Share

chapter 8

Penulis: Grace Daniel
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-08 23:27:54

Claus’s POV

The office was dimly lit, smelling of the expensive oak and the metallic tang of the ritual I had performed only hours prior.

The door didn't just open; it was thrown back on its hinges. Paul stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a frantic energy.

"Claus," he gasped, his voice cracking. "It’s done. But it’s... it’s worse than we thought."

I didn’t move from my chair. I let the silence stretch, savoring the control I had over the room. "The ritual worked? Is Freya’s wo
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab Terkunci

Bab terbaru

  • Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle   chapter 9

    Zelda's POV Through the tinted glass, I looked out at the remote village. It was a stark contrast to the sprawling, high-tech corporate concrete of the Blackwood territory or the gilded luxury of the Brooks ancestral lands. Here, the air smelled of turned earth, wild fertilizer, and the sharp, clean scent of cedar pine. Fields of green stretched out toward the horizon, bordered by ancient stone walls.But the atmosphere wasn't welcoming. As we drove down the narrow dirt road, the locals, simple pack-dwellers, their wolves closer to the surface than the city-bred elites, stopped what they were doing. Men leaning against tractors, women hanging laundry on lines, children kicking a worn leather ball—they all turned to stare. Their eyes were wide, suspicious, and heavy with a primitive caution.Bane didn't even blink. His strong hands remained steady on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, his profile cutting a sharp, unbothered silhouette against the late afternoon sun. He parked the

  • Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle   chapter 8

    Claus’s POV The office was dimly lit, smelling of the expensive oak and the metallic tang of the ritual I had performed only hours prior. The door didn't just open; it was thrown back on its hinges. Paul stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a frantic energy."Claus," he gasped, his voice cracking. "It’s done. But it’s... it’s worse than we thought."I didn’t move from my chair. I let the silence stretch, savoring the control I had over the room. "The ritual worked? Is Freya’s womb responding?""The ritual is the least of it," Paul said, stepping forward, his hands trembling as he gripped the edge of my desk. "Your father. The Head Alpha. He’s dead."I felt a momentary flick of something—not grief, but a cold, clinical curiosity. I had given his blood to the witch, but I hadn't expected the tether to snap so violently. "Explain.""A rogue invasion," Paul said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Total chaos at the ancestral estate. Masked men, tactical precision. The per

  • Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle   chapter 7

    Bane’s POV I stood in the center of the cell, the silver-lined shackles biting into my wrists, suppressing my wolf until my veins felt like they were filled with crushed glass.The sound of the assault above had shifted. The rhythmic gunfire was replaced by the wet, frantic sounds of close-quarters slaughter. Then, the heavy reinforced door at the end of the corridor buckled.A concussive blast blew the hinges inward. Through the smoke, the masked invaders poured in. They moved with a predatory silence that chilled even my blood. They weren't looking for me. They moved past my cell with a chilling indifference, their blades finding the throats of the Brooks guards who had just finished locking me away."Silas! Release the dampeners!" I roared over the din.The Beta was pinned against the far wall by a masked giant. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a sudden, horrific realization. He reached for the remote on his belt, but a blade found his shoulder first. He dropped the device. I

  • Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle   chapter 6

    Bane’s POV The air in the Brooks territory was stagnant, smelling of iron and antiseptic even before I crossed the threshold of the manor. It was a dying house, clinging to the fading echoes of a power it no longer possessed. My brother’s pack—my father’s legacy—had become a hollowed-out shell, a contrast to the razor-sharp efficiency of my own corporate holdings.As I stepped onto the marble floors, the Beta, a man named Silas who had served my father before us, was already waiting. His face was a mask of strained neutrality. He didn’t offer a hand; he simply turned, his boots clicking rhythmically as he led me toward the Alpha’s private quarters."He’s been asking for you," Silas said, his voice low. "The fever has taken most of his mind, but he remains obsessed with the succession."I didn’t respond. I didn't have to. We both knew why I was here. This was a trial, a formal reckoning for the "theft" of a mate. But before we could reach the heavy oak doors of the master suite, the

  • Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle   chapter 5

    Claus's POV The boardroom of Brooks Enterprises didn’t smell like the future; it smelled like dust, old parchment, and the stagnant breath of dying men.I sat at the head of the mahogany table, watching the Pack Elders bicker. They were relics, their graying furs and trembling hands a testament to a world that was supposed to be mine. Across from me, an empty chair mocked me—the seat that belonged to my father, Raymond, who was too busy coughing up his lungs in a darkened room to defend his son’s birthright."The shift is undeniable," Elder Hakan wheezed, tapping a gnarled finger on a high-resolution photo of Zelda’s neck. "The mark left by Bane Blackwood isn't a mere bite. It’s glowing, silver-rimmed. The Moon Goddess herself has reached down and rewritten the bond."I forced a smile, the kind of polished, charismatic expression I’d practiced in mirrors since I was twelve. Inside, I wanted to tear Hakan’s throat out."The Moon Goddess is fickle, Hakan," I said, my voice smooth as age

  • Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle   chapter 4

    Zelda's POV The air in the Blackwood estate didn’t smell like the heavy, suffocating cologne and expensive cigars of Claus’s penthouse. Here, it smelled of cedar, old books, and the sharp, ozone crispness of a coming storm.I stood in the center of the foyer, my fingers white-knuckled around the strap of my single duffel bag. I had left everything else behind—the jewelry Claus bought me, the dresses that were too tight, the life that was a lie.Bane stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette cutting a jagged, lethal line against the twilight. He didn’t look at me as a lover would. He didn’t even look at me as a person. He looked at me like a strategist looks at a winning piece on a chessboard."The East Wing is yours," he said, his voice a low, melodic vibration. "It has its own entrance, a private library, and a medical suite. My staff has been briefed. You are not to be disturbed unless you request company.""And the credit card?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my be

Bab Lainnya
Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status