All Chapters of My Uncle Alpha, My Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosie’s POVI did something bad.Okay, not that bad, but I was throwing a party for my uncle, Nicolas Hickman, the Alpha of the Midnight Pack, and he hated parties.“Do you think my uncle will find a second mate tonight?” I asked, checking my makeup as I spoke to my best friend, Chris. She was struggling to get into a tight, red dress. "I wonder if the two of us could find mates tonight." Her face brightened with the thought. Tonight marked the tenth anniversary of my uncle, Nicolas, the 35-year-old Alpha, taking power. I sighed, though I let my mouth quirk up a bit on one side. "It's not really about that for me, Chris."When I was 10, my father, Mason Blake, Beta at the time, died in a war while saving the Alpha. My father entrusted me to him, and I was raised in the palace, calling him “Uncle.”Now at 17, although I once hated his domineering nature, I’d learned that his mate had passed away.I've tried to be a good girl ever since, feeling that I must help him find a second mate

Rosie’s POVLess than an hour later, I found myself standing in a short line outside a nightclub with a flashing sign that said "Club Fete".Tyler leaned over from my right side and explained, "It means party in French."Chris gave both of us a side glance but luckily said nothing about Tyler's closeness. "I still can't believe you've never been to a club."I shook my head as we moved closer to the entrance, the beat of the electronic music trying to get my chest sync up to it drifting from inside. "You know that my uncle always warned me clubs are dangerous places, especially for people who are different. Plus, he always had eyes on me."Chris bumped my shoulder as we got up to the door, Tyler paying an entry fee for all three of us before we were allowed to walk in. "Such a killjoy that Alpha of ours," Chris said. As we walked into the darkness of the club, the music felt like it became a part of me. I scanned the expansive space. There were lounging couches in corners where people

Rosie’s POVUncle stiffened at my harsh words as they reverberated through the room. His face was pained. The frustration and Wolfsip was making my face hot, and Mia complained within me. 'That was a terrible thing to say. He raised you.'I shook my head at her words. I wasn't about to say I was sorry because it had been a long time coming. It wasn't just about his denial of the mating bond. It was about the fact that he never intended to let me live my own life or make my own choices.I stared at him, waiting for him to recover enough to respond. I needed him to face this-to face me. "Is Tyler the mate you’ve chosen?"The question caught me off guard—especially coming from him, at this moment.“That’s none of your business,” I snapped, matching the sharp edge in his voice. If he wanted to play cold, I could play colder.But then his eyes shifted, that familiar stormy glow bleeding through—his wolf, Saint, rising to the surface."That's not true," he growled, his voice layered with

Rosie’s POV'Wake up! We have training!' Mia shouted at me. Training?I rolled, almost coming out of the bed as I tangled in my blankets. When I popped up, I saw that it was already 8:50. Uncle would be mad if I didn't get there in time. I didn't need any more reasons for him to be angry. My pounding head reminded me exactly why it was so difficult. I dragged the clothes to the bathroom, running a brush through my hair and pulling it into a ponytail. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, wearing the same bra and panties as the night before when I had stripped down for my uncle, I screamed. 'You need to calm down,’ Mia scolded. 'You need to focus for training.';I grunted back at her. Even though I knew she was right, I didn't like it. I wanted to go back to bed and forget all about what I'd done. How could I face him after that?I got dressed as quickly as I could with my searing head, willing the pain to just go away. I was still two minutes late running onto the trai

Rosie’s POVDoctor Cameron looked at me, her tone going soft and somber. "In most cases like this, werewolves do end up rejecting their mates."I could feel my heart shattering with the revelation. Tears sprung free from my eyes without permission. Chris pulled me out of the room toward the way we came in, her hand rubbing my back. "What's wrong, Rosie?"I shook my head. "My wrist hurts worse than I realized. I must have been in shock."Chris looked at me for a few more moments, but if she didn't believe me she never pressed it. Instead, she took me by the hand and led me toward the door. "You should go home and rest. You'll feel better tomorrow, like the doctor says."Chris' voice was more gentle than usual, and I was afraid she might connect the dots of why I was really upset. How would I explain that to her? I was grateful when she didn’t press it. Mia tried to comfort me in my thoughts. 'This doesn't mean Alpha will reject us too. He just needs time to think.'It made sense, and