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“Keegan,” Arch says, his voice low but carrying, those gray eyes locked on me. “You came into this club a wildfire, burning hot and out of control. Most would’ve written you off, but I saw something else. Guts. Heart. A man worth betting on.” He pauses, stepping closer, the crowd parting for him. “You proved yourself out there, not just to the club but to me. You’re not just a prospect, not just my boy. You’re my partner, Keegan, in every damn way that matters. And I’m proud to stand with you tonight and every night.”
The room explodes again, cheers and whistles, but I barely hear it.
My throat’s tight, my chest full, because Arch just claimed me in front of everyone, not as a dumb asshole kid to be tamed but as hisequal.
I’m not just the troublemaker anymore.
I’m Arch’s, and he is mine, and the weight of that hits me harder than any punch I’ve ever taken.
I step forward, meeting him halfway, and the crowd quiets, sensing the moment.
“Arch,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel, “I was lost when I got here. Didn’t know what I was looking for, but you gave it to me. A home. A purpose. You.” I swallow, the words raw but true. “I’m all in, Daddy. For you, for the Wolves, for us.”
My Daddy’s eyes soften, that rare warmth breaking through, and he pulls me into a hug, his arms strong and sure.
The club roars, bottles clinking, and I feel it—the belonging I’ve been chasing since the Army spit me out.
This is my place, my family, and Arch is my love.
Clay slaps my back, laughing.
“Alright, lovebirds, save it for later,” Clay bellows. “We’ve got a party to throw!”
The music kicks back up, and the night rolls on, but Arch’s hand stays on mine, grounding me through the chaos.
We drink, laugh, swap stories with the crew, and I catch Dylan and Caleb grinning at us, their own Daddies pulling them close.
It’s easy, this life, now that I’m not fighting it.
But I need a moment with Arch, just us, to seal this thing we’ve built…
“Hey,” I murmur, leaning into him, my lips brushing his ear. “Wanna get out of here for a bit?”
Arch’s smirk is all silver Daddy charm, and he nods, leading me out the back door to the gravel lot. The night’s cool, the stars sharp above us, and the distant hum of Willow Creek feels like it’s ours. We lean against his Harley, the metal cold under my hands, and for a moment, we just stand there, the silence full of everything we don’t need to say.
“Arch,” I start, my voice low, “I mean it. I’m not running anymore. This—us, the club—it’s what I want. I’m yours, not just as your boy but as your partner.Forever.”
He turns to me, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb tracing the scar on my cheek. “Keegan, you’ve got no idea how much you’ve changed me,” he says, his voice rough with feeling. “I’ve spent my life keeping things together, outsmarting every threat, but you? You’re the one thing I didn’t see coming, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love you, boy. My partner, my home.”
Arch kisses me, slow and deep, and it’s like the world rights itself.
His lips are warm, tasting of whiskey and promise, and I press closer, my hands gripping onto his jacket, anchoring myself to him.
This isus, choosing each other, building something that’ll last.
We pull back, foreheads pressed together, and I smile, feeling lighter than I have in years.
“So, Daddy, you gonna keep me in line forever?” I tease, my grin sharp.
Arch chuckles, his hand sliding to my waist.
“Count on it, boy,” Arch replies. “But you’re not just mine to keep in line. You’re mine to ride with, to fight with, to love. And I’m yours.”
We stand there, wrapped in each other, until the clubhouse door swings open, Clay’s voice cutting through.
“You two done making out?” Clay snorts. “Get your asses in gear, we’re heading out for a ride!”
I laugh, and Arch pulls me toward the bikes, where the whole crew’s gathering—Clay, Jace, Dylan, Caleb, Tank, Razor, the prospects, and their boys, all leather and chrome under the setting sun.
