Todos os capítulos de My Mate Chose My Best Friend, So His Uncle Claimed Me: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The same words. The same proposal.For a moment, the study room seemed to disappear around me. Instead, I saw moonlight spilling over fractured stone. The old garden, located at the outskirts of the military camp... where the secrecy between my former mate and me began...The memory returned with unsettling clarity. It was so vivid that I could almost hear the distant chirping of crickets again and feel the cool midnight breeze brushing against my skin. Lucretius leaned against the broken column as his eyes watched me like a predator who already knew his prey would walk straight into his trap."Y-You want me... in exchange for helping me for vengeance?""Marriage."The words had sounded just as impossible then as they did now. I remembered the way he had tilted my chin upward that night, his voice low and dangerous as he spoke of power, protection, and vengeance.A contract. An alliance. Everything I was... in exchange for everything he could offer.Back then, the garden had felt

"My lady?"I blinked.The courtyard rushed back into focus. Voices overlapped. Footsteps echoed against stone. The stable rhythm of work returned all at once, pulling me sharply out of my thoughts.For a brief moment, I did not recognize where I was. But then, the trade house and shipments slapped me to reality.I inhaled slowly, forcing the lingering weight of my thoughts down where they belonged. "Yes?" I said, turning toward the voice. It was one of the senior handlers, his expression carefully neutral, though there was a faint crease between his brows. "We were waiting for your confirmation, my lady," he said, gesturing toward the row of crates beside him. Right. Work. I stepped forward, grounding myself in the familiar routie as I crouched beside the nearest crate. My fingers moved automatically as I began to check the seal, the latch, the markings burned into the wood. Everything appeared intact and unremarkable. As it should be."Open it," I said. The handler gave a qui

By the time I freshened up and finished dressing, the silence of the room had settled too deeply. It was the kind of silence that did not belong in an unfamiliar place. It lingered and waited. It was as if it already knew me. That thought alone unsettled me more than I cared to admit. I exhaled softly before reaching for the door. The moment it opened, a long corridor stretched before me. It was bathed in soft natural light that filtered through tall windows along one side. The air was cooler here, carrying a faint scent of polished wood and something faintly floral. I stepped out slowly and carefully. My gaze moved across the space, taking in every detail as I walked.The architecture...The arrangement of the furniture...The spacing between doors...There was nothing overly extravagant, yet everything spoke of deliberate design. Of quiet authority. My steps slowed as a faint crease formed between my brows as I continued forward, my gaze sweeping across the hallway again. This

The moment his lips crashed against mine, everything had stopped. No thought. No hesitation. No restraint. Just... him. And something inside me answered. It was as if my body had already made the decision long before my mind could catch up. My fingers curled into the fabric of his coat, pulling him closer without meaning to—without thinking—without stopping.And that was all it took. A low, rough sound slipped from him. It was something between a breath and a restrained groan like approval, like something he had been holding back for far too long. My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew I should have pushed him away. I should have... but I didn't.I couldn't.Because the moment his hand tightened at my jaw, steadying me, deepening the kiss just slightly, my wolf surged in recognition. In longing. In something that felt dangerously close to relief. My breath hitched against him, my grip tightening as if grounding myself in something real and solid or something I had lost too m

My grip on his wrist tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough that he would feel it. That I was still there. That I hadn't walked away. I lowered my gaze because I couldn't look at him. Not when everything inside me felt like it was slipping out of my control and not when it was getting harder to pretend I didn't understand what he meant. My thumb unconsciously caressed against his skin. "I don't..." My voice faltered as I swallowed and tried again. "I don't know how to do this." The admission was barely above a whisper, but it felt louder than anything I had said before. Because I knew it was real. It wasn't defensive. It wasn't a shield. It was just... me.Just for once.The silence that followed wasn't heavy this time. It was... different like something had changed between us. It was like something fragile had been placed carefully in the space we kept breaking over and over again.Lucretius didn't pull away. He didn't even press closer either. He just stared there