All Chapters of My Uncle Alpha, My Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nikolas’ POVDoctor Cameron She cast a quick glance at the nearby nurses and pack members, then lowered her voice."We'll speak about it later, Alpha."I forced a nod, trying to appear calm, but my pulse was already racing. Did she know? Could she tell I was Rosie’s mate?“Rosie’s heat is stable for now,” She told me, her voice quiet but firm. “We administered the suppressant just in time.” At least there was that.My eyes never left Rosie’s flushed face as she lay unconscious on the hospital bed. Strands of her hair were slicked with sweat that clung to her forehead.“Marco,” I said without turning, “take Tyler and Chris back to the patrol team. You’ll continue with the trip as planned.”Marco hesitated, only for a moment. I couldn't begrudge him his concern. “Are you sure, Alpha?”“I’ll stay with her, she will be alright.” The last thing I needed right now was an invasion because Marco couldn’t complete his duty. He left without another word, taking the others with him.Doctor Came

Rosie’s POVOnce the dancing was over and the banquet began, I made myself small. I hoped to sneak away soon, blending into the walls and looking like any other maid.That's what he had allowed me to be called, wasn't it? I looked out from my little corner at the impossibly long table holding council members and their mates for those who had them. Uncle sat at the head of the table, the seat to his right filled by the princess and the one to his left empty. I glared at the spot as if I could make it burst into flames. The food smelled delicious and filled the entire table. But my stomach was not in the shape to even think about partaking in the meal. Not the way Selena kept hanging on Uncle like that. But I didn't want to move to stop it either. The parts of me that loved him unconditionally, tangled between the familial love and being his mate, wanted to see him happy. He deserved a moment like this. ‘But you’re his mate,’ Mia hissed. ‘Not a maid.’ Her moping had turned to fiery

Rosie’s POVThe faint rays of dawn spilled across the corridor as I tiptoed toward the kitchen. My only reason to get up earlier than usual was led by the rumble in my stomach rather than any real motivation to start the day.I hadn’t eaten much last night… how could I when I already wanted to throw up the non-existent food inside me?My thoughts had been a snarled mess, and my poor appetite had been buried way beneath all of them currently raiding my head.But the moment I reached the kitchen, the sight in front of me made me freeze mid-step.Selena was already there. Why…Miss Perfect was perched on a stool in such poise, like she had a claim over everything already, clad in silky pajamas that shimmered with every flicker of movement.A few of the guards stood nearby, lazily keeping watch over her while she nibbled on warm pastries and sipped something from a delicate porcelain cup.“Morning!” she chirped, as if this was a normal, everyday morning interaction. “Hope I didn’t steal

Nikolas’ POVI heard the end of it as I stepped into the hallway—just the faint tremble in Rosie’s voice and the cold finality in my own.I didn’t plan on making her flinch, but the moment called for authority, not tenderness.Selena stood there, composed as ever, while Rosie stared at the floor like it might swallow her.She barely whispered it: “Yes… Alpha.”That word again. One she used to say with mischief in her eyes—or sometimes outright annoyance.But not like this. Not like it burned her to say it.I turned my back before it could twist the knife in me any deeper.I told myself I did the right thing.She was out of line.Selena’s a royal guest, and this pack needs diplomacy, not tantrums.I’m the Alpha. That’s the priority.Still, I heard her footsteps retreat behind me—each one like an echo I couldn’t erase.I ordered Rosie to help the maids with the upper corridor. Selena didn’t ask me to, but I could feel her expectation weighing heavy in the silence after. So I gave her

Rosie’s POVI didn’t move.Even after the sound faded and the cold gnawed deeper into my skin, I stayed there—curled on the porch like maybe the wind could carry away the ache in my chest. But it didn’t. It just settled deeper, like a splinter I couldn’t reach.‘Go back inside,’ Mia said eventually. ‘You’re freezing.’I didn’t answer. I wasn’t ready to face those walls. Not when I knew who was behind them.Not when I could still hear her laugh.Not when I could still smell her on him.“I used to matter,” I murmured. The words came out like breath, brittle and bitter.‘You still do,’ Mia whispered. But even her voice lacked conviction.I stayed until the numbness reached my fingertips, then pushed myself up, limbs stiff and sore. I moved quietly, careful not to make the floorboards creak. Not that anyone would be listening. Not anymore.As I passed the study again, I heard it—low and rhythmic, laced with a kind of breathless tension that prickled against the quiet of the hallway. It wa