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110. Shadows in the Blood

مؤلف: KATHLEEN HAYAT
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-15 21:40:37

The heavy mahogany doors of the King’s private war study stood half-open, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished floorboards where Samantha’s lifeless body lay beneath a dark wool blanket. The air remained stifling, thick with the iron scent of fresh blood and the suffocating realization that a silent killer was walking the halls of the Amber Court.

Heavy, frantic footsteps echoed down the vaulted corridor. The two elite guards who had sprinted down the lower servant passage burst
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  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   110. Shadows in the Blood

    The heavy mahogany doors of the King’s private war study stood half-open, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished floorboards where Samantha’s lifeless body lay beneath a dark wool blanket. The air remained stifling, thick with the iron scent of fresh blood and the suffocating realization that a silent killer was walking the halls of the Amber Court.Heavy, frantic footsteps echoed down the vaulted corridor. The two elite guards who had sprinted down the lower servant passage burst into the room, their leather armor creaking as they gasped for air. Their broadswords were unsheathed, their faces flushed and glistening with cold sweat.They dropped to one knee before the King, bowing their heads in deep shame."Report!" Garrett barked, stepping forward, his gloved hand gripping his hilt so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Did you catch the bastard?""Forgive us, Your Grace," the lead guard rasped, his voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and fear. "We pursued the trai

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   109. The Warm Corpse

    The heavy oak doors of the King’s private war study swung shut as Commander Garrett turned on his heel, his iron-clad boots striking the cold stone floor in a swift, measured rhythm. Following Dominic’s strict orders, he picked four of his most elite, silent guards from the royal corridor to secure Samantha without drawing the eyes of the resting court.The servants' wing rested in the lower, shadowy tiers of the west castle. Down here, the air was drafty and thick with the scent of damp stone and burning lard candles. Garrett moved with quiet authority, leading his men past rows of closed wooden doors until he stopped before the small, unadorned quarters assigned to the dark-haired fire-maid.Garrett raised a gloved hand and knocked gently on the heavy oak frame.Knock. Knock.Silence answered. Only the low, distant whistle of the northern wind echoing down the servant passages broke the quiet.Garrett frowned slightly, stepping closer to the wood. He knocked again, firmer this time,

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   108. Shadows Over the Amber Court

    The heavy iron gates of the Amber Court swung open with a slow, ominous groan, cutting through the silence of the midnight hour. The royal carriage rattled over the wet cobblestones, surrounded on all sides by an impenetrable wall of armored guards holding flared torches. There were no trumpets, no royal fanfare, and no noble court gathering to welcome the King’s return. By Dominic’s direct command, the palace was under total lockdown.The carriage came to a halt beneath the massive stone archway of the private courtyard. The moment the door clicked open, Commander Garrett stepped forward, his sword drawn and glinting in the torchlight.Dominic stepped out first, his tall, broad frame casting a long shadow across the courtyard. Though pale from the fading shadow-poison in his chest, his amber eyes burned with a cold, terrifying, lethal intensity. He turned and gently reached into the carriage, lifting Rosalie out with effortless care and anchoring her securely against his side.Alam s

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   107. Steel and Silk

    The battle on the upper deck had barely settled into silence before Rosalie urged Dominic back into the captain’s quarters. Waiting to reach the shore while dark, venomous magic seeped into his open wounds was out of the question; he was bleeding heavily, and the shadow-poison needed to be drawn out immediately.Inside the warmth of the cabin, the heavy scent of copper and fresh blood filled the air.Dominic sat on the edge of the carved mahogany bed, stripped to the waist. His broad, muscular chest was mapped with jagged, severe gashes where the dark construct’s claws had ripped through his skin. Blackened, burnt edges framed the wounds, the lingering venom of the shadow magic attempting to rot the flesh and slow his Alpha healing.Josy worked quickly and silently, setting down bowls of steaming water, clean linen rolls, and a pungent herbal salve desi

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   106. The Shadow on the Tempest

    The fog rolling off the Northern coastline was thick as liquid iron, swallowing the horizon and wrapping the flagship in a freezing, suffocating shroud. High above, the dark sails groaned under the pressure of a sudden, unnatural wind.Rosalie remained near the bow, her hands resting over her round belly. The heavy fur cloak kept the bite of the air from her skin, but inside, the icy cyclone of doubts continued to tear at her mind.Standing fifty paces behind her in the shadows of the quarterdeck, Dominic watched her every breath. His amber eyes burned with a dark, vigilant intensity that had not waned for a single second since the night before. His chest ached with every silent tear she had shed, but he kept his distance, forcing his possessive instincts into absolute submission to give her space.Suddenly, the golden thread of their mate bond snapped taut, no

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   105. The Echoes of Doubt

    The heavy silence inside the captain’s cabin returned, settled like lead over the dark mahogany furnishings. The storm of raised voices had passed, but the air remained charged with an agonizing, silent grief.Rosalie sat on the edge of the large carved bed, her hands cradling the prominent curve of her round stomach. She didn't offer another word of accusation, nor did she push Dominic away when he slowly rose from his knees. Her jade eyes were glossy, fixed unseeingly on the polished floorboards as heavy, silent tears spilled over her lashes. The fragile mirror of her reality had been struck by a hammer; the terrible clarity of her nightmare was gone, replaced by a terrifying, chaotic void.Dominic moved with a quiet, careful reverence, stripped entirely of his dominant Alpha pride. He climbed onto the mattress beside her, wrapping his massive, scarred arms around her trembling frame. He pulled her flush against his bare chest, gathering her close into the circle of his heat. He did

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   6. Scented Bathe

    Dominic dismounted the beast in one fluid, predatory movement. His massive hand wrapped around her arm, tugging her down with him. The moment her bare, bruised soles made contact with the freezing cobblestones of the courtyard, Rosalie's knees turned into compl

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   5. The Beast's Claim

    The thick, copper taste of Dominic Varkov’s blood coated Rosalie’s tongue, a metallic brand that felt like a permanent iron shackle around her soul. The ancient incantations chanted by the trembling High Priest still echoed in the freezing night air, vibrating

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   4. Forced Marriage

    The silence of the clearing was deafening. Thousands of eyes were pinned on Rosalie Ashford, but she only had eyes for Prince Cassian. There was so much pain in her teary eyes as she pleaded with her eyes, but he didn't offer her a single glance.The silver threads of the mate bond were still puls

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   3. Her Precious Hope

    Rosalie stood in the center of her cramped attic. Her eyes were fixed on the broken mirror in front of her. She has freshly showered, and her skin glows.Stepping out of her ragged clothing, she stared at the beautiful dress she had stitched out of torn dresses of Carolina.Rosalie put on the dress

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