Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Ex's Uncle : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Harley’s P.O.V. Next morning, I adjusted the crisp white polo shirt, still not believing that it was real. The logo of the exclusive Redwood Pines Golf club gleamed on the left side of my chest like a brand. A shiny, too-good-to-be-true promise. “First day?” The front desk manager asked as he handed me a list of tee times. “Yes, Sir!” I responded steadily as he gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Just smile, carry the clubs, and make polite conversations. You will do great.” The tips of my fingers tingled, a telltale sign, my instincts were stirring, but I pushed it down. I really needed this job. The clients on the field were pleasant, even charming. Wealth dripped from their words, their watches, and their perfectly manicured swings. One gentleman named Logan, around forty-five years old, was paired with me by the third hole. He was clean-shaven, but rugged in a polished sort of way. His expensive perfume could be smelled from a mile way, screaming money. “So,” he said as I han

Harley’s P.O.V.The echo of Carlos’s calm and steady Alpha tone in my head soothed my taut muscles, offering me relief. I was pretty stumped how a man could have so much effect on me on such a short period. However, an exchange of loud, guttural growls spiked my pulse, activating my survival instincts. I inched towards the ditch, crouching low behind the bushes to be invisible. Hiding in the bushes was a softer bet!I had deleted Carlos’s number and after burning all the bridges, there was no option left. My inability to remember phone numbers left me alone in this critical condition.Gazing intently, I spotted wolves fighting nearby, tearing each other apart. Their technique and a black mark across their eyes showed their identity. They were the border guards of the Crystal River Pack, roaming in the human town’s forest. Being next to a wolf pack, this city wasn’t safe from the supernatural creatures. It was again the victim of a violent, territorial, and dangerous fight as whoeve

Harley’s P.O.V.Once Conrad walked out through the front door, the bar’s energy slowly returned to normal, but my mood didn’t. I was still finding it hard to believe that Carlos didn’t send him to me. His silent promises, intense gaze, and gentle care were carved on my soul. It felt like he was truly concerned about me. Feeling perplexed, I was still staring after Beta Conrad when Derek leaned against the wall again. His mouth twisted in something between amusement and annoyance.“That guy is a walking spreadsheet!” He muttered, “No offense, BTW.”I managed a weak laugh in response, but the ache in my chest lingered. Derek looked at me closely with his inquisitive, detective eyes, questioning me. “Are you okay, Whisker? Why did you ask if Alpha Carlos sent him?”I averted my gaze avoid his intense glare, busying myself with stacking glasses. “No reason. I just thought …”As Derek was my friend, I briefed him about Alpha Carlos’s role in my life. Surprisingly, he knew more about my

Harley’s P.O.V.The sun had barely dipped behind the treetops, casting the soft golden haze across the back lot of the Moon Bar. The sweat still clung to my skin as I loaded the last crate into the van. My arms ached, but it felt good to work hard, moving, doing something instead of thinking too much about Carlos.Derek stood beside me, loosening the collar of his button-down, grinning like we were on a vacation instead of busting our asses. He was briefing me about his plan to settle scores with Ella and Xander when it hit me, that feeling so heavy and primal. Like, a pair of eyes boring into my skin from somewhere unseen. I froze, hand halfway to the next crate. The back of my neck prickled, coasting a shiver down my spine. I looked over my shoulder and found nothing. Even the road before the bar was empty, returning my thoughts to the rusted dumpsters and our van. But still, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched by something wild and caged, pacing just out of the sigh

Harley’s P.O.V.A volcano of fury erupted in my chest, burning me inside out. I stood there, soaked and trembling, wine dripping from the hem of my skirt.Raging in fury, I stepped forward, wine squelching in my shoes. “Are you out of your mind? What do you want from me, Ella?You already took Xander from me. What else is remaining?”Ella blinked slowly, feigning innocence. “You aren’t in the position to give me anything, Harley darling. And I took Xander? Nope! He came to me willingly. Maybe if you hadn’t been so busy trying to fix everyone else’s mess, you would’ve noticed your own husband was bored to death.”Her presumptuous statement added fuel to the fire of my anger, I warned her.“Then you are just a plaything Xander used for his boredom, Ella. But what’s done is done.I won’t let it slip. You can’t pour wine over me and act like its nothing.”As I threatened to reveal her vileness, Ella’s expressions hardened. “See, you are the same lying Harley who plays victim the minute