is me.”

There is a brief silence.

Then he straightens. “Interesting,” he says quietly.

I frown deeper. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He does not answer that.

Instead, he says something that makes my entire body go still.

“Trying to act innocent now, are you?” he says. “After everything you did. After betraying your mates.”

I blink.“Mate?”

The word feels strange in my mouth.

I shake my head slightly. “Okay, I do not know what kind of story you are living in, but I think you are confusing me with someone else.”

His expression darkens slightly.“You are still denying it,” he says.

“Yes, because I do not know what you are talking about,” I reply.

I stare at him, trying to make sense of anything he is saying.

“Mate?” I repeat. “What is that supposed to mean? Like… in books?”

His eyes narrow again.“You think this is a joke,” he says.

“No, I think you are insane,” I reply.

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

There is a pause. A long one. Then he steps closer suddenly.

My breath catches.

He is close enough now that I can see every detail of his face clearly.

“You should be careful with your words,” he says quietly.

I swallow, but I do not look away.

“Then you should explain what the f**k is going on,” I reply.

His gaze stays on me for a moment longer, and then he steps back.

“You will find know soon enough,” he says.

I stare at him in disbelief.

“That is not an explanation,” I say.

He does not respond.

Instead, he turns slightly, as if he is about to leave.

“Wait,” I say quickly. “You cannot just walk in here, accuse me of things I do not understand, and then walk out without explaining anything.”

He pauses.

But he does not turn around.

“You are not in a position to demand anything anymore,” he says.

My jaw tightens.

“I am tied to a bed,” I reply. “Of course I am going to demand something.”

He finally turns his head slightly.“Your situation could be worse,” he says.

I let out a small, frustrated laugh.

“Oh, I am sure it could be,” I say. “That does not mean this is acceptable.”

He studies me again, his expression unreadable.

Then suddenly, the door opens again.

I turn my head quickly.

And for a second, I forget everything else.

Two men walk into the room.

And somehow, they are even more… strikingly hotter than the first one.

They are tall.

Broad.

Their presence fills the room immediately.

There is something about them that feels… powerful and ultimately dangerous.

My body tenses without me telling it to.

They stop a few steps inside, their eyes moving directly to me.

Then to the man standing beside the bed.

There is a brief silence.

Then one of them speaks. His voice is calm, but firm.

“Untie her,” he says.

My heart jumps.

I look at him quickly, not sure if I heard that right.

He takes a step closer, his gaze steady.

“We are taking her with us,” he continues. “She will answer for what she has done where she belongs.”

My breath catches in my throat.

I look between them, my mind racing again.

What the hell was going on? Who the hell were this people?!