All Chapters of Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lana’s POV His lips, holy shit!His lips claimed mine again and again, hard and desperate, as though kissing me was the only thing keeping him alive.A muffled whimper escaped me when his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer until I could taste the frustration on his breath. My pulse thundered wildly, and for one reckless second, I allowed myself to continue melting into him.But then…Lia stirred.My wolf’s sharp, guttural voice clawed through the haze clouding my mind.“Stay awake, Lana…” her growl was low and urgent. “Don’t let him take advantage of this. Not now. Not when you’re both engaged. Even if he’s our mate… even if we’ve been aching for him since the moment we scented him again… you can’t let this happen.”Reality slammed back like a bucket of icy water. My eyes flew open.“No,” I rasped, shoving both palms against his chest.Damon moved back slightly, his breath ragged and his dark gaze burning into me, but I didn’t wait. My shaking hands fumbled for the car doo

Lana's POV Then he smiled.I knew that smile. That mischievous little tilt of his lips, the one that screamed trouble without making a sound. Damon didn’t even bother to argue with me this time, he just gave me that lazy, devil-may-care look, dimples dipping faintly, and strolled casually toward the bathroom like he owned the place.My chest was rising and falling faster than I wanted it to despite him doing as I had asked, then came another knock.Knock. Knock.I swallowed, adjusted the hem of my nightgown, and forced my feet to move. When I finally opened the door, I was greeted by the warm, familiar presence of Sir Connor. His silver hair glimmered faintly under the hallway light, his sharp blue eyes crinkling kindly.“Ah, Lana, my dear,” he greeted with a soft smile. “I came to see how you’re settling in.”I stepped aside politely. “Yes, Sir Connor. Thank you. I… I appreciate your kindness.”He waved me off and stepped into the room, his commanding aura filling the space effortle

Chapter 15 Lana's POV Suppressing the irritation still bubbling inside me after the bouquet mix-up, I forced myself to dive back into work. Today, I couldn’t afford distractions. As the Cross-Tribal Resource Docking Coordinator, my responsibilities stretched far beyond my personal grudges. The welfare of the Moon Tide Pack rested heavily on my shoulders, and every signed document, every negotiated deal, was a step toward securing land, food supplies, and medical support for this pack and my displaced people.I leaned over my desk, poring over territorial boundary drafts and supply chain lists, trying to lose myself in logistics rather than Adelle’s smug face. But my mind betrayed me, wandering back to Damon, the flowers, and the messiness tangled around us. I inhaled deeply, steadying my thoughts, forcing my pen to stay on track.By lunchtime, my stomach growled louder than my conscience, and I finally pushed my chair back, stretching my aching shoulders. I was halfway out the door,

Lana's POV The message had barely vanished into the void before my phone buzzed.“Alright, I will be waiting at the old place.”A grin spread across my lips as I dropped the phone onto my desk, my heart already drumming with anticipation. I didn’t even need to reply, Issac always understood without words.By the weekend, I found myself standing at the edge of the Red Moon Arena, where the combat tournament was already in full swing. The atmosphere was chaos wrapped in exhilaration. Roars of warriors clashing on the field thundered through the air like rolling storms, their howls blending with the deafening cheers of the crowd. Every step I took into the stands was met with the overwhelming scent of sweat, roasted meat, and adrenaline. Warriors from different packs had gathered, their distinct scents mixing into a wild, intoxicating haze.People shouted praises, some cursed, others called out names of their champions, and I walked past them, weaving through bodies that vibrated with r

Lana's POV Damon didn’t give me a chance to protest or question his intentions. With his grip still firm around my wrist, he led me out of the corridor, past the murmuring crowd and flashing lights of the tournament arena, straight toward the black SUV parked in the restricted lane.He opened the passenger door and gave me a look, sharp, commanding, yet undecipherable. “Get in.”I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to argue, but my legs moved on their own. Sliding into the seat, I pulled the door shut and immediately felt the stifling weight of the silence between us.The air inside the car carried his inner scent, that slight but strong natural mix of cedarwood and cold steel, and it made my chest tighten involuntarily. He slipped into the driver’s seat without a word, the door clicking shut like the sealing of fate.Then, unexpectedly, he tossed something into my lap. A long, clean coat. “Wear this,” he said.I blinked, frowning, but still pulled it around my shoulders. As he