Claimed By The Alpha, Marked By The Biker-Chapter 35: The sudden Change of Hearts

Kianna’s Pov:

I woke to the soft hush of Mordred’s breathing, the morning light slipping through the half-drawn blinds in pale gold ribbons.

He was still asleep, one arm flung over my waist, the other tucked beneath his pillow.

The hard lines of his face had melted away in sleep, no scowl or guarded eyes, just a boyish softness that made my chest ache in a way I hadn’t expected.

His lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks. A lock of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, and the faint stubble along his jaw caught the light like frost.

God... he looked unfairly beautiful.His lips slightly parted, as he stirred a bit. And I melted pathetically to the sight.

"How did I get this lucky?" I muttered under my breath to myself, as I traced the slope of his nose with my gaze.

I must’ve stared too long because his eyes fluttered open suddenly, still sleepy but really attractive and landed on me.

A slow, crooked smile tugged at his lips.

"Caught you," he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

Heat flooded my cheeks, I couldn’t find any better excuse than saying. "I was just... checking for drool."

He chuckled, still grinning and leaned in to press a soft kiss to my mouth. It was lazy but lingering, tasting faintly of last night.

"Morning, beautiful." he whispered against my lips.I melted into it, fingers curling into his hair.

When he pulled back, his thumb brushed my lower lip simultaneously. "Hungry?"

"Starving." I replied, as my lip twitched into a shy smirk. God I wanted this moment to last forever.

He stretched and rolled out of bed with effortless grace, the sheet slipping low on his hips. I bit my lip to keep myself from staring but it was too late. He caught me, smiled, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Mordred returned with a paper bag from the diner down the street—pancakes, bacon and fresh orange juice.

We ate cross-legged on the bed, trading bites and quiet smiles, the world outside the window feeling a thousand miles away.

The ride back to campus was quiet, the bike’s rumble a steady heartbeat beneath us.

I rested my cheek against his back, arms tight around his waist, and let the wind strip away the last of the night’s weight.

When he pulled up to the school entrance, he killed the engine and walked me to the door.

"Text me after class," he said, brushing a kiss to my temple. "And if anyone gives you shit..."

"I’ll handle it." I smiled, small but real. "See you later."

He watched me go, helmet dangling from one hand, until I disappeared inside.

When I reached the main hallway of the school, the usual stares felt duller and muted.

No whispering behind my back, no judgemental stares or sneaking photographs.

Unlike any other day, it seems people were learning to mind their own business now or maybe they were used to my rumors now and don’t care anymore.

I headed straight to the cafeteria to get myself some coffee before class. And the moment I entered, I spotted Lesley at the far corner end of the room. She had two mugs of coffee on the table like she knew I was coming.

Her eyes lighted up the moment she saw me then waved both hands ridiculously.

" Over here Kianna, come and sit with me."

I gave her a nod and walked over to her.

"You okay?" she asked as I slid in beside her.

"Getting there." I replied, then wrapped my hands around one of the mugs, letting the heat seep in. "You?"

"Same." She muttered, then nudged my shoulder playfully. " Did you spend the night at Mordred’s?"

I nodded, cheeks warming. "Mhmmm, and made me breakfast this morning before coming to school."

Lesley’s eyebrows shot up. "In bed?"

"On the bed," I corrected, laughing. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Lesley."

We fell into easy chatter, discussing classes, the upcoming midterms, examinations and anything but last night.

She always had something new to say, and for a few moments everything felt alright. I almost forgot about all the chaos around me and let myself relax into the moment.

But it didn’t last any longer. As Lesley was in the middle of telling me about a boy who kept stalking her, the air shifted.

Lysander and his friend Kyle walked in, trays in hand. My stomach clenched, as I stared at them.They took the table right beside us, close enough to hear us talk and far enough to pretend ignorance.

Lysander didn’t look up or acknowledge me. He just pretended to be caught up in whatever conversation he was having with Kyle, and kept laughing at something he had said. As if nothing had happened between us yesterday in the courtyard.

I wanted to feel relief, because that was what I’d asked for; distance and strangers.

But the knot in my chest tightened at the sight of him looking fine and all smiley.

He was even eating hash browns while I’d spent the night unraveling. Lesley’s hand found mine under the table and rubbed it gently.

"Breathe, kianna. I think we should leave." she whispered, then stood up from her seat.

I got up too, and right on time the sirène bell rang for class to start. We both parted ways in front of my class and I headed inside.

History class was a haze of slides and caffeine. I couldn’t concentrate at all, my mind kept drifting back to the scene when Lysander entered the cafeteria with his friend.

Soon the class was finally over. As I hurriedly began packing my books into my bag, whispers rippled through the room.

"Maddox is back."

" He came to school with Trent."

"His Hand’s are still bandaged."

" He looks so cute and different."

That made me pause for a second. Did I hear Maddox is back? So soon? Isn’t he supposed to be at the hospital?

Just then they appeared at the door—Maddox and Trent, standing side by side.

Maddox’s right hand was wrapped in fresh gauze, his usual swagger gone. Trent looked smaller with his eyes downcast.

And the room went into a sudden quiet. Everyone was watching and waiting for what was going to happen next.

Trent spoke first, voice cracking. "Kianna... I’m sorry for everything. The lies, the photos, the..." He swallowed. "All of it."

Huh? All of a sudden? I narrowed my eyes as I stared at him in awe. "What the heck is going on?"

Trent lowered his eyes, as if not looking at me will change the fact that I’m not convinced.

Then Maddox also stepped forward. His eyes were red-rimmed, shoulders hunched.

"I was stupid," he said, in a raw tone. " And so jealous and obsessed, it blinded me of how much I was hurting you and people around you."

Then he took a step forward again. With an unreadable expression plastered on his face.

I..." His voice broke as he tried to continue his speech. "I’m...so done. I swear, Kianna. I’ll stay away from you from now onwards and try to be a better person."

I was so speechless I just stared at him suspiciously, hoping he’ll break character. But instead, he removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a tear from his eyes.

"I’ll be the type of person you’ve always wanted me to be, I was once so foolish to see how much you loved me. And I’m not going to do this anymore."

Then he pulled out his phone, opened the anonymous profile and held it up for everyone to see.

The Room was filled with gasps of murmuring, people began looking at each other faces, like they’re witnessing something that felt too good to be true.

Then with trembling fingers, he deleted the anonymous account. The page went white ril on his screen right Infront of everyone.

The room was stunned silently. Maddox Bianchi was crying whilst apologizing to me.

Something which was close to impossible. Is this one of his games or he’s really sincere this time. Because frankly speaking, this is my first time seeing him like this.

What is his initial motive?I couldn’t move or speak even when I tried to.

Then his eyes met mine finally, voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry, Kianna. For real this time."

Then he turned and walked away, Trent trailing behind. He didn’t even wait for me to say anything. Everything had happened so fast I nearly thought I was hallucinating.

The bell rang again and the crowd dispersed, but I stood there like a statue with my notebook clutched to my chest. The world was tilting on a new axis.

Forgiveness wasn’t a switch. But maybe, just maybe—this was the first page of something different.

Maddox Bianchi are you really a changed person or just putting on a show? Because something inside me wants to believe this so bad. But the more I thought of it, the more impossible it seems.