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67. The Weight of Gold
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2026-07-10 23:46:51
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 18. On His Lap
The heavy oak door of The Drunken Wyvern creaked open, releasing a stale gust of sour ale, cheap pipe smoke, and roasted boar into the cool afternoon air.Asher pushed the door back just enough for Estrella to slip inside ahead of him. The tavern was bathed in a thick, amber haze, lit only by sputtering tallow candles and a dying fire in the corner. Packed shoulder-to-shoulder, the tavern was a breeding ground for rogues, cutthroats, and displaced mercenaries, a place where life was cheap, and secrets were sold to the highest bidder.Scanning the room, Asher immediately spotted an empty, dimly lit corner booth near the back. His large, calloused hand anchored against the small of Estrella’s back, guiding her through the rowdy crowd.When they reached the woode
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 17. The Pretend Wife
Before descending into the lively market, Estrella managed to procure a set of ordinary town garments from a traveling merchant’s wagon near the edge of the woods. Leaving their heavy armor and recognizable royal leathers hidden safely away with the horses, they took shelter behind a dense grove of towering pines to change into their disguises.When Estrella stepped out from behind the tree trunks, Asher’s breath hitched dead in his throat.She wore a soft, midnight-blue linen gown that wrapped gently around her narrow waist before flowing down past her knees. Her long chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders in dark, glistening waves. However, the modest neckline of the gown dipped just low enough to expose the pale base of her throat, leaving the faint, rosy impressions of his possessive bite marks and small purplish bruises on full, exquisite display to the crisp morning air.
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 16. The Next Morning
The cold morning air bit sharply against exposed skin as Estrella stirred awake. Her head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache, her mind groggy as if steeped in thick, suffocating fog. For a brief, serene second, she lay still in the quiet rustle of the furs, attempting to orient herself after the long, chaotic night.Then, she moved, and froze dead in her tracks.The immediate sensation of friction made her breath catch violently in her throat. Her bare chest rubbed directly against something agonizingly hot, smooth, and solid as iron. She slowly pulled back, her eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated horror as the blur of reality snapped into sharp, brutal focus.She was pressed flush against King Asher.Estrella glanced down beneath the heavy furs and sheets, her blood instantly turning to ice in her veins. She was completely, utt
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 15. So Beautiful
Pinned beneath his massive frame, Estrella’s heart hammered violently against her ribs. She was entirely exposed under the warm, orange glow of the hearth fire, her bare skin trembling beneath his intense, golden gaze. The cool air of the cottage brushed against her body, but the heat radiating off Asher’s towering form wrapped around her like a blanket of pure fire."Don't hide from me," Asher commanded softly, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble that shook her to her very core. His dark, golden gaze swept over her form with a mixture of reverent awe and wicked, unbridled hunger.Her skin was so snowy white and porcelain; she looked like a doll, so voluptuous in all the right places. His eyes were fixed on the swells of her chest, her light pink nipples, her taut stomach, and thick ass; she was stunning. But her beauty wasn't only that. There were small scars on her arms, shoulders
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 14. Raw Desire
The storm outside raged with unrelenting fury, hammering against the wooden roof of the secluded hunter’s sanctuary. Lightning split the ink-black sky in jagged ribbons, illuminating the small room in fleeting, violet flashes. But inside, the air was consumed by an entirely different kind of atmosphere, a suffocating, feverish inferno that centered around the small hearth.Estrella lay back against the makeshift bed of dry furs, her chest heaving in rapid, shallow hitches. Her body was burning from the inside out. The heat cycle had claimed her completely, turning her blood into liquid fire and leaving every nerve ending raw, hypersensitive, and aching with a desperate, unnamable void.Asher knelt beside her, his massive, broad-shouldered frame taut as a bowstring. He had dipped a simple ivory cloth into the basin of freezing well water, wringing it out until it was damp. His jaw was cle
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 13. Heat
The sweet, intoxicating scent hit him like a physical blow.The air inside the small wooden sanctuary instantly transformed, saturated with the rich, heady aroma of wild honey, rain, and the scorching, undeniable fragrance of a female wolf entering her heat.Asher’s Alpha wolf roared to the surface with terrifying force. His golden eyes flared, the irises burning like molten gold in the dim orange firelight. His broad chest heaved, his muscle-bound shoulders flexing as his pulse spiked with pure, primitive hunger. Every instinct in his blood screamed at him to claim her, to pin her beneath his weight, and to yield to the ancient, overwhelming pull between them.On the other side of the room, Estrella backed up until the cold wooden window frame pressed against her bare shoulder blades.She was drowning in confusion and she
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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