Rejected by My Fiancé, Chosen by the Biker King

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ceiling windows of the private hospital suite, casting a

d in my hand. My fingers trembled slightly fro

high society forever. It meant steppin

d changed everything. Lucas knew secrets ab

o survive the fallout of Ethan's publ

pressed the pen to the paper an

the bed, his piercing silver eyes

the clipboard from my hands. His rough,

k traveled up my arm,

mble that vibrated straight to my core. "From this mom

ugh the sprawling iron gates of a massive, heavily f

th security cameras, and the sheer s

my chest tightened. The driveway was lined w

swung open. Lucas stood there,

before placing my hand in his. His grip

it the pavement, the

ather cuts with the words Black Kings MC emblazon

aughter died down instantly. Dozens of

s?" a gravelly voice

beard and a deep scar running do

t. This was Damon. He glared at me with unvarnish

he compound?" Damon spat, gesturing aggressively toward my cream

nd over the photos of you two. We're in the middle of a delicate territory

ng the other bik

lly the bill

ver brought a

the King

e weight of their scrutiny, but

half an inch in front of me, his massive fra

The sheer dominance in his voice made t

a liability. She

hock. "Your fiancée? Lucas, you

them to do," Lucas interrupted, his sil

en of this club. If anyone has a problem w

h might shatter, but he slowly took a step back, bowi

Lucas's shoulder promised that

rough the grand double doors of the mansion, gu

as a blend of dark wood, sle

ase to the second floor. Lucas stopped

ifully designed bedroom complete with a king

me. "My men have already delivered a new wardrobe

t safer than anywhere I had been in years, yet the presen

rframe, crossing his arms. The proximity

ht space. His gaze drifted down to my lips before locking back ont

ound rules, Sophia," he said,

stepped closer to him, refusing to let him see how much h

moothly, a dangerous smirk play

distance between us until I could f

bedroom is right across the hall. Rule number

into his silver eyes, trapped by the heavy, s

, keeping my voice steady. "I have no desi

is gaze lingering on my face for one m

om, a sharp, clicking sound ec

ainst the hardwood floor s

t stay away for long," a sultry, dr

nd. Walking up the stairs was a

hat left very little to the imaginatio

rfect waves, and her eyes

ed onto me. The warmth in her expression vanished

er voice dripping with disdain

tone instantly turning int

went rigid. "What are you doing here? I t

n't mean that," Scarlett purred, com

never leaving mine as she closed the dis

e with a fragile litt

e I could even process what was h

rs in his dark hair, and pressed her lips firmly against