All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Step-Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

chapter 1

Zelda's POV “Zelda, for the last time, you and Claus are healthy,” Doctor Ray stated, his voice a calm tide against the storm brewing inside me. “But if you continue taking unprescribed drugs and engaging in… intimate relations, it will affect you.” His words, usually a dull thrum in the background of my anxieties, suddenly struck a chord. I remembered that night vividly. The doctor’s previous warning had echoed in my mind as Claus pulled me closer, his eyes alight with desire. I had pulled back, muttering something about not feeling well and about the doctor’s advice. He’d stormed off, a dark cloud of anger and I, ever the fool in love, had run after him, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. And then I saw it. A scene that played on an endless loop in the darkest corners of my mind, a tormenting film I wished I could rewind and erase. My eyes, please let them play tricks on me. Claus kissing Freya, his beta’s sister. Freya, who he’d insisted on making his assistant, brushe

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

chapter 2

Zelda's POV I bolted upright, a gasp catching in my throat. My head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat against my skull, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. The room was unfamiliar, the scent of a masculine cologne heavy in the air. Then I saw him. Bane Blackwood. My mate’s uncle. The man who was supposed to be Claus's rival, his enemy. He lay beside me, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, his breathing slow and even in sleep. “No,” I whispered, the word a desperate plea to the Moon Goddess. “Please, no.” My eyes darted to the duvet, a horrifying confirmation of my worst fears. It was thrown back, revealing my naked body, my thighs slick and slightly parted. I wanted to scream, to berate myself for my recklessness, for my foolish attempt to drown my pain in alcohol and lust. But there was no time for self-pity. I had to get out of here. Now before he woke up. I slid from the bed, my movements slow and deliberate, each muscle screaming in protest. My body ach

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

chapter 3

Zelda's POV I gasped, ending the call abruptly. My heart hammered against my ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Start a war? That was exactly what I would be doing if I confessed my secret to Bane. The truth, raw and terrifying, threatened to overwhelm me. I was pregnant with his child, yet I was Claus's mate. The realization was a tidal wave, pulling me under and suffocating me with its implications. There was no turning back now. Claus had already announced the pregnancy to everyone. My life that was once predictable had veered wildly off course. I was caught between two powerful men, a pawn in a game I didn't even understand. A grand celebration. The words echoed in my mind like a cruel mockery of my inner turmoil. I had to face them all, pretend to be the blissful mother-to-be, the devoted mate. The thought made me sick. I stood before the mirror, my reflection was a stranger. The white dress, chosen by Claus, clung to my curves and a contrast to the darkness swirlin

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

chapter 4

Zelda's POV The air in the Blackwood estate didn’t smell like the heavy, suffocating cologne and expensive cigars of Claus’s penthouse. Here, it smelled of cedar, old books, and the sharp, ozone crispness of a coming storm.I stood in the center of the foyer, my fingers white-knuckled around the strap of my single duffel bag. I had left everything else behind—the jewelry Claus bought me, the dresses that were too tight, the life that was a lie.Bane stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette cutting a jagged, lethal line against the twilight. He didn’t look at me as a lover would. He didn’t even look at me as a person. He looked at me like a strategist looks at a winning piece on a chessboard."The East Wing is yours," he said, his voice a low, melodic vibration. "It has its own entrance, a private library, and a medical suite. My staff has been briefed. You are not to be disturbed unless you request company.""And the credit card?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my be

Last Updated : 2026-03-09

chapter 5

Claus's POV The boardroom of Brooks Enterprises didn’t smell like the future; it smelled like dust, old parchment, and the stagnant breath of dying men.I sat at the head of the mahogany table, watching the Pack Elders bicker. They were relics, their graying furs and trembling hands a testament to a world that was supposed to be mine. Across from me, an empty chair mocked me—the seat that belonged to my father, Raymond, who was too busy coughing up his lungs in a darkened room to defend his son’s birthright."The shift is undeniable," Elder Hakan wheezed, tapping a gnarled finger on a high-resolution photo of Zelda’s neck. "The mark left by Bane Blackwood isn't a mere bite. It’s glowing, silver-rimmed. The Moon Goddess herself has reached down and rewritten the bond."I forced a smile, the kind of polished, charismatic expression I’d practiced in mirrors since I was twelve. Inside, I wanted to tear Hakan’s throat out."The Moon Goddess is fickle, Hakan," I said, my voice smooth as age

Last Updated : 2026-03-09

chapter 6

Bane’s POV The air in the Brooks territory was stagnant, smelling of iron and antiseptic even before I crossed the threshold of the manor. It was a dying house, clinging to the fading echoes of a power it no longer possessed. My brother’s pack—my father’s legacy—had become a hollowed-out shell, a contrast to the razor-sharp efficiency of my own corporate holdings.As I stepped onto the marble floors, the Beta, a man named Silas who had served my father before us, was already waiting. His face was a mask of strained neutrality. He didn’t offer a hand; he simply turned, his boots clicking rhythmically as he led me toward the Alpha’s private quarters."He’s been asking for you," Silas said, his voice low. "The fever has taken most of his mind, but he remains obsessed with the succession."I didn’t respond. I didn't have to. We both knew why I was here. This was a trial, a formal reckoning for the "theft" of a mate. But before we could reach the heavy oak doors of the master suite, the

Last Updated : 2026-04-05

chapter 7

Bane’s POV I stood in the center of the cell, the silver-lined shackles biting into my wrists, suppressing my wolf until my veins felt like they were filled with crushed glass.The sound of the assault above had shifted. The rhythmic gunfire was replaced by the wet, frantic sounds of close-quarters slaughter. Then, the heavy reinforced door at the end of the corridor buckled.A concussive blast blew the hinges inward. Through the smoke, the masked invaders poured in. They moved with a predatory silence that chilled even my blood. They weren't looking for me. They moved past my cell with a chilling indifference, their blades finding the throats of the Brooks guards who had just finished locking me away."Silas! Release the dampeners!" I roared over the din.The Beta was pinned against the far wall by a masked giant. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a sudden, horrific realization. He reached for the remote on his belt, but a blade found his shoulder first. He dropped the device. I

Last Updated : 2026-04-07

chapter 8

Claus’s POV The office was dimly lit, smelling of the expensive oak and the metallic tang of the ritual I had performed only hours prior. The door didn't just open; it was thrown back on its hinges. Paul stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a frantic energy."Claus," he gasped, his voice cracking. "It’s done. But it’s... it’s worse than we thought."I didn’t move from my chair. I let the silence stretch, savoring the control I had over the room. "The ritual worked? Is Freya’s womb responding?""The ritual is the least of it," Paul said, stepping forward, his hands trembling as he gripped the edge of my desk. "Your father. The Head Alpha. He’s dead."I felt a momentary flick of something—not grief, but a cold, clinical curiosity. I had given his blood to the witch, but I hadn't expected the tether to snap so violently. "Explain.""A rogue invasion," Paul said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Total chaos at the ancestral estate. Masked men, tactical precision. The per

Last Updated : 2026-04-08

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