All Chapters of My Uncle Alpha, My Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Rosie’s POVJason and I stood in front of our packs, hand in hand. Selena had found a beautiful dress for me to wear– frankly, she’d relished in wedding preparations, probably thrilled I was finally out of her hair.I'd already heard rumors from the female staff. It was as Mia had suspected; Jason was a womanizer through and through.Not unkind, just unfaithful and full of games. It wasn't what I would want in a marriage.We were here now, though, and there was nothing to do.I scanned the crowd for Uncle, who was lurking in the back, for Chris, who gave me an encouraging smile. There were so many faces I didn’t recognize either.Jason leaned in close as he slid my wedding band onto my finger. Everyone must have thought he was kissing my cheek, but he just didn’t want to be overheard.“Smile,” he said firmly, “I know you like Alpha Nikolas. I don’t care about that. This marriage will be good for both of us.”I smiled in spite of myself. At least he had agreed to give me the freedom an

Nikolas’ POVEverything moved in slow motion as I got ready to unleash Saint. I could feel his anger and excitement, having been so repressed this whole time.The air was coated in the heavy mist curling between the pines. Rogues poured from every shadow, their eyes menacing in the dying light. But I wasn't afraid, not of them. I carved through them with Saint’s precision, blade and claws moving as one, but my gaze never left the gap in the tree line ahead.I felt Marco ten paces behind, shielding Selena as if she were a precious thing. I had told him to treat her as Luna. The pack all respected her as that now that she had the token like she wanted. She would be safe in this, preserving the pack. And if this alliance with her pack saved Rosie, it would be worth the life I would have to live with her.When her weakness started holding him back, I wanted to snarl at him to leave her—but I didn’t have the luxury. Every second I lingered meant more rogues at my back and fewer breaths i

Rosie’s POVWhen my eyes opened, I was in the hospital wing. Sunlight spilled in through the tall windows, and the scent of clean linen and herbs in the air. My body still ached, but it was distant now, dulled to a low throb. How long had I been asleep?I couldn't tell.Then, I remembered my dream. The dream Uncle had insisted was not one. I turned over, and he was there.Uncle sat slouched in the chair beside my bed, his elbows braced on his knees, his head tipped forward slightly as if he’d been watching me even while I slept. Dark smudges shadowed his eyes, and there was a tension in his jaw I’d never seen quite like this. “You’re awake.” His voice was rough, as though it had been used too much in the past day—or not at all.“You stayed.” I came out husky and dry.“Of course I stayed,” he adjusted, leaning back in the chair with a slow exhale as if he had been holding his breath for days. I watched him with caution, unsure what to expect now.“I have things I need to tell you.