IN BED WITH HER HOT ALPHA BIKERS

Chapter 2

RAVIENNE

I didn’t understand what was happening. Not fully.

Not in the way my mind could accept it. Because nothing about this made sense.

“Arrest me?” I repeated slowly, as if the word itself was foreign on my tongue. “On whose authority?”

Commander Hale didn’t blink. He looked me dead in the eye like I was an enemy of the pack.

“The court’s.” He said in a voice that was filled with disgust.

“That is impossible,” I snapped, forcing myself to stand straighter even as Ashlyn’s weak breathing filled the room behind me. “I am the Luna of Crescent Ridge Pack. The only person higher than me in this pack is the Alpha. You do not drag me anywhere without the Alpha’s approval.”

Something cold flickered in his eyes. “The Alpha has already approved it.”

My heart stuttered. Now that was absurd. Why would Knox, my husband, order for my arrest?

“No. Stop saying nonsense, that can't be possible.”

That simple words came out too soft. Too broken.

Behind me, Ashlyn let out a faint sound. A broken sound that was full of pain. “Mama…”

That was all it took. Everything inside me snapped into motion.

I turned back toward her instantly, reaching for her again, but two soldiers moved faster than me.

One grabbed my arm. The other stepped between me and the bed.

"You are forbidden from getting any closer to the princess."

“No,” I choked out, struggling immediately. “Move. That is my daughter.”

“She is under medical care,” one of them said flatly.

“She is my daughter,” I repeated louder. In case they have all forgotten who I was. “I'm her mother, you can't stop me from holding my baby. Let me go.”

I tried to pull free, but his grip only tightened.

Pain shot through my wrist.

“Mama!” Ashlyn’s weak voice broke through the room again. Her small hand lifted toward me, trembling, desperate.

I lunged forward. I didn’t think. I just moved.

But before I could reach her, another soldier grabbed my other arm and yanked me back violently.

“Stop resisting.” He growled, shaking me way too violently I almost lost my balance.

“Do not touch me,” I hissed, my voice rising as panic set in. “I am your Luna. I command you to release me.”

No reaction. Not even hesitation. It was like my title meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.

My gaze snapped to the guards surrounding my daughter’s bed.

“Remove your hands from her,” I ordered sharply. “Now. If you cannot show me any more respect as your Luna, please respect my daughter.”

Instead, one of them reached down and gently pulled Ashlyn’s tiny fingers away from mine.

“Mama! Leave mama alone!” she cried again, louder this time, fear breaking through her weak body.

“No, no, no,” I struggled harder. “Do not touch her. She is sick. You are hurting her.”

“Hold her still,” one of the soldiers barked.

That command wasn’t for me. It was for her.

Something inside me turned to ice.

“Ashlyn,” I gasped, reaching for her again. But they pulled her away from me.

Cleanly. Efficiently. Like she was nothing but an obstacle.

My daughter let out a weak sob as her tiny hand slipped from mine completely.

“Mama, don’t go…”

The sound of it shattered something in me.

“No,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “No, please. Not her. Not my child.”

I fought harder then. Wildly. Desperately. But the soldiers only tightened their hold on me.

And then I saw Mira. My maid. She rushed forward, tears already in her eyes.

“Please,” she begged them, stepping between us. “She is not well. The princess is not well. You cannot take her like this. The princess needs her. She needs her mother.”

One of the guards shoved her away without even looking at her properly. Mira crashed into the wall with a sickening sound.

“Mira!” I screamed. But I couldn’t move. I was completely useless I couldn't even protect my own subject.

They dragged me backward as I watched her slide down the wall unconscious, blood on her temple. Something in my chest went cold.

“Stop,” I said again, weaker this time. “You are hurting everyone.”

No one listened. They pulled me out of the room anyway. Ashlyn’s voice followed me.

“Mama!”

I twisted violently, almost breaking free for a second. “I am here,” I shouted back. “I am here, baby. I am coming back.”

But they only tightened their grip and forced me down the hallway. My bare feet scraped against the marble floor as they dragged me forward.

Pain barely registered anymore. Humiliation did.

Servants stood frozen along the corridor. Guards I once commanded looked away as I passed. No one moved to help.

