25. Ink and Lineage

The journey from the brutal training yards back to the western tower was a blur of agonizing aches and heavy, leaden steps. Rosalie’s body was entirely spent; every single muscle from her calves to her shoulders throbbed wit

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• Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   99. The Broken Assumption

  The silence inside the cabin hung heavy and suffocating, thicker than the ocean fog battering the hull.Dominic’s bare hand remained pinned to the warm curve of her stomach, frozen as if touching hot iron. The strong, distinct kick of the child against his palm echoed through the golden thread of their mate bond, an undeniable, pure Alpha pulse that mirrored his own.The void in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by the shattered, amber gaze of a man coming face-to-face with the wreckage of his own madness. The alcoholic fog dissolved instantly, leaving behind a terrifying, unvarnished clarity."It's mine..." Dominic rasped, his voice breaking into a rough, shattered whisper.Because of the scent masking potion, even the baby's scent was veiled, but his touch and kisses had broken the effect of the potion.

• Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   98. The Bond Unbound

  The world outside the cabin vanished into the roar of the dark sea. Dominic’s lips slammed onto hers with the built-up fury of six starving months, a savage, overwhelming claim that left no room for air, no room for thought, and no room for mercy.In that single, explosive second, the chaotic noise in Dominic’s shattered mind went completely dead silent.The agonizing questions that had tormented him for half a year- why she had fled, who had hurt her, or the agonizing image of her standing beside the blacksmith in the sun- were entirely wiped away by the intoxicating reality of her body against his. The dark, possessive beast within him didn't care about the past. It didn't care about the treason, the sea, or the war waiting in the North. It craved her. It demanded her. Every drop of his blood burned with an unholy, absolute obsession to mark her as his, to devour her until there

• Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   97. The Savage Claim

  Rosalie stood frozen against the cold wall, unable to believe her ears. The raw cruelty in his voice cut through her like a serrated blade. What was he even saying? How could he demand such humiliation?Yet, as she stared into the pitch-black void of his eyes, a sickening reality settled into her stomach. She knew Dominic. She knew the ruthless monster beneath the king’s crown better than anyone. He was a man driven by dark, absolute will. No matter how much she begged, no matter how hard she refused, no matter how many tears spilled down her face, Dominic would do exactly as he pleased.Tears blurred her vision as she clutched her stomach tightly, her fingers digging into the linen of her dress."Dominic, please..." Rosalie gasped, her voice trembling violently. "They are innocent. Please... do not hurt innocent people because of me. Leave them out of

• Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   96. Strip

  The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Rosalie alone in the suffocating silence of the captain’s quarters.Hours bled into one another as the ship rocked violently against the cold waves. Dominic was nowhere to be seen. Left with only the dark mahogany walls and her own tearing thoughts, Rosalie finally broke down in tears. They fell hot and bitter down her pale cheeks, soaking into the linen of her dress.Her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces under the weight of his cruel accusations. A whore. He looked at her, at her swollen body, at her pale face, at the months of agony written into her eyes, and saw a woman who had thrown herself into another man’s bed. She had stayed pure all along. She had hidden in damp cellars, starved, and risked her very life every single day just to keep

• Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   95. Trapped

  The heavy wooden timbers of the flagship groaned beneath the crushing weight of the open ocean, the dark hull slicing through the black, churning sea. With every knot traveled, the lawless, sunlit freedom of Port Marrow receded further into the fog, leaving Rosalie trapped in the belly of a leviathan slicing back toward the freezing North.Down in the suffocating dark of the ship’s lower brig, the air was rank with salt, damp oak, and rust. Alam and Josy were stripped of their boots, their wrists bound tightly in heavy iron chains suspended from the overhead beams. They were bargaining chips now, lethal insurance policy written in iron. Dominic had made the rules painfully clear without uttering a single word: their lives hung by a single, fraying thread, dependent entirely on Rosalie’s absolute obedience.Upstairs, the captain's quarters were a golden cage of terrifying luxury. Ri

• Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   94. Captured

  The three minutes dragged like a blade drawn slowly across open flesh.Inside the stifling heat of the forge, the air was suffocating. Smoke from the dying hearth curled toward the vaulted stone ceiling, but the real fire was waiting just beyond the iron-bound timber.Alam stood near the center of the room, his massive body coiled like a spring, both hands white-knuckled around the haft of his broadaxe. His dark eyes flickered toward the heavy door, then back to Rosalie."Stay behind me, Rose," Alam growled softly, his voice steady despite the vein throbbing at his temple. "When they break the wood, you and your mother head through the back coal chute. It leads down to the lower sea caves. You can get out.""No," Rosalie whispered.Her voice was barely audible, but it stopped Alam in his tracks.

• 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

• Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   2. Dangerous Stranger

  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

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