CLAIMED BY THE RUTHLESS BIKER KING
READING AGE 18+
My own family rejected me first.My uncle burned my dead father's jacket and called me a burden. My cousin was too scared to join the motorcycle club my father died building. So I did what any smart girl does when every door slams shut — I picked the lock.I cut my hair. I bandaged my chest. I stole my cousin's name. And I rode straight into the deadliest biker club in the state — as a boy.Nobody knows I'm a girl. Not my new brothers. Not the rival prospect who wants me exposed and thrown out on my knees. Not even the Ruthless President who looks at me like I owe him something I haven't paid yet.Except his wolf already knows.Every time King looks at "him," something behind his eyes whispers I know you. His head says I'm just his newest prospect. His wolf says otherwise. And wolves don't lie, even to the men wearing them.I didn't ride in for love. I rode in to bury the man who murdered my father — and I don't care who else falls when I do.But somebody's circling, waiting for the one mistake that unravels everything. And when my secret finally breaks?God help us both.
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Marlowe
"Puddles," King said.
He said it to the floor. He said it to the toe of his wolf-shaped slipper, with his ears the color of ripe tomatoes and his whole broad frame bent over his knees as if he were trying to fold himself into a very small box.
I stared at him.
"I'm sorry?"……
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