All Chapters of Accidentally Fell For My Ex's Uncle. The Dark Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Remi POV"Bring the witch." Nero called it out loud. For the creatures to hear.Through the bond he said something completely different.Do not bring her outside. Take Sera to my chambers. East window. Direct line to the front courtyard. That's where she works from. They may know about her. Don't let them see her.I felt Abel receive it. Confirm it.A minute passed.Then through the south gate — a figure in black. Cloaked. Moving toward the front line.Not Sera.The decoy. A lower witch covered to look like Sera. Part of the plan.The real Sera — somewhere above us in my husband's quarters, working from a window, drawing power from the blood moon.My runes pulsed when the figure passed me. A faint flicker.Not recognition. Absence. Whatever warmth I felt near Sera — the energy of the real powerful witch — this figure didn't carry it.Smart, Parrot said.Through the walls I heard the creatures react to the figure's appearance. Their language I now understood flowing through the howling

Kade POVIsolde moved through it fast. Her beta senses working better in the enclosed space. Scent concentrated. Direction clear."He's not running," she said quietly. "He's walking. Controlled pace.""He knows we're following.""Yes." She slowed slightly. "Which means he's comfortable with it.""Which means—""Trap," she confirmed. "But the scent goes through. The right-foot man is ahead. Whatever's waiting is ahead too." She looked back. "Your call."I thought about the bond. About Nero at the front line. About the creatures at the walls."We keep going," I said. "We need him. Whatever's ahead we deal with."She nodded. Moved forward.We should have turned back.We both knew we should have turned back.We kept going.The end of the tunnel.She stopped walking.I took two more steps before I realized she'd stopped. Turned.She was looking at the walls."These marks," she said. Quietly. Her hand near but not touching the stone.I looked.Scratch marks. In the stone. Recent. The kind y

Remi POV"My precious Olandria." The Chimera’s voice changed when he said it.Just enough."Come with me. Willingly. Let me complete what Olandria started. Let me wake what's sleeping in your bloodline. Let me finish what she gave everything to build." His voice was almost gentle. "You'll have power beyond anything you've felt. You'll understand everything. And your sister lives. Your pack lives. Everyone you love lives."The mask hid his face but his voice gave him away. The grief in it. Not performed. Not strategic. Real. Old. The kind of grief that had been carried so long it had become load-bearing. Something he'd built the last fifty years on top of."It wasn't supposed to be like this," he said. "You were supposed to come to me. Ready. Willing. Understanding what you are and what we could—""She's dead," I said.He stopped."Olandria is dead," I said. Harder. "Whatever you think you're bringing back — it's not her. It's me. And I am nothing like what you lost."Silence."You do

Nero Pov continued "Impressive," The proxy chimera said. Like we'd done a trick worth noting. "But." He looked at Remi. "Last chance. Come willingly. Or I start making choices about this throat.""Don't," Isolde said.Everyone looked at her.She was looking at Remi. Not at me. Not at the fang. At Remi."Don't," she said again. Clear. Steady. All the shaking gone. "Don't you dare come with him for me. Don't you dare."Remi was crying.Silently. Completely."Isolde—""I'm serious." Her eyes held Remi's. "You know what you are. You know what's in you. Don't waste it on me." She almost smiled. Something that looked like their grandmother in it. "I'll be fine.""You're bleeding—""I'll be fine," she said again. Decided. Final.I looked at Remi.Her face.I looked at the proxy.He saw me reading the situation. Making a new calculation.He started moving.Not toward us. Away. Toward the east passage. The tunnel entrance. Taking Isolde with him. The creatures — the ones still standing — clos

Remi POv continued "Get out," I said.Silence."I said get out. I don't want—"Hands.His hands was over mine. Both of them. Stopping the cloth completely. No words. No explanation. Just stopping."Stop," he said quietly."Let me go.""No.""Let me—""Remi." His hand tightened over mine. Not forcing. Just. There. Solid. "Stop."I fought it. Tried to keep going. Couldn't.He held my hands still in the water.I was shaking. I hadn't noticed until he was close enough that I could feel I was shaking and he wasn't."I slapped you," I said.He said nothing."You should have left—"He said nothing and reached over and turned the water off."You're freezing," he said."I didn't notice."He reached past me and closed the window. The cold air cut off.Then he lifted me out of the bath.I didn't fight it. My legs weren't reliable and he knew that and he didn't say anything about it.He set me on the stool. Found the dry cloth. Started with my hair. Careful. The way you were careful with somethi