Claimed By The Alpha, Marked By The Biker-Chapter 16: The Forbidden meeting

The afternoon dragged like a slow heartbeat. I tried to distract myself with the untouched breakfast whilst scrolling through old messages. But my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.

I was still staring at my phone when the screen lit up again. This time around it was a notification from a new post in the school forum by the anonymous.

My stomach clenched, what now? My new secret dropping? Or the world is ending tomorrow? I double tapped on it to open it. It says.

"Don’t miss tonight’s surprise. 6PM sharp. Something spicy for those craving the truth will drop."

A chill ran down my spine. Something spicy? Wait, is this person going to release my hideout? No way, I mean that ain’t a secret.

In order to gather some clues, I rushed to the comments. It was already exploding with students, strangers and even reporters. Everyone was speculating what would be revealed next.

But none of those suggestions made sense to me. "What truth? Why is this anonymous doing this? What does he or she want from me?

"Arghhh, I’m going crazy right now."

I threw my phone aside,my heart began pounding. Whoever this person was, they wanted to make sure I couldn’t breathe for even a second.

But before I could process anything further, another notification popped up.

This time, it was a text. From Lysander, it says....

"Hey Kianna, I need to talk to you tonight. It’s urgent. Meet me at 6PM, please.

I’ll text the address. It’s safe, I promise.

And... maybe have dinner with me? I’ll explain everything there.

I blinked at the screen, frowning. Dinner? At 6PM? The exact same time Anonymous said something big was coming?

Coincidence? Maybe. But Lysander never sounded this desperate before. What does he have to say?Is it about the anonymous?

I stared at his name for a long moment, my thoughts colliding — Mordred’s warning replaying in my head like an echo.

"Don’t open the door for anyone except me" and "Stay where I can see you."

I bit my lip, pacing the room. Part of me wanted to call Mordred and tell him. But what if Lysander really did know something? What if this was my only chance to figure out who Anonymous was before things got worse?

Besides, Mordred couldn’t control my every move. I wasn’t some fragile glass doll for him to lock away.

Decision made, I texted back.

"Okay. 6PM. I’ll be there."

Lysander replied instantly. "Perfect. I’ll wait for you."

Then I set my phone down, heart pounding faster than it should. Guilt flickered through me — but excitement too, the dangerous kind that whispered I was doing something reckless.

By 5:30, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My hands trembled slightly as I brushed my hair and grabbed a jacket.

"You’re just meeting a friend," I muttered to myself. "Just dinner. That’s all."

Still, as I stepped out into the evening air, something in my chest felt heavy — like I was walking straight into a storm I didn’t see coming.

At exactly 6:02 pm, I reached the restaurant.

It was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, dimly lit and intimate but far too nice for something "urgent."

Lysander was already there, waiting at a corner table. His usual cheerful smile was gone. He looked tense, hands wrapped around a coffee cup that had long gone cold.

When he saw me, he stood quickly. "Kianna, you came." he muttered.

I nodded, trying to sound casual. "You said it was urgent. What’s going on?"

He motioned for me to sit, glancing around nervously before leaning closer.

"I think I found out who Anonymous might be."

My breath hitched. "What?"

"Shh," he warned softly, eyes darting toward the window. "I can’t be sure yet, but... something isn’t right at school. People are getting paid to leak stuff, Kianna. Someone powerful is behind all this."

He swallowed hard, before continuing. "And the post tonight—it’s not just about you. But Mordred too."

My pulse quickened. "What do you mean?" I asked.

He hesitated, lowering his voice until it was barely a whisper.

"Anonymous isn’t just after your reputation. They’re trying to expose Mordred’s secrets. Real ones. And if that video goes live at six..."

Before he could finish, his phone vibrated violently on the table.

He glanced at it and froze. On his screen flashed a notification from the forum:

Anonymous: "The countdown ends now."

The restaurant lights flickered once, twice and the sound of phones buzzing filled the room as every screen lit up at once.

The new post was live.

And this time, the headline read:

"Mordred Sinclair — The Truth Behind His Past."

What the actual hell is going on? I didn’t bother to read more. I turned to Lysander and asked. " How did you find out, tonight’s post will be about Mordred and not just me? Huh?"

"Haa..." he breathed, then reached for my wrist on the table. "...calm down first Kianna and listen to me carefully, I want you to stay away from Mordred. Please Kianna...it’s dangerous."

"I asked you a question Lysander, how did you know?" I asked, freeing myself from him.

"I heard a friend talking about it. And I personally think Anonymous is Maddox." He replied, with a frowned face.

I stood up from my chair immediately, and glared at him well. "What the hell?"

Before he could reply, a voice cut through. " Didn’t I tell you not to come out of the house Kianna?"

We both turned immediately, it was Mordred. He was standing at the entrance of the bar holding his helmet.

Lysander and I exchanged glances in awe. I didn’t want to make a scene, and so I decided to go and speak to him in private.

"Excuse me Lysander, we’ll talk later." I told him. He gave me a shy smile and nodded his head in acceptance.

I went to grab Mordred by wrist and dragged him toward the parking lot behind the restaurant. My hand was still gripping his wrist tight when I turned to face him.

"How the hell did you know I’d be here?" I demanded, my voice trembling somewhere between anger and relief.