Claimed by the Rogue Biker Alphas

Chapter 2

Seraphina's POV

I didn't know for how long I drove around the Kingdom, but I just wanted to disappear. Ha… the pain is too much for me to bear; my parents betrayal and the fact that I'm actually stuck in this sham marriage hurts the most.

Now.. I'm at the outskirts of the kingdom… a place where I shouldn't be seen. It is said to be owned by rogue bikers — men who answer to no Alpha. The men even Rowan is afraid of because of their ruthlessness… but I don't f*****g care.

If Rowan wanted me dead for finding out his secret, maybe I should start by living dangerously first.

I drove into the parking lot of a bar. The Devil's Den. The name was dangerous—I would have turned back if it was by this time yesterday, but right now… I will keep going, even if it was to my grave.

The moment I walked into the bar, everywhere went silent. Eyes bored into me. Of course, the Luna shouldn't be here. Especially when she was wearing a ball dress, barefooted with mascara filled tears dried on her cheeks. But tonight, I'm no one's Luna.

The music was too loud, the air too thick with smoke and testosterone. Red neon light pulsed through the room. She-wolves in fishnet dresses straddled the thighs of he-wolves and also twisted around the pool on the platform; they are so free and excited—unlike me. Scary oil painting of wolves with dripping jaw was on the wall. But I needed the noise, the danger— anything to drown out the sound of my husband’s moans that was still echoing in my head.

With my shoulders held high, I walked towards the booth and slid into it. “Your strongest drink please.“

The bartender—a petite lady with blonde hair —who was attending to another customer snapped her head towards me… her eyes narrowed, then widened and she quickly bows. “Luna…”

Luna?!

That title had always felt burdensome—almost like a cage—but tonight, I hated it more than anything else.

I ignored her and rolled my eyes instead. She took the cue and handed me a shot of tequila. I threw down the liquid—it burned down my throat… but not enough to burn out the pain in my chest.

“More please.“ I slid the glass towards her and she filled it again. I threw it down again.

A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat as I remembered Rowan's words. “Open marriage?“ I muttered. “As if anyone would ever want to have something with a tainted queen like me.“

Rowan's mark was visible on my neck. He had given me the mark the night we got married to deceive everyone that our marriage had been consummated.

By the time, I had taken the fourth shot, I couldn't see clearly anymore. The bartender seems to be appearing in threes and the Moon Goddess seems to be dancing with the she-wolves on the platform.

And f**k, I'm so pressed. I'd like to use the restroom. When I raised my head again, the bartender was already walking away with a tray of drinks in her hand, so I couldn't ask her the direction to the restroom anymore.

I stood, belched loudly. “I will figure it out myself.“

I staggered out of the room; I wonder why my legs couldn't move straight no matter how much I tried. I walked out of the bar, towards the nearest turning by my left.... until I found myself in a garage. Yeah, a well-lit mechanic garage reeking of gasoline with over a hundred motorbikes parked.

“f**k, Seraphina. You can’t even do anything right,” I muttered, feeling the urgent need to find the damn restroom now!

As I turned away… a voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Take the damn c**k in your mouth, slut.“

It was a deep masculine voice—impatient and condescending —but enough to stroke places I never knew existed in my body. Enough to make me sober immediately.

Immediately, my senses were sharper than it had ever been given that I am wolf-less. My interest was piqued…. at the word; take the damn c**k in your mouth. Was it the same c**k I know? And if yes, how can someone take it in their mouth?

Then on their own, my legs started moving towards the direction of the voice and yes, I wasn't staggering anymore.

And that was when I saw them.

Two identical men. Dangerous—yet so captivating that I couldn't take my eyes away from them. Tall, broad shouldered and their jaw is so perfect that I think it's unfair for them to have such perfection. The diamond earrings in their ears fitted them like they were moulded for it. Their leather cut bore the Devil's Riders insignia—a snarling wolf with dripping jaw, just like the paintings I saw at the bar earlier. That means they owned the bar.

My eyes landed on the sexy, dangerous tattoos of cobra snake that was on their neck down to their upper abs and my body reacted in a way I couldn't explain.

I haven’t seen them before but I can tell that they are the infamous Rogue twins biker Alpha.

But they are not alone.

They are seated on a motorbike, their jeans drawn down between their thighs. A naked she-wolf bent over in front of them. She was running her hand through the hard, thick c**k of one… but to the other, I don't know what she was doing, but her head was moving back and forth.

Then… my eyes widen in shock. Is she really taking the c**k in her mouth? My eyes narrowed as I paid more attention and she realized that she was actually taking the c**k in her mouth.

I was supposed to feel disgusted by the forbidden sight of two he-wolves pleasured by one she-wolf… but then I wasn't. If anything, my body reacted lustfully, erotically and sexually for the first time in my entire life. My p***y throbbed so hard that I had to press my thighs together to stop the ache there.

Oh… f**k, I swallowed hard. A voice told me to leave, but then, my legs are useless.

The twins she was taking his c**k in her mouth, grabbed her hair and began to move her back and forth. “f**k… w***e!“ He grunted, throwing his head up. “Just f*****g use your mouth properly!“

The one she was stroking leaned down and thrusted his fingers, in and out of her hole. “So f*****g tight cunt, huh?“

My thighs started trembling so much that my knees almost buckled, but I leaned back against the cold wall. I have never seen a c**k before, let alone being f****d.

As I watched him thrust his fingers in and out, something inside me snapped. I desperately wanted to be that she-wolf. I wanted to be the one who was called slut, w***e. I wanted to be one who had a c**k rammed into her throat.

My p***y tingled so much that I wanted to cry. Not from the betrayal this time, but from the heat that pooled beneath me. I could feel the crotch of my lace panties clinging to my p***y lips like a second skin.

This was wrong. I knew it. But for once, I didn’t care if the Moon Goddess turned away from me.

Before I realized what was happening, I yanked my ball dress up, shifted my panties aside and slammed two fingers inside my molten hole. I breathed out in relieve. I began to move my fingers in and out, just the same way he was doing to the she-wolf.

Oh.. it feels absolutely good to finally have something in my hole for the very first time ever!

Oh… Seraphina, you shouldn't be doing this abomination. I tried to remove my fingers… I swear I really tried, but I couldn't.

My chest heaved frantically. My back arched off the wall. My toes curled so hard. I squeezed my eyes closed. My mouth parted opened—I wanted to scream out from the intense pleasure—but if I did, they would hear me.

“Let it out, Luna Seraphina.”

The deep voice rumbled through the air—low, dangerous, and far too close.

My eyes flew open. One of the twins was standing in front of me, his hand braced beside my head, his gaze dark and knowing.

“Looks like the queen just found her sin,” he whispered.