Todos os capítulos de DEAR EX, I AM YOUR UNCLE'S MATE: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The cold air bit at my skin as I ran through the darkness, the world around me a blur. My breath came in sharp gasps, my heart pounding in my chest.Every step felt heavier than the last, my body fighting to keep moving even though my mind screamed for me to stop.I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to get away. From Elijah. From Damian. From the life that had become a prison of twisted loyalties and shattered trust.But no matter how far I ran, the weight of their influence clung to me like a shadow, haunting every thought, every decision. I could still hear Elijah’s voice echoing in my mind: You’ll be back.A shiver ran through me, not from the cold, but from the truth in his words. I hated how much power he still held over me, how his voice lingered even when he wasn’t there. And Damian—his possessiveness, his fury—it all felt like a cage, closing in around me.I slowed my pace, my legs trembling as exhaustion finally caught up with me. The for

The silence that followed the fight was suffocating, the tension thick in the air. Damian lay on the ground, struggling to catch his breath, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Elijah stood over him, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and unreadable. But it wasn’t over—it couldn’t be.I could feel it.A low growl rumbled from Damian’s throat as he tried to push himself up, his hands trembling from the effort. I wanted to move, to stop this madness before it escalated any further, but my feet felt rooted to the ground, frozen in place by the intensity of the moment. It was as if I was watching from a distance, detached from the chaos unfolding before me.Elijah’s gaze flicked toward me, his eyes cold, almost calculating. There was something in the way he looked at me now—a knowing, an expectation. He wasn’t just here to fight Damian. He was here to prove something—to me, to Damian, and maybe even to himself.This isn’t just a fight for control. This was a declaration of power, a

The wolf’s eyes burned with suspicion, and I could feel the tension thickening between us. His stance was rigid, his expression hard—like he had already made up his mind about what I had become.I didn’t blame him. After everything that had happened, after everything Elijah had awakened in me, I wasn’t the same person. I could feel it in the way I moved, the way I spoke. The darkness inside me was becoming harder to contain, and no matter how much I tried to control it, it kept slipping through the cracks.“You’ve changed,” he said again, his voice laced with accusation.I clenched my fists at my sides, my pulse quickening. “I’m still me.”But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true. I wasn’t the same Annabel they had known. I wasn’t the same girl who had feared the wolves, who had been controlled by their rules and their hierarchy. I was something else now—something they didn’t understand. Something I wasn’t sure I understood myself.The wolf took another step towa

The forest stretched out before me, dark and endless, as I walked deeper into the trees, away from Elijah, away from Damian, and away from everything that had been pulling me apart for so long. The further I moved, the quieter the world seemed to become, but inside me, the storm raged.I wasn’t running. Not this time. I was leaving with purpose. Elijah’s words still echoed in my mind—You won’t survive without us—but I refused to let them have power over me. I had spent too long letting them decide my fate, and now, for the first time, I was choosing my own path.But even as I pushed forward, the darkness that Elijah had awakened in me pulsed like a second heartbeat, growing stronger with every step. I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I could feel it changing me, pulling me toward something I didn’t fully understand. And the worst part? A part of me wanted it.You’re not free yet.The whisper crawled through my mind, a dark reminder that I was still tethered to something beyond my contro

the clearing fell into a charged silence after my words, the weight of the moment pressing down on all of us.I could feel the eyes of the pack shifting between me, Damian, and Elijah—unsure of where their loyalties should lie, their trust cracking like fragile glass. But beneath the fear, there was something else.Doubt.Elijah took a step forward, his eyes locked on mine. That familiar darkness radiated from him, a power he no longer bothered to conceal.He had grown bolder, more dangerous, and the more he embraced it, the clearer it became that he wasn’t interested in playing games anymore. He was ready to take control.“You’re still pretending you have a choice,” Elijah said, his voice calm but edged with the promise of violence. “But you don’t, Annabel. You never did.”His words sent a shiver through me, but I held my ground. The darkness that pulsed inside me—the same power Elijah had awakened—was there, lurking beneath the surface. It was strong, but I had no intention of letti