All Chapters of Accidentally Fell For My Ex's Uncle. The Dark Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Remi POVI woke up with the kind of smile that made my cheeks hurt. I lay there for a minute in the lumpy little cot, staring at the cracked ceiling of the shack Gemma had given me.Nero's scent was still all over me-earthy, smoky, that wild musk that clung to my skin like a secret.I hadn't washed it off. Didn't want to. Every time I moved, it hit me again and sent a warm flush through my chest.I pressed my nose to my shoulder and breathed it in, a stupid little giggle slipping out. God, I felt ridiculous. Happy. Like some lovesick kid instead of the girl who'd been fighting curses and chains and literal monsters.I rolled out of bed, pulled on my training clothes, and headed out into the misty morning. The air felt sharper today. Everything did.Gemma was already sipping something hot from a chipped mug. The old woman took one look at me and let out a loud cackle."Well, look at you, girl. Glowing like you swallowed the damn moon"I'm not glowing," I said."You walked in here smilin

Nero POVWe walked in tense silence at first, the forest floor soft with damp moss and fallen leaves crunching under our boots. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy in scattered golden shafts, birds calling overhead. The air smelled of pine and earth. After several minutes, Caya finally spoke without looking at me, her tone sharp.“So what’s so special about her, huh? That little night with her has you grinning like a lovesick fool even when you think no one’s watching. Can’t you see you’re doing good work with the Saints? The pay’s steady. The brotherhood’s real if you earn it. Why throw that away for some woman?” She continued . ". Drift's an idiot but he's a connected idiot — the operations we run get access to things most rogues never see." She looked at him sideways. "You could build something here. In these lands. With people who'd actually use you right."I kept my eyes fixed on the winding path ahead, low branches brushing against my broad shoulders. “Good work? I’m cha

At first light“Down here—fresh tracks,” Nero said, his voice low and steady as he held the lantern high. The flame flickered against the damp stone walls of the condemned shaft, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The air was thick with coal dust and the faint, metallic tang of fear. “They dragged someone this way not long ago. Look at the scuff marks. Smaller feet. Could be the girl.”Drift grunted from behind him, axe gripped tight. “Keep moving, then. We’ve been crawling through these rat holes for hours. If Voss’s daughter is still breathing, she won’t be for long if we dawdle.”Caya scanned the side passage they had forced open earlier. “The silk scrap matches what Voss described.. We’re close. Rook, watch the rear. No surprises.”Rook muttered, “This place feels wrong. Too quiet. Like the mines swallowed the screams already.”Nero led the way deeper, muscles coiled beneath his loose chains. He had studied Rook’s technique when the man had unlocked him back at camp—

Kade POV — the Moonstone PalaceThe flowers were slightly crooked.Little Piper had been walking down the aisle for forty seconds and had already made three stops to show people her basket, redistribute petals, and wave at the elder council with enough enthusiasm that Elder Maro had looked genuinely alarmed.Kade watched her from the altar and kept his face very neutral.Damon, beside him, was trying not to smile.Failing."The elder with the long coat looks like he's reconsidering attendance." Damon said, not moving his mouth much."He's been reconsidering this wedding since it was announced. Piper has nothing to do with it." Kade said.Piper arrived at the front, looked at her basket, looked at the floor where she'd apparently decided petals were supposed to go, and dumped the remaining half of them in one concentrated area directly in front of the altar.Then she looked up at Kade with the satisfied expression of a job completed."I did the flowers," she said."You did the flowers

Bram POvvThe cabin was quiet under the late-night sky. Only the occasional creak of settling wood and the distant hoot of an owl broke the silence. Remi had finally fallen asleep after hours of quiet tears, the letter from Kade clutched to her chest and Piper’s drawing tucked beneath her pillow.His gaze kept drifting toward the half-open cabin door. Through the gap he could see her silhouette on the narrow cot—curled on her side, one hand still loosely holding the folded letter even in sleep. Moonlight caught the dried tear tracks on her cheek. She looked smaller somehow. More fragile than the fierce woman who had trained until her hands bled or laughed with village children earlier that day.He stood halfway, an instinctive pull drawing him toward the doorway. He wanted to go inside, gently pry the letter from her fingers, maybe brush the hair from her face. Protect her from the ache, even if just for one night. His hand reached for the doorframe.Then he stopped himself cold, fis