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65. The Clash of Crowns

Author: KATHLEEN HAYAT
last update publish date: 2026-07-08 19:52:37

The glass walls of the greenhouse seemed to rattle under the sudden, immense weight of Dominic’s presence. The cold, dominant scent of dark cedar and winter frost instantly crushed the thick aroma of blooming white roses and damp earth. Dominic stood beneath the shattered silence of the doorway, his massive shoulders blocking the light, his amber eyes burning with a low, dangerous fire.

Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat. Her body instinctively stiffened, a familiar wave of anxiety washing o
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    The quiet inside the secure chamber was absolute, dark, and suffocating.Rosalie sat on the edge of the velvet-covered bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection as she stared unblinkingly at the heavy oak doors. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity carved from ice. Outside, the muffled footsteps of a dozen royal sentinels echoed down the corridor, a constant, hollow reminder that she was no longer the cherished Queen of the Amber Court; she was a prisoner in her own home.A cold, bitter laughter rose in her throat, only to dissolve into a ragged, painful sob.How had it come to this? How could Dominic, her mate, her king, the man who had claimed her soul, look into her eyes and believe Ezekiel over her?The agonizing question repeated in her mind like a relentless tide, crashing against her shattered heart

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   147. The Weight of the Crown

    The heavy stone wall separating the Alpha’s private chamber from the adjacent secure chamber felt like a blade dragged slowly across Dominic’s soul.He sat alone in the dim light of his royal chamber, staring blankly at the cold fireplace. His broad hands were still stained with Ezekiel’s dried blood, the skin split over his knuckles, but he felt no physical pain. The only thing consuming him was the agonizing, suffocating tether of their mate bond.Through the thick masonry, he could feel her.He felt Rosalie’s raw distress, her suffocating panic, and the unbearable grief pouring from her heart in violent waves. Every tear she shed in that dark, isolated room crashed into his chest like a physical blow. Her agony was an open wound, and every instinct inside his beast screamed at him to tear down the door, gather her into his arms, and w

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   146. Shattered Bonds & Chains

    The blinding light radiating from the Stone of Truth cast deep, monstrous shadows across the frozen marble of the grand throne chamber. It hummed with a cruel, ethereal energy, a silent, absolute executioner of trust.Dominic stood frozen before the dais, his broad chest heaving, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at the glowing artifact. The golden light that usually burned in his irises flickered violently, swallowed by a dark, abyssal void. His mind, shattered into a million jagged fragments, refused to process the visual reality burning before him.The Glow.The stone had glowed when Ezekiel's blood poured on it.A suffocating, agonizing weight crashed down onto his heart, crushing the life out of his lungs. The fragile peace he had clung to only moments ago in the

  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   145. The Blood Ritual

    The heavy silence inside the library felt as cold and suffocating as a grave.The single question hung between them, sharp and merciless, slicing through the love, devotion, and shared agony that had bound their souls together.Did you really do it?Rosalie stood frozen against the mahogany reading desk, her green eyes wide and fixed on Dominic’s face. For one terrifying heartbeat, the world seemed to stop moving. The tears that had welled in her eyes finally spilled over, trailing hot paths down her pale, ghostly cheeks.Her heart shattered into a million sharp, agonizing pieces. To see him, the man she loved more than her own life, her true mate, the father of her unborn child, standing over her with a shadow of dark, poisonous doubt twisting his features tore her sou

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  • Claimed By My Mate's Uncle   143. Seeds of Doubt

    The grand throne chamber hung suspended in a suffocating, razor-thin silence. The glowing, milk-white surface of the Stone of Truth cast long, spectral shadows across the cold marble, illuminating the sheer madness that had gripped the Amber Court.Dominic stood frozen over Ezekiel, his broad shoulders heaving, his massive fist still clenched so tightly his knuckles bled against his own skin. Deep within his soul, the primal alpha bond burned with absolute clarity; he could feel the golden, undeniable pulse of his own royal bloodline thriving in Rosalie’s womb. He knew the child was his. There was no shadow of doubt in his heart regarding his own flesh and blood.Yet, as Dominic stared down into Ezekiel’s unyielding blue eyes, a dark, insidious seed of poison planted itself in the back of his mind.Ezekiel looked so impossibly, horrifyingly confiden

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    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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    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

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    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

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