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142. The Claim
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2026-09-10 15:00:07The heavy silence that followed Ezekiel’s declaration was so absolute, so suffocating, that it felt as though the very air in the grand throne chamber had turned to solid ice.
"That's my child in her belly," Ezekiel repeated, his voice cutting through the stillness like a poisoned blade.
Rosalie felt the ground vanish beneath her feet. Her breath caught violently in her throat, her eyes widening i
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 40. The Deceit
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 39. The Missing King
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 38. The Midnight Gambol
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 37. The Retreat
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