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Chapter 75: The Prisoner
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My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna Chapter 95: Public Disgrace
Mason’s POVMy hands shook as I gripped the podium, watching my political career disintegrate before my eyes. The victory speech pages scattered around my feet seemed to mock me—words about prosperity and leadership rendered meaningless by the evidence being waved in my face.“Derek,” I hissed to my campaign manager without moving my lips. “Get me out of this.”“Deny everything,” he whispered back urgently. “Claim the documents are forgeries. Buy us time to—”“The bank records are real,” I said through gritted teeth. “The contracts have my signature.”Derek’s face went pale. “Then we’re fucked.”I couldn’t respond. The magnitude of my exposure had left me paralyzed, unable to form coherent thoughts let alone defensive strategies.The protesters weren’t backing down. If anything, their anger was intensifying as more pack members joined their ranks and additional evidence emerged from the crowd.“Twenty families lost their homes because of your tax increases!” shouted a woman holding wha
My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna Chapter 94: The Protest
Samuel’s POVThe hall erupted into absolute chaos the moment the lead protester finished his accusation. What had been a peaceful, if tense, election ceremony transformed into something approaching a riot as pack members who had been forced to pay Mason’s increased taxes surged forward.“Thirty percent!” screamed a woman near the front, waving a crumpled receipt above her head. “Thirty percent more just so he could throw his fancy parties!”“My grandmother couldn’t afford her heart medication because of his tax hike!” shouted another voice from the crowd.More pack members pushed through the doorway, their numbers swelling by the minute. They clutched documents, receipts, official notices—evidence of the financial burden Mason had placed on his own people.An elderly male wolf stepped forward, his voice shaking but forceful. “I had to choose between paying Mason’s taxes and buying insulin for my mate,” he said, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks. “She went without her medicine f
My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna Chapter 93: The Storm Breaks
Samuel’s POVI stood outside the corridor long after Layla disappeared in the storage room, her footsteps fading into silence. Eventually, I pressed myself back against the wall and let the shadows swallow me, becoming just another dark shape in the dimly lit hallway.Several minutes passed. Maybe more. Time felt elastic and strange as I struggled with the urge to follow her, to demand a real conversation instead of the distance she’d maintained.My campaign manager had been looking for me—I’d seen him scanning the crowd during ballot counting, probably needing last-minute strategic discussions or final voter outreach, but I found myself unable to focus on politics when my personal life lay in ruins around me.The sound of my phone ringing pulled me from my thoughts. Campaign manager, as expected.“Where are you?” Marcus demanded when I answered. “Results are coming in. You need to be visible.”“On my way,” I said, pushing myself away from the wall.I made my way back to the main hall,
My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna Chapter 92: In the Corridor
Layla’s POVI balanced the heavy document boxes against my hip as I walked through the narrow corridor behind the counting area. The day’s ballots needed to be transported to the secure storage room before I could finally leave the building.The corridor was long and dimly lit, connecting the main election hall to the administrative offices. I’d walked this path dozens of times over the past week, but tonight it felt different. Quieter. More isolated.“Layla.”Samuel’s voice behind me made me freeze mid-step. I hadn’t heard his footsteps over the sound of my own movement, but now he stood blocking the corridor.The encounter was awkward from the start. We’d both been carefully avoiding each other all day—I’d noticed him glancing in my direction during ballot counting, and I’d made sure to keep busy tables and crowds of people between us, but the narrow corridor made escape impossible.“Samuel,” I said carefully, shifting the document boxes to a more secure position. “The storage room i
My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna Chapter 91: Cora's Questions
Layla’s POVJust as I opened my mouth to answer Cora’s question, a sharp rapping sound cut through our whispered conversation. Elder Raymond stood directly behind us, his knuckles pressed against our table’s wooden surface.“Ladies,” he said sternly, his gray eyebrows drawn together in disapproval. “I need you to concentrate on counting the votes, not gossiping about personal matters.”“Sorry, Elder Raymond,” I said quickly, straightening in my chair and reaching for the next ballot in my pile.Cora mumbled an apology as well, but I could feel her watching me with concern in her eyes. The revelation about Charlotte’s return had hooked her attention completely, and despite the supervisor’s warning, she leaned closer to me again.“Where was she all this time?” she whispered, barely moving her lips as she stamped a ballot.I kept my eyes down, focusing on verifying signatures. “I don’t know.”“What’s she like? Is she nice? Does Annie remember her?”I pushed a fresh stack of ballots toward
My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna Chapter 90: Election Day
Layla’s POVThe Alpha Council building was crowded with people as the second round of the Chairman election drew to a close. Pack members from across the territories crowded into every available space.I’d thrown myself into work over the past week since leaving Samuel’s house, arriving at the council building before dawn and staying until the security guards practically had to escort me out.My colleagues attributed my grimly workaholic nature to pre-election stress, and I let them believe it. Better that than trying to explain the real reason I couldn’t bear to allow myself to think about anything but work.“Ballot box seven needs another counter,” Elder Raymond announced from his position at the central desk. “Layla, Cora, you’re assigned there.”I gathered my supplies—red ink pens, correction fluid, stamping pad—and followed Cora to the small table positioned near the back wall of the counting area. The repetitive work of marking and counting was a welcome distraction, though I fou
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