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39. Addicted
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2026-06-23 00:47:53
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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 doo
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 sma
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 39. Addicted
The steam rising from the natural mountain spring curled around them like a translucent shroud, trapping the Alpha King and his wife in a world entirely separate from the brutal realities of the border camp. Beneath the surface of the heated, mineral-rich water, the friction of their bodies was electric. Rosalie’s heart hammered a frantic, terrified, yet intensely eager rhythm against her ribs, her fingers digging hopelessly into the wet, scarred muscle of Dominic’s shoulders.Dominic looked down at her, his amber eyes burning with an unhinged, feral intensity that usually made her inner wolf cower in total submission. But as he felt the violent trembling of her fragile frame, the terrifying predator in him suddenly shifted, yielding to a rare, fiercely tender current of affection.With a low, gravelly rumble deep in his chest, Dominic adjusted his grip on her slick waist. Instead of crushing her against him, he pulled her closer with a deliberate, soft restraint. He leaned down, his
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 25. Ink and Lineage
The journey from the bru
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 24. Blood and Sweat
That night, for the first time since the Alpha King had left her side, Rosalie slept soundly. The heavy, suffocating grief that had been weighing down her chest finally lifted, replaced by a thrumming current of anticipation. She didn’t lie awake staring at the empty
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 23. Steel and Knowledge
The days bled into a torturous, agonizing week, and the heavy silence of the fortress became Rosalie’s constant companion. Every morning, she woke up to the same cold, empty side of the bed, a brutal reminder that the Alpha King was not coming back anytime soon
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 22. The Golden Cage
The morning air was crisp and bitingly cold, a sharp reminder of the rugged mountain terrain that surrounded the Alpha King’s fortress. Rosalie stood by the tall glass doors of the terrace, her fingers curled around a warm ceramic mug of herbal tea. True to her word, the middle-aged beta maid, Marta
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