All Chapters of Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Lana's POV Norman's spy never left my side.At first it was just one, the weasel-faced wolf who followed me everywhere, pretending to be busy with inventory or messages. But after that moment in the corridor, when I'd slipped away from him for just a few minutes, the numbers multiplied.Now they were everywhere.Two of them during breakfast. Three during the afternoon preparations. By evening, I couldn't turn a corner without spotting one lurking, watching, reporting back to Norman. They were good at their jobs—subtle, discreet, never obvious. But I felt their eyes like a constant itch between my shoulder blades.All eyes on me. Watching every move. Every breath.So I acted. Smiled when Norman appeared. Nodded when he gave orders. Played the obedient pawn so perfectly that even I almost believed it. Every breath was a lie.---That night, the pack grounds blazed with torchlight. Sheila and Dave completed their mating bond in a ceremony both ancient and intimate. The elders chanted. T

Lana's POV The days after Dave's arrest blurred into a nightmare.Norman moved faster now. He'd watched the conflict escalate—me screaming at Damon, Dave dragged away in chains, Sheila's sobs echoing through the compound—and he believed he'd won. Believed he held every card.I saw it in the way he walked. Smugger. Lighter. Like a cat who'd already caught the mouse and was just playing before the kill.He started building his army openly. Radical wolves, discontented wolves, wolves who'd always resented Damon's rule—he gathered them in secret meetings, passed out coin and promises. I watched from windows, from shadows, from the corners he forced me to occupy. His soldiers multiplied overnight.And the surveillance tightened.More spies. Closer watches. They followed me to the bathroom, to meals, to sleep. Norman's eyes were everywhere, I felt them crawling on my skin like insects.He ambushed me one day as I stepped out of the small place that had become my prison. He emerged from the

Norman’s POV I sat in my chamber, fingers steepled, a cruel smile playing on my lips as the spy finished his report. Every detail – Damon's dramatic entrance, the passionate kiss, Lana's weakening resistance – painted a perfect picture in my mind.

Lana's POV The next day brought chaos.I was staying by Damon's side, my hand never leaving his. His breathing had steadied overnight, and the color was slowly returning to his face, but he hadn't woken yet

Lana's POV I held his gaze. That silent pressure he was putting on me—that last chance, that final offer—I wasn't going to give in to it. Not now. Not ever."I will NEVER be controlled again!" M