All Chapters of Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LANA'S POVThe call with Norman had left me with more questions than answers. It was strange, hearing about the past from the sentries’ gossip. Apparently, three and a half years ago, Norman had made a huge, dramatic scene about rejecting Damon’s help. He’d resented “being sheltered,” and basically exiled himself to this remote outpost to “guard it alone.” It sounded less like noble duty and more like a very long, very dramatic sulk.

Lana's POV The air in the car was so thick with tension I could barely breathe. I could feel the heat of his body, the solid wall of his chest under my hands where I was braced against him. His face was so close, his eyes dark and stormy. I thought for sure he was going to kiss me again. And the terrible, honest truth was, I wouldn’t have pushed him away. A kiss felt like the only thing that might cut through this awful silence, the only way to make the angry heat i

Lana’s POV I stared at the screen, my blood running cold. It wasn't about my apartment. It was a text message. From Norman.{Hey Lana. Got some info you might find interesting. Dinner tomorrow, 8 pm?

Lana’s POVThe metallic scent of blood was a thick fog in the alley. I stood frozen, my scream still vibrating in my throat, staring at the dark shape on the ground. Sheila bent over, wiping her claws clean on the rogue’s own jacket. The motion was disturbingly casual, like cleaning a bit of dirt from a shoe.She straightened up, ran a hand through her perfectly tousled hair, and let out a short sigh, as if she’d just taken out the trash. She glanced at the club’s back door, then at me, her expression shifting from lethal focus to mild irritation.“Well, that was unpleasant,” she said, her voice almost drowned by the thumping bass still leaking from inside. She nodded toward the door. “Come on. Our night’s barely started. And I need a very strong drink.”My legs felt like water. “Sheila… he’s… you just…”“He was a rogue who threatened my best friend and called her a prostitute,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She hooked her arm through mine, her grip surprisingly gen

Lana’s POV The silence after Sheila’s call was a thick, suffocating thing. Damon didn’t say another word. He just watched me, his expression unreadable, as I picked at my food. I made a project of it, cutting my steak into impossibly small pieces, chewing each bite until it was paste. Anything to stretch the minutes, to delay the inevitable recko