Claimed By The Biker King

Lysandra~~

A heavy sound came from the doorpost, pulling all the gaze backwards. Standing there was a man, dressed in his black leather jacket, his boot slammed on the floor as he came closer, his eyes burning like a flame.

As he walked, he was gradually pulling away the black gloves that covered his palm. His presence caused a change in the atmosphere and everywhere smelled of leather.

By the side of his trousers were weapons stacked tight and exposed to the sight of everyone.

I glanced at the priestess, my eyes widening in horror as she was doing nothing.

Just when I tried to speak, Jonathan grabbed me by my arms and yanked me to stand before him. I struggled to get out of his grip but he wouldn't let me go.

“What are you doing, Jonathan? You should be protecting me.” I rebuked him but he turned a deaf ear.

His breath was raspy and fast. By the time I managed to see his face, it was pale and drained of blood.

“Jonathan, what…

He dropped the ring he was holding on the floor and took off, taking my right.

I stood there, my lips dropped open, my fingers tightened around the bouquet I was holding while I stared at his running figure as it slowly vanished into thin air.

My chest tightened. What was that? He just dropped the ring and escaped?

I looked straight at my uncle who had that shock all over his face but was also in panic.

The man in leather approached closer. He looked me dead in the eyes and walked opposite me.

I told myself to hold my grip, but nothing was adding up. “Who…who are you? What are you…are you doing here?” I managed to ask him, expecting him to speak.

Today was my wedding day, and he just barged in and interrupted us from taking our marriage vows. He smelled of leather and looked more like a devil from the pit of hell. His braided brown hair made him look like he was destruction itself…and I bet that he was.

He didn't say a thing, not even a ‘hi’. Rather, he bent low and picked up the ring that Jonathan had dropped on the floor. He stared at it and a sinister smile curled his lips.

I was at a loss for words. My blood froze and I went stiff at that point.

The priestess still stood, not doing or saying anything. In fact, everyone was in fear as it was all shown on their faces…but Jonathan escaped.

Did they know each other? And the fuck…he was trying to shield himself with me? What a shameless man my uncle arranged for me to be married to.

I bit my lower lip and looked away, “Please, just drop the ring and leave.” I wasn't myself, I thought I'd take my last breath at that time.

But he grabbed my left hand instead and slid the ring into it…still didn't say a word.

He stretched his left hand and signaled me to do the same.

How would I? What the fuck…

“Be fast!” Those two words that left his lips bore a lot of weight and smelled of danger. Just the look in his eyes showed that he was no good. “Fast!” his voice rose this time and panic surged through me.

My lycan wailed while we were being overwhelmed by his alpha command.

I glanced at my uncle, but he immediately avoided my gaze.

With trembling fingers, I slid the ring onto his finger too. My heart thumped harder in my ears while I waited for what's next.