All Chapters of Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damon’s POVShe looked at me like I had just said something that could pull the entire earth off its axis. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes narrowing in disbelief – half amused, half dazed, as if my words had knocked her balance a little. That look, damn, that look always did something to me. The corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile or an emotion.And just as I was about to push it further, my phone rang. A low vibration buzzed against the table, sharp enough to slice through the delicate tension that had wrapped around us.Lana’s gaze dropped to the screen, then back to me. “You should get that,” she said softly, voice like velvet but laced with an unspoken goodbye.She reached for her clutch, the movement elegant and fluid, but I knew that gesture—she was about to dash off. No explanations, no warnings, just her usual vanishing act that left my mind trailing after her scent.Before she could straighten up, I grabbed her wrist, not harshly, but firm enough to

Lana’s POV I stood there for a heartbeat, watching until Tia’s shrill voice faded into the distance and their silhouettes disappeared through the glass doors. A small, quiet satisfaction hummed through me. The kind that comes when justice has already been served by silence and presence alone.Then I felt him behind me, his shadow folding over mine, calm yet heavy with command.“Did they bully you?” Damon’s voice came, low and even, but the edge underneath was unmistakable.I turned halfway, catching the hard line of his jaw, the faint gleam of restrained fury still burning in his eyes. “I’m fine,” I said softly, brushing my hair back. “But you…what were you thinking, pulling a gun in public? In another pack’s territory? You know well that violates the Werewolves’ Covenant, which is a dedicated pact.”He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even pretend to be sorry. His gaze stayed locked on me, dark and deliberate.“You think I care about that?” His voice was measured, deep enough to curl around my

Lana’s POV The following day arrived like a sunrise that refused to hide its brilliance. The D-day of the Star-Moon Pack’s awards ceremony. My heart had barely slept the night before, a flurry of excitement, nerves, and that gnawing awareness that my name was, somehow, on the guest list. I’d never been invited to such an event before. And now… here I was, dressed in the satin blue gown Damon had given me, my reflection a mixture of awe and disbelief.The venue was dazzling. Gold banners fluttered from carved wooden beams; chandeliers shaped like crescent moons cast a soft glow over the marble floors. Everywhere I looked, werewolves moved with grace and poise, warriors, emissaries, and Alphas dressed in tailored uniforms and gowns that whispered wealth.I was led into one of the lounges reserved for female delegates. The scent of rose perfume and polished wood filled the air. Inside, two women, both striking, confident, and clearly from high-ranking packs in the Western region, sat ne

Lana’s POV The echoes of applause still lingered faintly in my mind long after the ceremony ended. The lights, the whispers, the way everyone’s eyes had followed me after that speech, it all replayed like a film stuck on loop. But now that it was all over, and I had finally returned to the quiet of my hotel suite, all that confidence I had worn like armor began to crack.The door clicked shut behind me. I dropped the elegant clutch from my hand, kicked off my heels, and tugged the pins out of my hair. My curls fell around my shoulders in disarray. My reflection in the mirror across the room looked… different — not the woman who had stood tall and spoken fearlessly before the council, but someone smaller, softer, stripped bare.I sank into the sofa with a long, trembling breath. My gown shimmered faintly under the warm lights, but my energy was gone. The adrenaline that had carried me through the day had finally burned out, leaving me hollow and aching.My mind replayed the voices of

Sheila’s POVI had decided to attend Tide Holdings' little celebration out of boredom since I was still in Star Moon pack. The air inside one of the event center’s private lounge shimmered with low jazz and amber light, the kind that made expensive sins feel justified. Crystal glasses clinked. Laughter rolled like smoke. I hadn’t planned on staying long; heightened boredom had dragged me to this private lounge, not curiosity.But then I saw him.Dave.He was standing by the window, hands in his pockets, the city’s silver skyline washing over his sharp profile. For a heartbeat, I considered walking away as I glanced at the closed door behind me.Then the corners of his lips twitched — a restrained, unreadable smirk.Oh, he saw me.I tilted my head, adjusting the strap of my satin dress deliberately slow, and walked toward him, heels clicking like an invitation I knew he couldn’t resist.“Didn’t think you’d show up,” he said without turning, voice low enough to graze against my skin.“D