Semua Bab Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lana’s POV My ears burned like fire the instant his words sank in. “S-sleeping with you?” I stammered, staring at him in disbelief. My cheeks were probably scarlet, but it was my ears that betrayed me most, they throbbed hot, giving me away completely. I folded my arms across my chest, trying to act composed.“Be serious, Damon.”He didn’t even blink. Instead, he took one slow, deliberate step closer, shrinking the little distance between us. His presence pressed down like a storm about to break. “Why?” His voice was low, steady, teasing. “You don’t need to be shy, Lana. You should know by now that ‘thank you’ isn’t enough.”My eyes narrowed, but my pulse drummed louder in my ears. “Enough is enough. I already said I won’t push you away. That’s more than enough thanks for what you did.”He smirked. “Is it?”“Yes!” I snapped, jabbing a finger toward him. “Don’t expect me to cook for you, polish your shoes, or—” I hesitated, flustered, “—or jump into your bed just because you helped

Lana’s POV Subconsciously, my gaze flickered toward Damon. He was leaning back casually in his seat, his hand resting on the stem of a wine glass he hadn’t touched in a while. The candlelight caught on his sharp features, making him look both dangerously aloof and impossibly magnetic.He tilted his head slightly, eyes locking on mine as though he could read every unspoken thought swirling in me. “Why do you look so gloomy all of a sudden?” His voice was low, but it cut through the chatter and laughter like it was meant for my ears alone.I froze, my lips parting, but nothing came out. My chest tightened, betraying me. For a heartbeat, I could only sit there, caught in his gaze. Then, forcing air into my lungs, I shook my head and managed, “It’s nothing.”But even I knew the lie sounded thin.The dinner eventually wound down, the air thick with satisfaction and excitement over the signed contract. My colleagues kept showering Damon with thanks until the very last moment. When everyon

Lana’s POV The morning sun was barely spilling through the heavy curtains when a loud, booming voice shattered the fragile quiet.“Damon! Damon!”I stirred, blinking against the dim light. Damon groaned beside me, one arm thrown across his eyes. His voice was rough, low, still thick with sleep. “Damn, Norman…”I knew that voice too. Norman had a way of calling someone’s name like he was summoning them to war though he fidgets upon facing Damon.Damon pushed himself upright, running a hand over his face. I followed suit, sitting up on the edge of the bed. My feet sank into the soft rug as I reached for my robe. He muttered something under his breath, then swung his legs to the floor.We went downstairs together, the scent of wood polish and early morning air filling the wide hallway. Damon’s gait was easy, unhurried, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his annoyance. Norman was already in the foyer, arms crossed, wearing that crooked grin of his.“Finally,” Norman said, mock-exa

Lana’s POV Heat rushed to my cheeks. My lips parted in disbelief. “Unbelievable,” I whispered aloud. My fingers hovered above the keyboard, torn.Finally, I muttered at the phone, “No need.” The words sounded weak even to me.And yet… a minute later, I found myself typing out the auction time and sending it to him.When I pressed send, a smile tugged at my lips despite myself.“I can’t believe it,” I whispered into the stillness of the night. “My head wants something else, but my heart… my heart refuses to stay away. It wants him too.”I forced myself to stop thinking about Damon. Stop thinking about the warmth of his hands on my waist or the fire he stirred with just one look. This wasn’t the time. I had a goal, and the Star-Moon auction was a step toward it. So, I turned away from the window, took a steadying breath, and opened my closet.My fingers worked mechanically, pulling out a few essentials – dark coats, a simple dress, travel-sized toiletries. I stacked them neatly on the

Lana’s POV The following evening arrived bathed in amber light, the kind that kissed the skyline and bled into gold before giving way to night. It was the post-auction dinner, an elegant affair hosted by the Star-Moon Pack’s elite to celebrate what they called “the night of rare treasures.” For me, it was simply another test of composure in a world where every look carried hidden meaning.Damon stood beside me as we entered the grand ballroom. His arm was locked with mine, steady and commanding, the kind of presence that demanded both respect and silence wherever he walked. I could feel the warmth of him even through the tailored fabric of his suit. He exuded effortless control, the kind that made others clear a path without being told.I matched his stride, my silver heels tapping softly against the marble floor. The gown I wore shimmered under the chandeliers—black velvet threaded with intricate embroidery of a silver wolf totem curling across my side. The design caught the light l