Claimed By My Biker Lycan

Harlem Riders

~Jessa~

My head snapped towards Solane when I heard her giggling quietly.

She blinked rapidly and turned to the other side of the room, avoiding my gaze.

“I will be back, Kaelen, I promise."

I turned and walked out of the room, my feet wobbling on the floor as the tears kept trickling down.

His words kept ringing in my ears as I kept driving.

“You are so dumb you never found out you have been taking contraceptives all this while."

I gripped the steering wheel tighter until my nails dug into my palms.

I didn't know where I was heading to, I just needed somewhere to clear my mind. I needed to be far away from this nightmare.

And the actual truth I was meant to face is being plus-sized.

Kaelen has played me all this while, tricking me into taking this very tea when he knew the damage it caused me.

The streetlights blurred as I drove past. Trees waved at me continuously, as if they knew my predicament.

I blinked hard. Tears mixed with anger. I wiped my face with my sleeve and pressed the gas harder.

A neon bar sign flickered up ahead.

And it was boldly written.

“Harlem Riders"

I smiled; this was it.

I needed to clear my mind right now and forget my worries.

I swerved into the parking lot. The tyres screeched as if the car were coming from a race.

I killed the engine and sat still in the car for a moment, breathing heavily like I’d run a mile.

Inside, the bar was dim. It smelt like old beer and lemons. Music hummed low from the speakers.

The red and blue lights disturbed my vision as I walked in fully.

I hissed loudly; I knew the place wasn't meant for humans, just wolves.

But I cared less; as long as I was going to feel better after going in there, I didn't mind.

As long as some shots of drink could make me feel better, I cared less.

I held my half-soaked dress and pulled out a stool; the metal legs scraped loudly against the floor, and I just sat down hard.

I placed the pregnancy result on the counter. It has been stuck under my arm all this while.

I used my purse to keep it steady.

“Shots of vodka, please."

The bartender wiped the glass and gave me a cold stare.

He looked a bit scary even, and the stare made it worse. His hands were covered with tattoos that crawled up to his neck and ended before his ear.

He wore a diamond earring on both ears, and his hair was a messy brown curl.

He hesitated for a while, then poured me a shot.

I gulped down the first, second, third and fourth shots.

“More shots, bunny," I cackled and slammed the glass on the counter.

He jerked backwards and then leaned closer.

"You can't take more shots; that's the maximum for ladies.”

I laughed loudly and took the glass into my hand to pour the remaining content into my mouth.

The glass clinked against my teeth.

“Oops! I– di–didn't mean t–o do t–hat." I giggled and kept it down.

"I–I wouldn't," I shook my head, raising a finger. “I–I wouldn't ask you again, I wa–nt mo–."

I was cut off by a low, guttural rumble. The sound came from a distance and then inched closer.

The sound grew louder.

From what I processed, it was the metallic growl of bikes.

It was no other people but the famous Harlem Riders, ruled by some unknown dreaded beast.

The bartender's face held two expressions: those of fear and disgust.

“I advise you to leave now; the master just arrived, and he will toss you out of here if you don't leave," he explained under his breath.

I burst into laughter, like someone who has suddenly gone insane.

“Master?" I echoed and continued laughing.

"That is all they do, huh. Toss ladies around like some piece of trash.”

“Show me the godman master; he will have to pour the shots himself then. " I reached for the glass but knocked it off with my fingers.

The glass sloshes on the floor, clattering to pieces.

A low rumble erupted from the crowd inside the bar.

I blinked slowly to see where the broken pieces were.

I chuckled when I saw the shattered pieces.

“Serves… serves him right, for… for calling her fat. "I nodded to myself.

"I...will go get hi…him, the ma…ster. He… will clear the mess."

I tried to climb onto the stool when I missed it and grabbed the edge to steady myself.

I missed the edge too and was falling on the floor, straight into the shattered bottle, when I felt a hand on my arm, preventing me from reaching the floor.

I shut my eyes, enjoying the warmth from the stranger's hands.

He pulled me up, and I stood, staggering on my heels.

I cleared my vision properly to see the face of the person that just helped me.

My eyes met with his, and I took in a deep breath.

My vision wasn't steady, but I captured his black wavy hair, the steel-grey eyes and the slight scar that ran through his left brow.

He was drop-dead gorgeous with his brooding frame.

From what I registered, he was not less than 6'4. With broad shoulders and a wide chest, his body was covered in tattoos, just like the first guy.

I cackled again and staggered to the side.

“Isn't it the same thing? Fat, clumsy pig." I pointed a finger at his face.

Two men stepped from behind him, and he held his hands up, signalling them to go back.

I chuckled dryly. "You…you don't have to stop them; go ahead and do that. That…that's all you men are known for.” I shut my eyes for a while, staggered backwards, and then caught myself.

“I… I will kill you all if you don't give me the last shot.” I shouted and pointed right into his face.

“Master." A man rushed over to him, bowing his head.

I stood still in shock. Was he the master the bartender talked about?

The one he mentioned was going to throw me away?