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47. The Twisted Claim
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2026-06-29 02:43:11
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 120. The Reign of Crimson
The golden rays of early morning pierced through the tall, arched windows of the royal bedchamber, casting warm light across the blood-stained velvet sheets.Rosalie’s eyelids fluttered open. Her chest rose and fell in a deep, effortless rhythm, the suffocating agony that had clawed at her throat only hours ago completely gone. The dark, swollen veins that had threatened her life and her unborn child’s pulse had vanished without a trace. Her skin was warm, her mind clear, and beneath her ribs, the steady, energetic thrum of the royal heir echoed with vibrant life.She sat up smoothly, her jade eyes sweeping the room. "Dominic?"Her voice caught in her throat.Beside the bed, sprawled across the plush fur rug, lay the massive, motionless form of the Alpha King. His shirt was torn open, his chest barely rising. Across
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 119. The Alpha's Blood
The high doors of the King’s private bedchambers were slammed shut against the frantic noise reverberating throughout the Amber Court. Outside, heavy boots thundered down the corridors as Garrett’s vanguard enforced an immediate, uncompromising lockdown. Inside, the chamber was a tempest of raw panic and suffocating dread.Rosalie lay motionless on the massive, velvet-draped poster bed, her face drained of all color, her skin cold as mountain river stone. Her dark velvet gown had been cut away at her throat by the head healer, revealing blue, swollen veins tracing a terrifying web down her neck toward her chest. Her breaths were faint, ragged gasps that rattled softly in her throat, each one weaker than the last.Three senior court healers hovered over her side, their hands trembling so violently that silver vials of moon-lily oil and powdered dragon-root clattered uselessly agains
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 118. A Crown of Poison
The air inside the King’s private war study felt thick enough to choke on. The eerie violet light from Morana’s spell had faded back into the warm, flickering yellow of the hearth, but the cold lingered, seeping into the very mortar of the stone walls.Dominic stood near the high mahogany desk, his massive chest heaving, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his neck strained against his collar. The bitter sting of defeat tasted like ash in his mouth. To have the entire eastern wing stripped and searched, to have every man inspected down to his bare flesh, only to yield nothing, it was a humiliation that burned through his Alpha veins like liquid fire. And not to mention how his men must be feeling right now."A stronger witch..." Rosalie murmured softly, breaking the suffocating silence. She stood near the edge of the map table, her hand resting over her round belly, her finger
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 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 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
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 1. Life of Misery
Life was not that bad.That was what she always told herself. Even in the worst circumstances, she always told herself that life would get better for her one day. She didn't even wish for a good life; she just hoped it would get better one day, and that was all.But certain things weren't written i
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