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14. A Threat
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2026-06-10 15:00:29The heavy iron doors of the war room slammed shut behind Dominic, leaving Rosalie entirely alone in the suffocating silence. She stood frozen on the cold stone floor, her knees trembling so violently that she had to press her palms flat against the dark oak table just to remain upright. Beneath the thick, heavy wool of her emerald dress, her body was a chaotic battleground of agonizing sensations. Her white silk camisole was still damp from his mouth, stick
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The faint, rosy hues of dawn began to seep through the tall arched windows of the royal corridor, bleeding soft pink and gold light onto the cold stone floor. The flickering wall torches were sputtering out, signaling the end of the long, silent night.Standing in her rigid, unwavering posture outside the King’s bedchamber, Estrella let out a long, silent breath. Her black-clad body ached. Her legs felt heavy as lead, and her eyes burned with dry exhaustion. Between driving herself to near-collapse during the morning’s duel, the endless hours of standing in heavy armor at the coronation ceremony, and now an entire night of enforced door duty, she was running on pure, stubborn willpower.All she wanted, all her soul craved in this moment, was a warm bath, a dark room, and some time of solid uninterrupted sleep.She uncrossed her arms, rolling her sho
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The stone corridor leading to the royal wing was bathed in the quiet, amber flicker of wall torches. The palace had settled into a heavy hush, the distant echoes of late-night laughter fading into nothingness as the hour grew late.Standing dead center in front of the massive double doors of King Asher’s private bedchamber was Estrella.She wasn't in her heavy steel breastplate anymore. Having shed her ceremonial armor, she wore form-fitting black tights and a sleek, tight black tunic that clung to her hot athletic frame, accented by lightweight dark leather guards buckled over her forearms and shoulders. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back into a high, sleek, yet delightfully fluffy ponytail that brushed against her back. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her stance rigid, while her unique eyes stared daggers straight ahead at the carved oak paneling.
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The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber clicked shut, locking in the flurry of servants bustling around the room with silk robes, polished armor plates, and ceremonial jewelry. Asher stood in the center of the spacious chamber, letting out a long, quiet exhale."Leave," he had told the head maid gently, waving a dismissive hand. "I can handle the rest myself."Once the maids had bowed and exited, the quiet settled over him. He walked into the adjoining bath chamber, where a massive stone tub steamed with warm, fragrant water. Sinking into the heat, Asher rested his head against the rim, closing his eyes for a few fleeting minutes. The phantom sensation of the morning’s sparring match still hummed in his muscle memory, the quick, lethal strike of Estrella’s boot, the sharp hiss of steel sliding against steel, and the unyielding, fierce blaze in her unique eyes. A faint, dark smi
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"Never."The word hung in the humid morning air between them like a challenge forged in cold iron. Estrella’s chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid hitches, her heterochromatic eyes, one icy blue, one deep forest green, blazing with an unyielding, dangerous light. She didn't flinch away from the cold edge of his broadsword resting against her collarbone, nor did she recoil from the oppressive weight of his towering frame pinning her against the rough stone wall.Asher’s eyes darkened instantly. A violent, intoxicating surge of adrenaline rushed through his veins as his inner Alpha wolf clawed its way to the surface. For a split second, his golden irises flared into a blinding, radiant shade of molten gold, glowing with pure, predatory satisfaction.They were both clueless to the eyes that were fixed on them as all the warriors present in the trainin
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15 years later...The morning sun filtered softly through the tall arched windows of the royal dining hall, painting the polished mahogany table in warm amber light. The palace was quiet, holding its breath before the grand festivities set to unfold at dusk.Asher stepped through the heavy double doors, his presence instantly dominating the vast room. At twenty-five years old, he had grown into a remarkably tall, athletic Alpha, standing even taller than his father and broad-shouldered enough to surpass his warriors in physical strength. His sharp, sculpted jawline, dark hair, and striking golden eyes gave him a gorgeously dangerous, regal allure that made him an imposing force throughout the realm.At the head of the table sat King Dominic. Though time had brushed his temples with silver and lined the corners of his eyes, the old Alpha King remained a powerful, revered presence. Beside him sat Queen Rosalie, her beauty softened by the gentle passage of years. A few silver strands gle
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The quiet embrace in the study gave way to the joyous sounds of celebration as night fell across the kingdom. Lanterns of spun glass hung along the sprawling garden pathways, casting warm, golden light over low wooden feast tables set directly on the soft green grass. A grand banquet had been prepared, bringing together the entire royal circle and their closest companions under the clear, star-filled sky.Everyone was gathered around the central table, which groaned under the weight of roasted meats, fresh orchard fruits, warm loaves of baked bread, and spiced autumn wine.At the head of the banquet sat King Dominic and Queen Rosalie, their hands intertwined beneath the table as they watched their family. Beside them sat Killian, whose easy laughter rang out over the clinking of goblets. Across the table, Garrett sat with his arm wrapped around Anna’s waist, while little five-year-old
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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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Tears streamed down Rosalie's cheeks as she tried to free her arm from her mom's grip, but it was of no use.She dragged her to the tree near the woods. Rosalie panicked and shook her head violently, but Penelope didn't listen.She forced her against the tree and tied her hands with the ropes behin
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 1. Life of Misery
Life was not that bad.That was what she always told herself. Even in the worst circumstances, she always told herself that life would get better for her one day. She didn't even wish for a good life; she just hoped it would get better one day, and that was all.But certain things weren't written i
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