Claimed By The Alpha, Marked By The Biker-Chapter 10: His Visit

It was Mordred Sinclair.

He stood right in front of me, tall and calm, his expression unreadable beneath the dim corridor light. My heart skipped, thudding hard against my ribs as our eyes met. Why is he here? And what the hell does he want from me?

"M-Mordred," I stammered, trying hard to sound welcoming."What are you doing here?"

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into that lazy half-smile that made every nerve in my body tremble.

"Relax," he said quietly. "I came to thank you."

"Thank me?" I echoed, almost sounding confused.

"For last night," he continued. "You took care of me when I was drunk. I don’t remember much, but... I remember you."

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small paper bag. I hesitated before taking it. Inside was a sleek bracelet—black leather with a silver charm shaped like a crescent moon.

"It suits you," he said, eyes flicking to my wrist where Lysander’s bracelet already sat. "Guess you’re collecting bracelets lately." he joked.

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. He chuckled under his breath, as if sensing my tension.

"Don’t worry," he went on, "the scandals are being handled. That girl, Kim Robert—she won’t be spreading anything again."

My brows lifted slightly, then almost like a whisper I asked."What did you do?"

"Let’s just say," he answered, smirking faintly, "I paid her a little visit and made her delete every single picture she posted."

My stomach tightened.Paid her a visit?

The tone in his voice was too calm for comfort. It wasn’t a normal visit at all.

He looked at me again, eyes glinting in that strange, dangerous way.

"But there’s something else. One of the photos,the one outside my house—it wasn’t from her but someone else. And when I find that person..." His voice dropped, low and cold. "They’ll pay for it."

A chill crept down my spine but I forced a small, polite smile, even though my palms were sweating.

"That’s... good to know," I managed to say, my voice barely steady.He studied me for a moment with a sharp gaze."You’re nervous," he muttered, stepping closer. "Why?"

"I’m not," I lied instantly, looking away. "Just... tired."

He nodded slowly, though I wasn’t sure he believed me. My mind flashed back to the message I’d seen on his phone that night about the "Dead bodies disposed."Was it real? A joke? Or something darker?

It kept hunting me even though I tried to comfort myself. "Mordred..." I began, wanting to ask, but the words caught in my throat.Before I could say more, a loud, mocking voice echoed down the hall.

"Well, well... look who we have here."

I froze and turned quickly, followed by Mordred’s gaze.It was Maddox, flanked by two of his boys, swaggering down the corridor with that devilish grin plastered on his face.

"I’ve been looking for you all day, Kianna," Maddox sneered. "Your phone’s off, your name’s all over the forum, and you’re standing here smiling with him?"

"Maddox, not now," I uttered, trying to stay calm. But he sure as hell was not having it.

"Oh, now you’ve got an attitude?" he barked, stepping closer. "You think you can embarrass me at prom and play around with two guys like some..."

"Watch your mouth," Mordred’s voice sliced through the air like a blade with a frowned face.

Maddox turned to him, scoffing. "And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" he asked.

"The guy who’s about to break your face if you touch her," Mordred replied coolly, his gaze darkening.

Maddox laughed, but his smirk faltered when Mordred stepped forward, his aura radiating something raw and dangerous. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Stay out of this, Sinclair. This is between me and someone who belongs to me."

Before I could even blink, Maddox reached out—his hand raised as if to strike me, but it never landed.

Mordred caught his wrist midair, twisting it hard enough to make Maddox flinch. The entire corridor froze with tension.

"You’re lucky I didn’t break it," Mordred said, his voice low and venomous. " Don’t you ever try to raise your filthy hand on her. Never dare to."

Maddox’s boys stepped in, but Mordred moved faster than anyone could think. He shoved one into the wall, kicked the other back, and in seconds the corridor was chaos—grunts, thuds, and Maddox cursing under his breath as Mordred slammed him against the lockers.

When it was over, Maddox and his boys limped down the hallway, their pride bruised more than their bodies.

Mordred stood there breathing hard, his jaw tight, eyes burning with fury. Then he turned to me and asked. "You okay?"

I nodded shakily, forcing a smirk nervously. "Y-yeah... thank you." I replied.

His hand reached out instinctively to touch my cheek, but he stopped halfway, hesitating. "Don’t thank me," he murmured. "Just... stay away from people like him."

I swallowed, meeting his gaze. "People like you, too?"

For a split second, something flickered in his eyes—pain, regret, or maybe something he didn’t want me to see.

Then he smiled faintly, stepped back, and turned away.

"Get some rest, Kianna." he muttered.

And just like that, he was gone—leaving me standing in the silent hallway, my heart racing, my mind tangled between fear and something dangerously close to admiration.

Did I get the wrong idea about him? Or he’s just acting like that because I was good to him. Whatever the answer might be, I don’t want to get involved.

I stood in front of my door for almost 30 minutes, reflecting on whatever just happened in front of me.

For the first time in my life someone had stepped in and protected me from Maddox bullying. But even though he stepped in to protect me...a part of me wants to avoid him and the other wants to know more about him.

Just as I tried to get in my room, I received another text message from that very number who texted me on my way out of Mordred’s house. It says.

"It was quite a scene right? One your fated mate and the other a mysterious bad boy. How does it feel to be this adored? Can’t wait for the entire school to find out."

Who’s this? It’s getting creepy. I tried to look around but there was no one. Whoever this person is, he or she is tailing me for their own fun.

And the scary part is this person seems to know more about me. Is it someone I know?