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34. Cruel, Sweet Possession
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2026-06-21 03:51:49
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 45. Fangs in the Garden
When the heavy morning fog rolled over the jagged peaks surrounding the Amber Court, Rosalie woke up alone in the massive bed. The space beside her was cold, but the lingering, musky scent of woodsmoke and winter cedar told her that Dominic had held her tightly until the final hours before dawn. Her fingers rose to her neck, tracing the raised silver wolf-crest. It was a physical reminder that no matter how chaotic the palace became, she was bound to the ultimate predator.But as she sat up, the heavy memory of the previous day crashed over her. She couldn't forget the venomous threat note, and more importantly, she couldn't shake the chilling glare from Ostin’s piercing blue eyes.After dressing in a simple, structured woolen gown, Rosalie paced her sitting room. Marta entered a few moments later, humming happily under her breath as she began to clear away the hearth ashes. She still had a knowing, delighted spark in her eyes whenever she looked at Rosalie’s collarbone."Marta," Rosa
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 44. Steel and Shadows
The next morning, the bedroom was bathed in a soft, muted winter light. Rosalie woke up slowly, a strange, profound warmth humming deep within her body. The moment she shifted against the silk sheets, a sharp, throbbing heat radiated from the side of her neck. Her fingers rose tentatively, grazing the fresh, slightly raised silver wolf-crest mark permanently embedded into her flesh. The bond felt incredible, an invisible, heavy anchor that filled her veins with a deep sense of calm, connecting her soul directly to the man beside her.Dominic was already awake. He was propped up on one elbow, his bare, heavily scarred chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm as he quietly watched her sleep. His amber eyes, usually so wild and volatile, were soft as they tracked the movement of her hand against her new mark.Rosalie looked at him, her heart fluttering. Even though the euphoric bond made her feel incredibly safe in his arms, she knew the real world was waiting outside those mahogany door
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 43. The Midnight Mark
The heavy mahogany doors of the royal bedchamber slammed shut with a definitive, ringing thud that seemed to lock out the entire world. The absolute chaos of the grand dining hall, the gasping nobles, the humiliated Elder Vance, and the suffocating display of raw Alpha power were finally left behind in the cold stone corridors. But inside the quiet sanctuary of their private quarters, the air was anything but peaceful. It was thick, electric, and heavily laden with the musky, volatile scent of Dominic’s unchecked pheromones.Dominic didn't look at her immediately. His massive, heavily armored frame was practically vibrating with a restless, chaotic energy that he couldn't seem to shake. He began to pace across the Persian rugs like a caged predator, his heavy leather boots thudding rhythmically against the floorboards. His large, calloused hands clenched and unclenched into tight fists at his sides, his chest expanding and contracting with deep, ragged breaths as his inner wolf contin
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 42. Protection of The King
The heavy oak doors of the grand dining hall creaked open as Rosalie stepped inside, her heart still hammering against her ribs from her encounter with the court maidens. Shane and Griat remained flanking her sides, their silent, imposing presence the only thing keeping the whispering crowds of servants and low-ranking lords at a distance.The dining hall was magnificent, illuminated by hundreds of floating candles and lined with long tables overflowing with roasted meats, winter fruits, and golden wine. Yet, to Rosalie, it felt like entering a cage of predators. As she walked toward the elevated royal table, the ambient chatter in the room instantly died down, replaced by sharp, evaluating stares.Before she could even reach her cushioned seat, a tall, grey-haired man stepped out from the high table, deliberately blocking her path. It was Elder Vance, the powerful father of Lady Evelyn. His face was a mask of cold arrogance, his sharp amber eyes narrowing as he looked down at her smal
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 41. Threats
The grand stone walls of the Amber Court palace felt cold and towering after the raw, open wilderness of the borderlands. The long journey back had been exhausting, and the moment the heavy iron carriages rolled into the royal courtyard, the fragile peace Rosalie had felt in the hidden spring vanished.There was no time for a gentle transition. The high elders and palace officials were already waiting at the gates, their faces grim with the chaotic fallout of the new border treaty. Before Dominic could even guide Rosalie inside, he was surrounded by his advisors. With a dark, frustrated growl, he had to leave her side, pulled away immediately to handle the brewing political storm in the grand council hall.Left alone for the first time in days, Rosalie walked toward the black fortress, her steps heavy with a deep, widespread fatigue. Behind her walked Shane, his shadow alert and watchful, alongside Griat, whose massive frame offered a comforting barrier against the curious eyes of the
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 40. Need More
The echoing echoes of her sharp, undone scream slowly dissolved into the dense, misty canopy of the ancient trees, yet the phantom tremors of her explosive release continued to ripple violently through Rosalie’s core. She was completely spent, her body floating in a dizzying, weightless haze as she slowly came down from her staggering high. Her limbs felt like liquid, her fingers weakly clinging to the wet, solid muscles of Dominic’s broad shoulders as she gasped for air, her jade eyes hooded and heavy with absolute submission.But as the fog in her mind began to clear, she quickly realized that the Alpha King wasn't anywhere near close to his own release.The beast beneath his skin was completely unhinged, fueled by the intoxicating scent of her submission and the raw, primitive isolation of the hidden spring. Dominic’s amber eyes remained pitch-black, burning with a relentless, predatory hunger that left no room for mercy. He didn't slow down. He didn't stop. With a low, guttural gr
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
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
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