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151. The Spark of War
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2026-09-17 15:00:04The atmosphere inside the grand throne hall was thick with suffocating tension. The high court had assembled at dawn, waiting in silence as the realm’s most revered sorcerers gathered around the velvet-lined box containing the Stone of Truth.
Dominic stood near the dais, his face a cold, unreadable mask, though his chest heaved with suppressed anxiety. "Where is Morana?" his voice echoed sharply across the stone walls.
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 22. The King's Declaration
The monumental double doors of the Grand Council Chamber groaned on their iron hinges, heavy oak swinging inward with a resounding, echoing thud that shattered the anxious murmurs inside.Silence slammed down upon the vast obsidian hall like a physical hammer. High lords, regional barons, and wealthy Northern elders froze in their carved seats along the long marble table. Torches flickered erratically against towering stone pillars, casting flickering shadows over thirty stunned faces.At the head of the chamber, standing tall before the elevated throne, was Former King Dominic. He wore simple royal dark velvet, his hands resting heavily on the carved pommel of his broadsword. His silver-streaked dark hair caught the firelight, and his piercing golden eyes swept over the rebellious council with a cold, terrifying stillness. Though corrupt lords had dared to raise their voices in Asher’s
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 21. The Midnight Ride
Night fell over the Northern wilderness with a bitter, starry quiet. The sky overhead was a velvet tapestry of deep indigo, dusted with millions of diamond-like stars and lit by the pale silver crescent of the moon.They had mounted their warhorses and set off along the sweeping mountain trails, the rhythmic thud of hooves against hard dirt echoing through the silent forest.As the miles melted away behind them, an undeniable shift settled over the space between them. The old, prickly defenses, the rigid formality, and the sharp, defensive hostility that had defined their relationship for five long years had quietly vanished, burned away in the fires of the secluded cottage and the blood of the border tavern.Yet, in its place was a heavy, intoxicating tension that made Estrella’s pulse hammer against her ribs.Riding
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 20. Shadows & The Interrogation
The stifling haze of pipe smoke, spilled mead, and fresh blood still hung heavy over the splintered remains of The Drunken Wyvern. Blood pooled between the stone floorboards, painting a macabre picture of the swift, brutal slaughter that had transpired in mere minutes.Asher stood amid the carnage, towering and unyielding, breathing slowly and steadily as he slid the silver viper dagger into his dark leather belt. Beside him, Estrella wiped a thin sheen of sweat from her forehead with the back of her sleeve, her eyes sweeping over the quiet tavern to ensure no hidden threats remained.The bar door slowly creaked open, and a terrified, middle-aged tavern owner poked his head out from behind the counter, shaking like a leaf in a winter gale. His face was pale as chalk, his hands trembling violently
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 19. Steel and Blood
The mercenary captain’s roar echoed through the rafters of The Drunken Wyvern, shattering the lingering silence like a hammer on thin glass. In an instant, the tavern degenerated into pure, violent madness. Common patrons shrieked in terror, flipping tables and trampling over one another as they scrambled frantically toward the narrow front entrance to escape the coming bloodshed.The captain’s bloodshot eyes burned with pure malice as he stared down Estrella. "For years I’ve dreamed of slitting your pretty throat, you Southern bitch!" He bellowed, his voice laced with venomous fury. "You humiliated my men in the past, butchered seven of my best blades, and left me with this!" He gestured wildly to a jagged scar running along his jawline.Asher didn't wait for the rogues to make the first move. Just as Estrella pulled to
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 18. On His Lap
The heavy oak door of The Drunken Wyvern creaked open, releasing a stale gust of sour ale, cheap pipe smoke, and roasted boar into the cool afternoon air.Asher pushed the door back just enough for Estrella to slip inside ahead of him. The tavern was bathed in a thick, amber haze, lit only by sputtering tallow candles and a dying fire in the corner. Packed shoulder-to-shoulder, the tavern was a breeding ground for rogues, cutthroats, and displaced mercenaries, a place where life was cheap, and secrets were sold to the highest bidder.Scanning the room, Asher immediately spotted an empty, dimly lit corner booth near the back. His large, calloused hand anchored against the small of Estrella’s back, guiding her through the rowdy crowd.When they reached the woode
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 17. The Pretend Wife
Before descending into the lively market, Estrella managed to procure a set of ordinary town garments from a traveling merchant’s wagon near the edge of the woods. Leaving their heavy armor and recognizable royal leathers hidden safely away with the horses, they took shelter behind a dense grove of towering pines to change into their disguises.When Estrella stepped out from behind the tree trunks, Asher’s breath hitched dead in his throat.She wore a soft, midnight-blue linen gown that wrapped gently around her narrow waist before flowing down past her knees. Her long chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders in dark, glistening waves. However, the modest neckline of the gown dipped just low enough to expose the pale base of her throat, leaving the faint, rosy impressions of his possessive bite marks and small purplish bruises on full, exquisite display to the crisp morning air.
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 7. My Bride
A wave of ice-cold dread clouded her very soul, freezing the blood in her veins. No... Her mind screamed as the realization hit her like a physical blow. Why did he want her dressed in the purest of silk
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
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