Claimed By The Alpha, Marked By The Biker-Chapter 33: The Watcher

Kianna’s POV

I woke to the buzz of my phone on the nightstand, Lesley still snoring softly across the room. My eyes were a bit swollen from all the crying I did last night.

Then the screen of my phone lit up like a flare: "FORUM ALERT!! Anonymous had made a new post.My stomach dropped before I even opened it.

The post was made at exactly 6:47 am this morning.

Subject: BETRAYAL IN THE RAIN.

Kianna Martin betrayed Lysander Wilson.

Attached to it was a 4K CCTV clip, timestamped 5:12 p.m. yesterday.

The thumbnail froze my blood: me in the courtyard, rain-soaked, shoving the portrait at Lysander’s chest as his face crumpled. My mouth was open mid-scream and the angle was perfect—wide and high, from the sculpture-studio roof cam.

The clip had already racked up thousands of views and hundreds of comments. Most of them were definitely judging me.

Some says;

"She used him then dumped him in the rain.Classic."

"Lysander’s a scholarship kid, how does he afford the heartbreak?"

"Mordred’s puppet strikes again."

"#JusticeForLys"

I clicked play and my chest tightened. The audio was crystal:

Me: "You lied to my face!"

Lysander: "I was protecting you!"

Me: "Don’t come near me again. Ever."

The comments scrolled like a guillotine right after. Anonymous had captioned it:

"Kianna Martin is selfish, cruel and ungrateful. Lysander took a bullet for her and she repays him with public humiliation. Mordred Sinclair, you’re the real puppet-master. #ExposeThem"

My hands shook so hard the phone slipped and fell on the tiles. The sound made Lesley stirred awake. "Kianna?"

I couldn’t speak. Just picked up the phone and turned the screen to her.

She watched in silence, then whispered, "Who the hell has roof-cam access?"

Exactly. Maddox was in the hospital with his wrist and ribs broken, being watched 24/7 under guards.

Trent’s family also sells knockoff sunglasses in the slums and definitely had no money for tech or reach. Kylie was on the run—if she was even alive after Mordred’s crew swept the warehouse.

So who? The only person who knew we were alone in that courtyard was... Lysander. Or was someone watching him?

I dressed in a fog—hoodie up, earbuds in but no music. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at the girl whose entire life had been nothing but survival. Before finally leaving.

The campus was a minefield. Whispers and murmurs detonated as I passed.

"That’s her, the rain girl."

"Lysander’s crying in the studio, right now."

"Mordred probably paid her to break him like that."

I kept my head down, but the stares were knives.At my locker, a folded note fluttered out when I spun the dial. It says,

" Meet me at the Old basketball court. Behind the gym at 3:30pm.Come alone."

No signature, just that single initial. The letter ’A’ at the end.

The day crawled. In lecture halls, phones glowed under desks, people rewatching the clip.

Ciara’s squad filmed me from across the room, smirking. I skipped lunch and sat in the library stacks, replaying the footage frame by frame.

The more I watched it the more I felt like going insane. Who exactly did this, and what was his or her motive.

The roof cam was restricted, only admins could have access too. And one Art student I met in the hallway told me only three people had roof-cam keys.

The campus security, the AV club President, who is Lysander’s best friend Kyle, and Lysander himself—he’d bragged once about "borrowing" it for a senior project.

Moreover he’s also part of the presidential team for Art class.My throat closed.

If Lysander staged this, if he filmed our fight, leaked it and painted himself the victim—then every "safe" thing he’d ever said was a lie.

But why? To isolate me? To make me regret choosing Mordred? Or to punish me for rejecting him?

The answers to that were still a mystery. But I hope he doesn’t have anything to do with the anonymous, even though Maddox had revealed himself to be the one.

What happened this morning is convincing me, either there’s two anonymous or someone else had jumped in the game.

At exactly three twenty-five pm. I headed straight to the basketball court as the anonymous person asked.

I stood at the chain-link fence behind the gym. The old court was cracked asphalt, weeds pushing through with rusted and netless hoops.Rainwater pooled in the center like a dark mirror.

A figure waited in the shadows of the bleachers, hood up and face obscured.

I stopped ten feet away. "Who are you?"

Then he lowered his hood. It was Lysander. His eyes were red-rimmed, cheeks hollow. In his hand: the soggy, ruined portrait—charcoal eyes now just gray streaks.

"Did you receive the text too?" He whispered.

"You mean the text you sent me? Yes I did and it brought me right to you Lysander." I replied. Taking a step back.

" I didn’t send you any text, I received it in my locker and it told me to come and wait here," he said, voice hoarse. " I didn’t expect you to be here."

That earned a soft laugh from me. The gaslighting was comic worthy. He called me here by playing anonymous and now he’s denying that one too?

" Enough of the lies Lysander!" I yelled with clenched fits. "You leaked the video too, didn’t you?"

His face crumpled. "What? No—Kianna, I didn’t." He stepped forward, desperate. "I swear. I’d never do that to you."

"Then how did they get the footage?" I demanded. "That’s the roof cam. You’re the only one with access, exception of the guards and your friend Kyle."

"I—I don’t know!" His voice cracked. "Someone must’ve hacked it. Or... or Mordred set it up. He’s trying to turn you against me."

"Mordred doesn’t have roof-cam keys," I snapped. "You do."

"I didn’t leak it!" he shouted, rain starting to fall again. "I loved you, Kianna. Why would I humiliate you?"

"Because I rejected you," I replied, voice trembling. "Because I told you to stay away.This is your revenge."

"It’s not," he pleaded, stepping closer. "Please, believe me. I’m just as confused as you’re right now."

I backed away. "I don’t know what to believe anymore. But I know one thing: stay away from me. From Lesley and from all of us."

I turned to leave, wiping the tears that stung in my eye, threatening to fall.

"Kianna..." he called, voice breaking. "The roof cam wasn’t the only camera!"

I froze, turned to look at him. But he didn’t say anything again. He just stood there, letting the rain soak his outfit as he lowered his head to stare at the ruined portrait in his hands with something I couldn’t name. Fear? Or Guilt.

But whatever it might be, I know this was far from over. But what does he mean by the roof cam wasn’t the only camera?