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32. His Rgae
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2026-06-21 02:14:00
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 117. The Shadow Behind the Veil
The heavy oak doors of the war study were thrown wide as Dominic stormed down the eastern gallery, a terrifying storm of golden Alpha aura crackling around his massive frame. Behind him, Garrett and Killian sprinted with drawn broadswords, their boots striking the polished marble like rapid gunfire. Down the grand corridor, the high-pitched, agonized groan of the violet shockwave still resonated off the high stone arches, sending waves of panic through the assembled ranks of the vanguard."The eastern wing!" Dominic roared, his voice echoing through the vaulted ceilings like a thunderclap. "Isolate the corridor! No one leaves this wing!"Up ahead, near the high stained-glass archway overlooking the inner courtyard, a cluster of heavily armored guards had broken formation. Whispering loudly and clutching their weapons, they swarmed around a figure who had collapse
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
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 115. The Fog of the Whispering Crags
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
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 113. The Serpent’s Canvas
A collective gasp rippled through the gathered ranks, but not a single warrior dared disobey the command of the Alpha King. The synchronized sound of iron breastplates clanking, heavy leather pauldrons tearing free, and steel buckles snapping open echoed up into the vaulted stone ceilings like a barrage of distant thunder. Within moments, nearly two hundred elite guards had stripped away their protective outer armor, standing in thin gray linen tunics and bare, exposed chests under the pale morning light filtering through the high stained glass.Dominic descended the stone steps of the dais with slow, deliberate authority, flanked closely by Garrett, Alam, and Killian. Their gazes were cold and predatory, scanning every throat, every shoulder, every wrist, and every inch of bare skin for the violent, bloody gouges Samantha had left behind in her dying moments.
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 112. The Painted Wolves
The heavy oak doors of the King’s private war study were bolted shut from the inside, the thick iron latches dropping into place with a hollow, echoing thud. Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating, thick with the stench of dried blood, low-burning candles, and an explosive, predatory tension that rattled the leaded glass windows.Dominic stood before the cold stone hearth, his massive, broad shoulders squared and his bandaged chest heaving with dark, suppressed rage. Beside him, Alam stood with his sharp eyes fixed on
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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