All Chapters of My Uncle Alpha, My Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rosie’s POVSelena's cruelty didn't come in loud, screaming bursts.It came in the form of praise twisted into poison. Compliments that sounded warm but cut deep.Every day, she found some new way to belittle me. A backhanded compliment, a calculated glance, a sugary tone that dripped with venom. And it was always just out of reach of real confrontation—never quite enough to accuse, but always enough to bruise."You're so dedicated," she said one afternoon, lounging near the training hall entrance as I scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees. "If I were raised like you, I don’t know if I’d have your... resilience."Resilience.The word clung to me like a slur. I didn’t look up. Just kept scrubbing, even as the lemon-scented water stung the raw skin on my knuckles and the newest bruise on my wrist—the one she gave me this morning when she yanked me backward by the arm for not responding quickly enough to her call. Her nails had dug in deep, and though the skin hadn’t broken, it had bl

Rosie’s POVIt started because I spilled a tray of goblets.Didn’t even shatter one—just a few tipped glasses of Selena’s precious Moonwater that splashed across the tablecloth during setup for dinner. I apologized immediately, started mopping it up, heart pounding as the others turned away like they hadn’t seen.But Selena had.She stood at the far end of the hall in her usual ivory silk, head tilted slightly, like she was studying something under glass. For a moment, she said nothing.Then she dismissed the other maids with a wave.“Stay,” she said to me, voice smooth and cold.I should’ve known something was wrong then. Should’ve known the way her smile didn’t reach her eyes meant something worse than a lecture or another veiled insult.She waited until the room emptied.Then she picked up the whip.The first lash didn’t hurt.Not in the way I expected.It stunned more than stung—like my body couldn’t quite believe what was happening. The second one made my knees buckle. The third

Rosie’s POVIt took me a few moments to brace myself to say what I needed to say. Uncle was impatient, and eager to leave, but he waited for me to talk.‘He’ll understand,’ Mia assured me. I wasn’t as certain, but Uncle hadn’t blown me off yet, so that had to count for something.“Things between Selena and me are terrible. I’d like to move out. I think it would be best for all of us,” I tried to keep my voice steady, so he wouldn’t think I was just being a little kid and complaining. If I could move out, I think I’d be a lot happier. At least Selena wouldn’t be able to hit me anymore.“No, Rosie,” Uncle said. It really didn’t surprise me, but I was still hopeful he'd listen, “Selena is a kind woman. She’s strong. She’s going to be a good Luna for the pack. I need you to understand that and I need you not to make problems with her.”I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say. I was making problems?Furious, I pulled off my hoodie, throwing it to the side. “Look,” I held out my a

Nikolas’ POVI stood with my hands behind my back, overseeing the training. I knew I was hard on them, but I’d rather be strict now, and know they have a chance of staying alive, than be too lenient and have to bury them. Our rigorous training is what kept my pack alive.But truthfully, my eyes were all but glued to Rosie. Heat rose up inside of me at the mere sight of her. I didn’t know how to stop that from happening. Saint wanted her. I wanted her. But I had to keep us both under control for Rosie’s safety. I wished I could make her understand that.My eyes slid over the group, and settled on Tyler. Something about his work was off, and when he looked at me, I waved him over. If there was something preventing him from working, I needed to know what it was.“What’s going on with you?” I asked bluntly. He was a good fighter, so for something to make him so off, it had to be a big deal. Honestly, it was probably just going to be one more thing on my plate. But he was Rosie’s friend, s

Rosie’s POVIt took several days for me to recover enough to get out of my bed. Uncle was very strict, but really, I just needed some rest. I felt much better after a few days of that. I didn’t think I’d be returning to Selena’s abuse, so the likelihood of me collapsing again was pretty slim.And Selena did keep her word– mostly.She didn’t make me do her chores, or cook her food. I wasn’t her maid anymore, but we certainly weren’t friends now. I wondered if she was biding her time, trying to decide when she could act again without drawing Uncle’s attention.She was smart. She wouldn’t let things get that bad again. Her place here mattered more to her than her hatred of me.That was fine. I could work with that, and I really didn’t want to make a scene just yet. I knew that Selena would mess up, she had to, and then Uncle would be finished with her.‘And then he’ll have us,’ Mia said. I wasn’t so sure, but I let her have her hope.I was excited to get back to training. Since my collap