All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Harley’s P.O.V.The car had barely settled after the sudden stop when Conrad’s voice broke the uneasy silence.“There’s a massive log placed right in the middle of the road,” he said, peering through the windshield. “It’s not a problem. I’ll get down and move it.”Before he could unbuckle his seatbelt, Carlos leaned forward sharply. “Wait!”Conrad paused and looked back at him as Carlos continued, his eyes narrowing. His tone was low, edged with suspicion. “Why would there be a log here? There wasn’t any storm today. No strong winds. Nothing.”A cold shiver ran down my spine. Carlos and I looked at each other and spoke at once.“It’s a trap.”Carlos exhaled slowly, already reaching for the door. “Conrad, we go together. Let's check the surroundings first. It's our safest bet.”Then he turned to me, his gaze softening despite the tension burning in his eyes. “Harley, stay inside the car. Lock the doors. Don’t open them for anyone.I’ll be right back.”I nodded quickly, fear knotting

Harley’s P.O.V.The night market incident?Lycans attacked us there?The truth hit me like a slow, crushing wave. My chest tightened as the pieces finally aligned—the fire, the ambush, and the calculated chaos. The masked men who had tried to take my and my mate's life weren’t strangers or rogue attackers. They were my packmates. And that attack, the one I blamed on Henry, wasn’t random at all. It had been sanctioned by Alpha Demetri.My fingers curled into fists as realization burned through me. Lucian wasn’t completely wrong, but neither was Demetri.They had both let their personal vendettas rot into something monstrous, something that endangered everyone and not just themselves. Carlos seemed to reach the same conclusion at the same time. He straightened, his voice cutting through the tension with clarity and authority.“This rivalry is centuries old,” he said firmly. “And as leaders, you both failed your people and your family.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed, and Demetri stiffened as

Harley’s P.O.V.I had always thought strength meant clenched fists, sharp claws, and the ability to stand alone no matter how heavy the world became.That was how I was raised among the werewolves, where power was measured in muscle and dominance. You fought your own battles. You bled, healed, and moved on. Asking for help, especially from a witch, was whispered about like a shameful secret. Magic was for the weak, for those who couldn’t defend themselves.On the other hand, vampires were nothing like us. They lived on secrets and shadows, on mind games and rituals whispered in candlelight.Where werewolves trusted brute force, vampires trusted spells, contracts, and ancient magic older than any pack law. Calling a witch wasn’t a last resort for them; it was routine.And now here I was, sitting inside a salt circle like a fragile human, waiting for magic to decide my fate.I exhaled slowly, my palms resting against my knees as the cold grains of salt pressed into my skin. Candles sur

Harley’s P.O.V.I lay flat on the massive velvet bed, staring at the carved ceiling as if it might swallow me whole.My heart would not stop racing at all. Lucian stood near the window, arms crossed behind his back, his posture rigid despite the worry etched into his face. Alpha Demetri paced on the other side of the room like a caged beast, his boots thudding sharply against the marble floor. Freya hovered near the bedside, her fingers clenched together in silent prayer.And then there was me!The liar!A female doctor adjusted her spectacles and gently pressed the thermometer beneath my tongue. I obeyed without protest, my mind screaming louder than my heartbeat.“What have I done?”Well, my lie had worked too well, damn too well. The moment the words ‘I am pregnant’ left my mouth, centuries of hatred had frozen in place. Lucian had abandoned the fight instantly. Demetri, proud and feral, had followed him into the castle without a single protest, bloodthirsty rivals red

Harley’s P.O.V.Carlos had been pacing the room for so long that I lost count of his steps.Back and forth.Back and forth.The faint sound of his boots brushing the floor echoed in the otherwise silent chamber. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched, and every few seconds, he dragged a hand through his hair like he was trying to pull the answers out of his own thoughts.“Alpha Demetri still hasn’t sent a formal letter,” he finally said, his voice tight with worry. “But the message is clear. He will arrive at Grafburg within the next week.”My heart skipped painfully.“He’s planning a grand ceremony,” Carlos continued, stopping in front of the window. “A lycan ceremony, according to their traditions. He wants to formally welcome the lycan heir into the Dietor family.”Goddess!I rose from the couch immediately, dread curling in my stomach. “That’s bad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s really bad, Carlos.”He turned to look at me, his eyes dark.“This will start another war,” I ad