Todos os capítulos de Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Dave's POV The stupid string quartet was still playing. I could hear the faint, happy notes drifting from the ballroom all the way to the private lounge. It felt like a mockery. Everything was cold, her soft skin under my white-knuckled grip, the night air slipping through the window, the champagne flute sitting forgotten on the table beside the couch behind me. But none of it was as cold as the look in Sheila’s eyes.I’d finally done it. After six years of being her shadow, her reliable, restrained Dave, I’d grabbed her wrist and poured my guts out. My heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. I could feel my breath coming in these short, ragged little puffs. And my eyes… damn it, they were wet. I blinked fast, staring at her.And that’s when I saw it. It wasn’t surprise. It wasn’t confusion. It was this flat, almost bored resignation. It was the look you give a puppy that’s peed on the rug again. And in that one look, I saw the end of the six-year-long hope I’d been clingi

Lana's POV By the time we reached his car, a new different kind of heat began to spread through my veins, a slow, insistent fire that had nothing to do with my wounds. The drug Dora had forced down my throat was waking up.In the car, my head lolled against the seat. I watched his profile —the hard line of his jaw clenched tight, his hands firm on the steering wheel — as he drove at a terrifying speed. But the fear was distant, smothered by this new, crawling need. All I could think about was the heat of his skin where his sleeve was rolled up. I wanted to touch it.The fire became a flood, drowning out the pain, the fear, everything. A low, desperate sound escaped my lips. My control, already paper-thin, shredded completely.My hand, trembling and weak, reached across the console. My fingers brushed the side of his neck.He flinched as if I’d burned him. “Lana, don’t.”But I couldn’t stop. I clung to his arm, my touch becoming more active, more desperate, my nails scraping lightly o

Dave's POV For a long second, Sheila just stared at me. Her mouth, usually so quick with a cutting remark, was slightly open. No sound came out. Her eyes were wide, the sharp, clever glint in them gone, replaced by something I hadn’t seen in years… shock. Maybe even a flicker of fear. My words—I’m yours for life—hung in the air between us, a challenge and a promise she couldn’t just brush off.I held her gaze, my wolf stirring with a low, satisfied rumble in my chest. Finally. Finally, she sees us. To keep my hands from shaking, I snagged a glass of wine from a waiter gliding past. I took a slow sip, the bitter red liquid doing nothing to calm the fire in my veins. I didn’t look away from her. I wanted to remember this, the one time I’d truly rendered Sheila Silverman speechless.Then my phone buzzed in my pocket, a harsh, modern interruption. I almost ignored it, but the Alpha-in-training part of my brain kicked in. I pulled it out, my eyes still locked on Sheila. The screen flashe

Lana’s POV The look on his face said it all. That little smirk, the fire in his eyes—he knew. He knew that after the drug had worn off, in the deep, quiet part of the night, I’d said those words to him. I’d spoken willingly. My sober self had been buried under layers of exhaustion and something else, something scarier… a feeling of being safe. And he’d heard it. Now, in the harsh light of morning, he was starving to hear it again. He was a man dying of thirst, and my confession was his only water.But I couldn’t. Saying it now, with my head clear and my shame wide awake, felt like tearing my own heart out and handing it to him.“I really, really need the toilet,” I pleaded, my voice shaking. I tried to push past him, but my struggling just made me press closer, my legs accidentally clamping around his waist as he held me.His eyes went from hot to molten. The playful teasing was gone, replaced by a raw, intense need that stole the air from my lungs.“Damon, please,” I cried, the tear

Dave's POV A chuckle bubbled up in my chest, then burst out of me—a loud, astonished sound that echoed in the quiet dining room. I slapped my good hand on the table, making the silverware jump.“She’s jealous!” I said the words, feeling incredible in my mouth. “She’s actually jealous! All this time, all I had to do was get with another woman, and it finally got a real reaction out of her!”The world suddenly looked different. The colors were brighter. The weight I’d been carrying for six years felt lighter. This was the key. This was the crack in her icy armor.I started pacing, my mind racing a mile a minute. “Okay, okay. So next time she tries to give me the cold shoulder, I’ll just… I’ll mention running into that girl from last night. Or maybe I’ll show up to the next pack gathering with someone on my arm. Yeah! I’ll make sure she sees. I’ll—”“Dave.”Damon’s voice cut through my planning, cold and flat, like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. I stopped pacing and looked a