Claimed by The Biker Alphas

The night erupted into chaos. The roar of motorcycle engines drowned out the screams of thousands of spectators gathered along a secluded California highway. Crimson floodlights illuminated the racing lanes, while luxury cars and custom bikes lined the venue. The air reeked of gasoline, burning rubber, liquor, and sweat. Women stood atop parked cars, screaming the names of the three Alpha bikers feared and worshipped across the continent. Solon. Zephyr. Cadiz. Three ruthless Alpha presidents. Three powerful Beast Clan leaders. Ahead lay Fang Strain, a deadly curve barely visible beneath the floodlights. At speeds exceeding 180 miles per hour, none of the three wore helmets. Their leather gear, custom superbikes, and brutal beast instincts were all they trusted. Instead of slowing down, they accelerated. Solon Hartlock, the Wolf Alpha and president of Black Fang Bikers Club, took the most dangerous racing line. His black hair whipped in the wind as his icy blue eyes remained fixed on the road. His red-and-black superbike leaned sharply into the curve, sparks flying beneath its frame. Zephyr Grey, the Fox Alpha and president of Red Claw Bikers Club, kept pace. His fiery red hair streamed behind him as his crimson streetfighter tore through the bend, flames bursting from its exhaust. On the opposite side, Cadiz Ethelgard, the Serpent Alpha and president of Viper Fang Bikers Club, maneuvered with chilling precision. His long silver hair whipped through the wind, his blood-red eyes tracking every movement. Then Cadiz made his move. He squeezed between Solon and Zephyr, leaving barely inches between their motorcycles. One wrong move could send all three crashing onto the asphalt. But none of the Alpha bikers backed down. They fought for position until the final stretch, their engines roaring through the smoke-filled highway. This wasn't just a race for a trophy. It was a battle for dominance between the country's three most powerful biker clubs. The annual championship attracted wealthy heirs, politicians' children, and influential socialites, all eager to witness the spectacle. And then there was me. Standing near the VIP tables, carrying three heavy bags belonging to a woman who couldn't even be bothered to carry her own things. "Everest!" I turned toward my stepsister, Lyra Greel. One of the most popular girls at our university, Lyra was beautiful, confident, and accustomed to getting whatever she wanted. Her custom black leather outfit was flawless, just like her hair and makeup. "Where's my jacket?" Her sharp voice cut through the noise as she stopped in front of me. "I-it's inside the bag, Lyra—" Before I could finish, she slammed her glass onto the table. Liquor spilled across the pavement, soaking the bottom of my pants. "And you actually made me wait? Are you this useless?" Nearby conversations faded as people turned to watch. "I told you to have my things ready before the opening ceremony! You're never good for anything!" Lyra snatched a bag from my hands and hurled it onto the pavement, scattering her belongings. "Pick them up. And clean my shoes before Alpha Solon arrives. Otherwise, you'll regret the day you were born." Heat rushed to my face. In their world, I was nothing more than someone they could humiliate without consequence. Clenching my fists, I slowly lowered myself toward the ground. But before my fingers could touch the pavement, a powerful motorcycle engine roared through the venue. My head snapped up. Solon Hartlock had arrived. His matte-black cruiser rolled into the grounds, its crimson details gleaming beneath the floodlights. He dismounted with the effortless authority of a man who never needed to demand respect. My heart hammered. His broad shoulders, muscular frame, and black leather jacket made him even more intimidating. Messy black hair framed his sharp features, but his icy blue eyes were what truly captured my attention. Cold. Dangerous. Intense. Lyra immediately straightened her posture, fixing her hair as a seductive smile spread across her face. She expected him to approach her. He didn't even glance at her. Solon walked straight toward me. His large hand closed around my arm, pulling me back to my feet. When our eyes met, his cold expression softened for a brief moment. Then he turned toward the crowd. His arm wrapped around my waist, drawing me firmly against his side. "No one has the right to touch her except me." His deep voice silenced the entire venue. "Because she's my mate." His grip tightened. "She's under my protection. My name. My bloodline. My claim." His icy gaze swept across the crowd. "So if anyone