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64. The Boy From the Past

ผู้เขียน: KATHLEEN HAYAT
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-07-07 03:17:06

The heavy silence that blanketed the Justice Court felt suffocating. Hundreds of eyes shifted from the elevated stone platform down to the mysterious stranger standing in the center of the gallery. Shane and Griat instantly took a synchronized step forward, their hands dropping heavily onto the hilts of their swords, their alpha auras flaring in a silent, aggressive warning.

But the handsome man with the striking, pale blond hair didn't even glance at the guards. His piercing blue eyes remained
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I just hope he won't hurt Rosalie again...
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Dominic Dominic..... who is gonna be the stronger alpha we'll soon find out in the Upcoming Chps......... Thankyou for the update dear author love it can't wait for next....
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  • 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   111. The Traitor's Mark

    The first pale, silvery light of dawn was beginning to bleed through the arched stained-glass windows when Rosalie arrived in her private wing. The grand chamber was just as she had left it six months ago, the massive canopy bed draped in heavy dark velvet, the stone hearth crackling with a fresh, roaring fire, and the familiar scent of dark cedar and dried lavender filling the air.Shane and Griat took their positions outside the heavy oak doors, their steel blades drawn, creating an impenetrable barrier against the outside world.Yet, despite the softness of the silk sheets and the warmth of the hearth, sleep was an impossible luxury. Rosalie paced the length of the room, her hand resting over her protruding stomach, her mind spinning in violent circles. The image of Samantha’s bloodied body, the memory of the fake balcony vision, and the terrifying knowledge that a killer was wa

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   110. Shadows in the Blood

    The heavy mahogany doors of the King’s private war study stood half-open, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished floorboards where Samantha’s lifeless body lay beneath a dark wool blanket. The air remained stifling, thick with the iron scent of fresh blood and the suffocating realization that a silent killer was walking the halls of the Amber Court.Heavy, frantic footsteps echoed down the vaulted corridor. The two elite guards who had sprinted down the lower servant passage burst into the room, their leather armor creaking as they gasped for air. Their broadswords were unsheathed, their faces flushed and glistening with cold sweat.They dropped to one knee before the King, bowing their heads in deep shame."Report!" Garrett barked, stepping forward, his gloved hand gripping his hilt so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Did you catch the bastard?""Forgive us, Your Grace," the lead guard rasped, his voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and fear. "We pursued the trai

  • 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   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

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