No one spoke. It was like I had already been erased. My breath came uneven.

“Release me,” I demanded again, struggling harder. “I demand to see my husband. I demand to know what's going on and why I'm being treated like a criminal.”

That got a reaction. A small one. A dismissive laugh from one of the soldiers behind me.

“Your husband gave the order. And yes, you're a criminal, Ravienne.”

“No,” I snapped immediately. “Knox would never allow this.”

That name felt strange now. Like it didn’t belong in my mouth anymore.

“He already did,” the guard replied.

I shook my head violently. “No. Something is wrong. There must be a mistake.”

They ignored me. When I tried to stop walking, one of them shoved me forward.

I stumbled. Almost fell forward.

Only their grip kept me upright. Anger flared through me then. Raw and sharp.

“I am your Luna,” I shouted again, forcing authority into my voice even as it cracked. Even though everything I had been saying were completely useless. “You will not treat me like this.”

That was when the kick came. Hard against my shin. Pain exploded through my leg and I cried out, nearly collapsing.

“Keep moving, criminal,” the soldier said flatly.

My breath shook. This was wrong. All of it was wrong.

I kept trying to think, to understand, to find logic in what was happening, but there was none.

Only cruelty. Only confusion. Only silence where answers should have been.

As they dragged me through the pack house entrance, I saw people.

Wolves. Pack members.

They stood in clusters, whispering. Watching as I was dragged away.

No one came forward. No one stopped them.

I caught fragments of their voices as I passed.

“How could she do that to the Alpha’s mistress?”

“She must have done it to her.”

“I always knew she was jealous.”

“Lady Lilian is carrying the Alpha’s heir.”

My steps faltered. Lilian. Mistress. Heir. Poisoned?

The words made no sense. I shook my head again, trying to clear it.

“No,” I whispered under my breath. “That cannot be true.”

Lilian was in her chamber the last time I heard from her, she was healthy. Ashlyn was sick and I had been busy moving from my office to my daughter's room, I hadn't had the time to do anything else.

Everything else was meaningless. But doubt crept in anyway. Cold and unwelcome.

They dragged me past the main hall. Past the training grounds. Past the gardens where I once walked freely as Luna.

Every step felt like a piece of me was being stripped away. By the time we reached the prison entrance, I was no longer fighting as hard.

Not because I accepted it. But because I was exhausted. Because somewhere deep inside, fear had replaced rage.

They shoved me inside a stone corridor that smelled of damp iron and old blood. The door slammed behind me. The sound echoed.

Final.

My cell was small. Cold. Bare. They removed their hands from me only when the iron bars locked shut.

Only then did I finally collapse against the wall.

My chest rose and fell unevenly.

I stared at my hands. They were shaking. I pressed my palm against my mouth, trying to steady my breathing.

Think. Ravienne, think.

I needed to think. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ashlyn reaching for me.

“Mama don’t go.”

A sob escaped before I could stop it. I pressed my forehead against my knees, breathing unevenly as everything inside me cracked open.

What did I do? What did I do wrong? I had stayed loyal. I had obeyed. I had given up my crown. I had given up everything I owned to be a good woman, a perfect wife, a good mother and a good Luna.

So why was I here? Why was my daughter alone?

The sound of footsteps broke through my thoughts. Multiple footsteps. Approaching fast.

I lifted my head sharply. The cell door opened again. Another group of guards stepped in.

This time, they did not hesitate.

“This way,” one of them said. I frowned.

“What?”

“The court is ready to hear your case,” he continued coldly. “You are to appear immediately.”

My heart dropped. Court. Case. Trial. None of it made sense.

“What case?” I asked quickly, stepping forward. “I have not been informed of any charges. I demand to know what I am accused of.”

No answer. Only silence. My voice rose.

“I demand to speak to Alpha Knox Arden.”

One of the guards finally looked at me properly. His expression was empty. “You will speak when permitted.”

Then he stepped closer to the bars. “Now step forward. The hearing begins immediately.”

I stared at him. Completely lost. Completely broken.

And for the first time since everything started, I realized something terrifying.

I did not know what I was being punished for. But everyone else seemed to already know.