thinks they can hurt her, humiliate her, or lay a hand on her just because she's my mate..." His jaw clenched. "Come through me first." My breath caught. I stared up at him, unable to believe what I was hearing. Then his gaze shifted toward Lyra. "And if you ever touch her again, don't expect mercy just because I once knew you." The color drained from her face. The Alpha she'd spent the entire night trying to impress was claiming me in front of everyone. "No! I won't accept this!" Lyra stumbled toward him, her confidence crumbling. "Alpha Solon, look at her! She's just a nobody who carries my bags! I'm the one who belongs by your side. Choose me instead!" Solon's lips curled into a contemptuous sneer. "Choose you? I'd rather live without a mate than spend a second bound to a vile woman like you." Cruel whispers spread through the crowd. Without sparing Lyra another glance, Solon guided me toward his motorcycle and gently placed a helmet over my head. ***** I wrapped my arms around Solon's waist as his motorcycle roared through the cold night. The wind whipped against my face, carrying the scent of gasoline and his unmistakably masculine fragrance. I pressed my cheek against his broad back, but my thoughts remained restless. I had never believed in fated mates. Even in a modern world where humans and beasts coexisted, ancient legends claimed that a human woman chosen by an Alpha Beast could bring extraordinary fortune to his bloodline. Immense wealth. Unrivaled power. Endless prosperity. It sounded ridiculous. Why would powerful Alpha Beasts choose ordinary human women when humans were considered weak and fragile? Yet something had changed when Solon touched me earlier. A strange warmth spread through my body, followed by a spark I couldn't explain. And that frightened me. I didn't realize we'd stopped until I looked up. A large motorcycle workshop stood before us, its garage filled with custom bikes, dismantled engines, and grease-stained workbenches. Solon switched off the engine. "Here we are. My shop." "Your shop?" "I repair and modify motorcycles here." I glanced around in disbelief. As the president of Black Fang and an Alpha from a powerful Beast Clan, he could easily hire an entire crew of mechanics. Yet he worked with his own hands. Before I could ask anything else, he reached for my hand. That strange warmth returned the instant our fingers touched. He led me inside. "I'll have you stay here tonight." "Here?" "You can rest upstairs." The upper floor contained a small living area and several rooms. Solon opened one of the doors. "You can use this room." I stepped inside. It was simple but comfortable, nothing like the luxurious mansions I'd associated with powerful Alpha families. He crossed the hallway and stopped before another door. "This one's mine." I was about to step inside when he suddenly caught me by the waist. "Wait—" He pulled me into his room and gently backed me against the wall. His massive frame towered over mine, leaving me trapped between the wall and his warm chest. "A-Alpha Solon..." My heart pounded violently. He lowered his head, his lips brushing my neck. My fingers instinctively tightened around his leather jacket. "You're going to drive me f*****g crazy if you keep looking at me like that," he murmured. His icy blue eyes burned with restrained desire. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "You're mine." Beneath his possessive tone, I sensed something almost desperate. "Tell me you're mine alone." I pressed my palms against his chest. "You can't just claim me like this, Alpha Solon!" My voice trembled. "Look around us! I don't belong in your world! I'm not one of your club members whom you can simply command!" "You are my mate, Everest." "And that terrifies me!" My voice cracked as I fought back tears. "You're an Alpha! Everyone fears you! How am I supposed to surrender myself when everything is happening so fast? I'm terrified of what this bond will do to me!" Solon went still. For a moment, he said nothing. Then his expression shifted as my fear finally reached him. Slowly, he stepped back, forcing himself to calm down. The possessiveness in his eyes remained, but the intensity softened. He leaned toward me again, his lips brushing my neck. I held my breath as the sharp tips of his fangs pressed gently against my skin. A sudden sting made me gasp. The sensation passed quickly, but I knew the mark he'd left would be impossible to ignore. "I won't force you," he whispered. His lips brushed near my ear. "I'll wait..." His voice dropped into a low, possessive murmur. "Until you’re the one begging me to make you mine completely.”