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119. The Alpha's Blood
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2026-08-24 15:00:39The high doors of the King’s private bedchambers were slammed shut against the frantic noise reverberating throughout the Amber Court. Outside, heavy boots thundered down the corridors as Garrett’s vanguard enforced an immediate, uncompromising lockdown. Inside, the chamber was a tempest of raw panic and suffocating dread.
Rosalie lay motionless on the massive, velvet-draped poster bed, her face drained of all color, her sk
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 119. The Alpha's Blood
The high doors of the King’s private bedchambers were slammed shut against the frantic noise reverberating throughout the Amber Court. Outside, heavy boots thundered down the corridors as Garrett’s vanguard enforced an immediate, uncompromising lockdown. Inside, the chamber was a tempest of raw panic and suffocating dread.Rosalie lay motionless on the massive, velvet-draped poster bed, her face drained of all color, her skin cold as mountain river stone. Her dark velvet gown had been cut away at her throat by the head healer, revealing blue, swollen veins tracing a terrifying web down her neck toward her chest. Her breaths were faint, ragged gasps that rattled softly in her throat, each one weaker than the last.Three senior court healers hovered over her side, their hands trembling so violently that silver vials of moon-lily oil and powdered dragon-root clattered uselessly agains
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 116. The Unravel
The thick, gray fog of the Whispering Crags seemed to roll down the mountain alongside them, clinging to the heavy cloaks of Killian and Alam as they escorted Morana through the gates of the Amber Court. The witch moved with silent, ghostly speed, her dark woolen robes rustling like dry raven wings against the damp cobblestones. Beneath her deep hood, her milky-white eyes were fixed on the looming stone spires above, a faint, mocking smile playing upon her withered lips.As they reached the heavy double doors of the inner keep, the guards on duty immediately drew their steel, their boots scraping back against the marble in absolute terror. They knew the legends of the Witch of the Crags, a creature of dark magic and ancient blood-craft whose very name was whispered to frighten young pups into obedience.Garrett was already waiting in the archway, his hand resting tightly on the pommel o
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The morning mist hung over the Northern valley like a heavy, suffocating shroud, dampening the sound of hooves striking cold river stone. High above, the jagged black peaks of the Whispering Crags clawed at a pale, sunless sky, marking the treacherous boundary where the wolf territories bled into the ancient, untamed Southern wildlands.Killian pulled the hood of his dark leather cloak lower over his brow, his golden-brown eyes sharply scanning the dense thicket of pines framing the narrow mountain pass. Beside him, Alam rode with silent, fluid posture, his hand resting comfortably on the hilt of his curved blade. Both horses snorted softly, their white breath plumes mingling with the frigid mountain air."We are off the official court maps now," Killian said quietly, his raspy voice barely carrying over the distant howl of the mountain wind. "The King’s authority ends at the riverbed. P
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 114. The Seer's Path
The silence inside the King’s private war study was heavy and absolute.The morning sun had fully cleared the horizon, casting long beams of pale yellow light through the balcony windows, illuminating the quiet dust motes dancing in the air. Samantha’s body had been quietly removed by Garrett’s most trusted lieutenants, leaving only the dark mahogany desk, the cold hearth, and the suffocating weight of an unsolved conspiracy.Dominic stood by the glass, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. His bandaged chest throbbed with a dull ache, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the clawing, violent frustration burning inside him.Garrett paced near the cold hearth, his face etched with deep lines of exhaustion. Killian leaned against the heavy oak doorframe, his sharp, golden-brown eyes fixed on the floorboards, while Alam s
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 6. Scented Bathe
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