Claimed by the bikers Alpha

My heat is here again. I curled tighter into the sheets, a soft, broken whimper slipping from my throat as I tried to force myself back to sleep. The ache between my legs throbbed in time with my heartbeat—hot, insistent, demanding. Cassian wasn’t here. Like he ever is when your heat hits, my wolf scoffed, voice sharp with old resentment. He’s an Alpha. His pack needs him. For two weeks he’d been stationed at the border, and even if I could reach him, I wouldn’t. I refused to pull him away from his duty over something as selfish as this. I could endure it. I always had. But the goddess wasn’t listening tonight. Another wave rolled through me, slick heat flooding between my thighs. My back arched off the bed as I cried out, fingers fisting the damp sheets. “Oh, goddess… please…” I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste blood, but it did nothing to dull the fire licking through my veins. My skin was too tight, too hot, every brush of the sheets against my n*****s sending sparks straight to my aching core. I could feel how wet I was—embarrassingly so—my thighs slick and trembling as another contraction pulsed deep inside me. He should be here, my wolf growled, pacing restlessly beneath my skin. Knotting you. Filling you. Making you scream his name until the whole pack hears who you belong to. “Shut up,” I whispered hoarsely, even as my hand trailed down my stomach of its own accord. My fingers slipped through the mess between my legs, circling my swollen c**t with a desperate little moan. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough without him. I pictured Cassian—broad shoulders, dark eyes burning with that alpha hunger, the way his big hands pinned me down so easily during my last heat. The low growl he made when he finally pushed inside me, stretching me open around his thick c**k. The way he’d knot me for hours, locked deep while he filled me over and over until I was swollen and leaking his seed. A broken sob tore from my throat as I pushed two fingers inside myself, curling them desperately. My hips bucked against my hand, chasing friction that felt pathetic compared to what I needed. The wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet room, only making my face burn hotter. “Cassian…” His name slipped out like a prayer. “Please… I need you.” The wave crested again, sharper this time. My thighs clamped around my hand as pleasure ripped through me—brief, shallow, unsatisfying. I came with a strangled cry, but the heat barely receded. If anything, it flared hotter, crueler, leaving me panting and still painfully empty. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Two weeks. How much longer could I keep pretending I was fine? ********* Struggling with heat and trying to keep up with the pack meeting and everything was a disaster. I sat rigidly in my chair, trying to focus on the elder’s words, but my heat made it impossible. Fire licked through my veins, pooling hot and heavy between my thighs. Every shift of my body sent a fresh wave of slick soaking through my clothes, and I clenched my jaw to keep from whimpering out loud. I could barely concentrate on what the pack elder and advisor were saying. It has been two weeks since I last saw my mate. The bond between us felt stretched thin and frayed. I couldn’t reach him through the mind link no matter how hard I tried. Just static and the overwhelming ache in my chest. Goddess, please… not here. My wolf whined pitifully inside me, desperate for her mate. The tightness in my core was growing unbearable. If Cassian didn’t come home soon—even just once—I was going to embarrass myself right in front of the elders. I could already feel another contraction building, my n*****s tight and sensitive against the fabric of my shirt, my scent dangerously close to blooming and giving me away. I dug my nails into my thighs under the table, breathing shallowly. Could something have happened at the border? The thought sent a fresh spike of anxiety through the heat haze. Surely Cassian would have called for backup if it was serious… “Luna?” I snapped my head up, forcing a calm smile that felt brittle on my face. “Sorry. You were saying?” Elder Mira studied me for a beat too long before continuing. “Are you feeling alright, Luna?” she asked, concern lacing her tone. “You look flushed.” “I’m fine,” I answered too quickly. “Just a bit warm. Please, continue.” I could feel sweat beading along my spine. My scent was getting stronger—I was sure of it. Sweet and fertile and unmistakably needy. If any of the unmated wolves in the room caught even a hint of it… I dug my nails deeper into my thighs, using the pain to fight the rising pleasure-pain between my legs. “I suggested we open a dedicated training facility for the healers to develop their abilities. It would be a great help to the pack—this way we won’t have to rely entirely on human hospitals.” The idea was solid. Smart, even. Over the last month, rogue attacks had surged far beyond anything we’d anticipated. More injuries, more strain on our limited resources. I nodded, trying to project the steady, capable Luna they needed. “That’s an excellent proposal,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “We should prioritize a location near the eastern ridge—close enough to the main infirmary but far enough from the training fields to avoid distractions. I’ll speak with Cassian about allocating resources as soon as he returns.” I added. “I was also thinking…” The rest of her words were left unheard when the voice of my beta cut through the mindlink. “Luna, the alpha is bleeding!” I stood so quickly my chair screeched. Elder Mira’s eyes widened, but I was already moving. A sickening dread twisted in my gut. If she cut the link that abruptly, something was terribly wrong. I rushed out of the meeting hall and sprinted toward the hospital.