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7. In His Chamber
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2026-10-08 15:00:47The steam rising from the copper tub filled the small bathhouse in the lower quarters with the soothing scents of lavender and crushed eucalyptus. Estrella leaned her head back against the rim, letting the scalding water soak into her overworked muscles.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she had been granted a full, uninterrupted night of rest. Fortunately, Asher had not summone
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 7. In His Chamber
The steam rising from the copper tub filled the small bathhouse in the lower quarters with the soothing scents of lavender and crushed eucalyptus. Estrella leaned her head back against the rim, letting the scalding water soak into her overworked muscles.For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she had been granted a full, uninterrupted night of rest. Fortunately, Asher had not summoned her to stand outside his bedchamber last night. Whether out of rare mercy or pure luck, he had stayed within his quarters, giving her the precious hours she desperately needed to recover from the brutal duel, the endless coronation ceremonies, and the agonizing high council meeting.Stepping out of the water, she dried off and pulled on her armor, a tight, flexible suit of dark leather and reinforced woven cloth designed for high mobility in the dark. She deftl
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 6. Patience
The rhythmic hum of voices in the council chamber gradually faded into a distant, hazy blur. For a long while, Estrella remained motionless on the dark velvet settee, her breathing slow and even, lost in a deep, dreamless sleep.When the High Council meeting finally adjourned, the elders gathered their ledgers and quietly filed out of the grand hall. Commander Garrett paused near the doorway, casting a lingering, concerned glance at his sleeping daughter, then at the young King. Asher offered the Commander a silent, reassuring nod, signaling that she was safe. Once the heavy doors clicked shut and the room emptied completely, silence settled over the sunlit chamber.Asher rose from his high-backed velvet chair. His footsteps were silent as he crossed the polished marble floor toward the corner settee.He lowered himself onto the cushion right beside her. Stripp
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 5. The New Duty
The faint, rosy hues of dawn began to seep through the tall arched windows of the royal corridor, bleeding soft pink and gold light onto the cold stone floor. The flickering wall torches were sputtering out, signaling the end of the long, silent night.Standing in her rigid, unwavering posture outside the King’s bedchamber, Estrella let out a long, silent breath. Her black-clad body ached. Her legs felt heavy as lead, and her eyes burned with dry exhaustion. Between driving herself to near-collapse during the morning’s duel, the endless hours of standing in heavy armor at the coronation ceremony, and now an entire night of enforced door duty, she was running on pure, stubborn willpower.All she wanted, all her soul craved in this moment, was a warm bath, a dark room, and some time of solid uninterrupted sleep.She uncrossed her arms, rolling her sho
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 4. The King’s Guard
The stone corridor leading to the royal wing was bathed in the quiet, amber flicker of wall torches. The palace had settled into a heavy hush, the distant echoes of late-night laughter fading into nothingness as the hour grew late.Standing dead center in front of the massive double doors of King Asher’s private bedchamber was Estrella.She wasn't in her heavy steel breastplate anymore. Having shed her ceremonial armor, she wore form-fitting black tights and a sleek, tight black tunic that clung to her hot athletic frame, accented by lightweight dark leather guards buckled over her forearms and shoulders. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back into a high, sleek, yet delightfully fluffy ponytail that brushed against her back. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her stance rigid, while her unique eyes stared daggers straight ahead at the carved oak paneling.
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 3. The Crown
The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber clicked shut, locking in the flurry of servants bustling around the room with silk robes, polished armor plates, and ceremonial jewelry. Asher stood in the center of the spacious chamber, letting out a long, quiet exhale."Leave," he had told the head maid gently, waving a dismissive hand. "I can handle the rest myself."Once the maids had bowed and exited, the quiet settled over him. He walked into the adjoining bath chamber, where a massive stone tub steamed with warm, fragrant water. Sinking into the heat, Asher rested his head against the rim, closing his eyes for a few fleeting minutes. The phantom sensation of the morning’s sparring match still hummed in his muscle memory, the quick, lethal strike of Estrella’s boot, the sharp hiss of steel sliding against steel, and the unyielding, fierce blaze in her unique eyes. A faint, dark smi
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"Never."The word hung in the humid morning air between them like a challenge forged in cold iron. Estrella’s chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid hitches, her heterochromatic eyes, one icy blue, one deep forest green, blazing with an unyielding, dangerous light. She didn't flinch away from the cold edge of his broadsword resting against her collarbone, nor did she recoil from the oppressive weight of his towering frame pinning her against the rough stone wall.Asher’s eyes darkened instantly. A violent, intoxicating surge of adrenaline rushed through his veins as his inner Alpha wolf clawed its way to the surface. For a split second, his golden irises flared into a blinding, radiant shade of molten gold, glowing with pure, predatory satisfaction.They were both clueless to the eyes that were fixed on them as all the warriors present in the trainin
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