All Chapters of Accidentally Fell For My Ex's Uncle. The Dark Alpha: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Nero POVThe message refused to leave my hand.The rough white cloth rested across my palm as my horse carried us along the winding forest road. Every few minutes my eyes drifted back to the words burned into the fabric.You're already too late.Stop chasing me.Or I'll harm one of your companions.The letters seemed darker every time I looked at them.Ahead of us, the road curved between towering pines. Evening light filtered through the branches, painting long shadows across the dirt path.The only sounds were the steady rhythm of hooves and the distant cries of birds settling in for the night."Alright." Rook finally broke the silence. "I've had enough."I didn't look up. He pointed at me. "You're being weird."Caya smirked. "He has been since the little girl gave him that towel."I folded it and slipped it inside my coat. "It was nothing."Rook snorted. "You've read 'nothing' at least twenty times.You've got eyes, not dementia.""I was making sure I read it correctly." I ignored

Kade POV“Another grain shortage in the southern villages,” Damon said, sliding the report across the table. “Three more requests for soldiers arrived this morning.”I rubbed my temples. “Approve the grain. Tell the captains to rotate the eastern patrols instead. We can’t stretch the men any thinner.”Abel pushed the door open with his shoulder, balancing a tray of bread, cheese, and steaming tea. “You two look like you’ve aged ten years since breakfast.”Piper darted past his legs, chasing a pale blue butterfly that had somehow wandered into the council room. Her laughter bounced off the high stone walls. For a moment the place almost felt normal—like the kingdom wasn’t balanced on a knife edge and the throne behind me wasn’t empty.Then the palace horns sounded.One blast.Two.Three.The butterfly landed on the windowsill. Piper froze. Abel’s tray nearly slipped. Damon’s hand found mine under the table and squeezed once.A guard burst through the doors, armor clattering, face pale.

Abel PoV I barely had her leggings halfway down her thighs when Sorian’s hand shot up, fisted in the front of my shirt, and yanked me forward so hard I almost lost my balance.“You think you’re in charge here, little prince?” Her voice was low, rough, the same tone she used when a recruit mouthed off on the training field. “You locked the door. You started peeling my clothes off. But I decide how this goes.”My pulse slammed against my throat. The notorious flirt everyone still thought I was would have laughed and made a joke. The man who’d fallen for the most dangerous woman in Moonstone only grinned, slow and dark.“Yes, Commander.”She shoved me back a step, stood, and finished kicking the leggings off herself. Boots followed. Then she was completely bare in the middle of my chambers, afternoon light gilding every hard line of muscle, every scar, every place I wanted my mouth. She didn’t cover herself. She never did. Sorian looked at me like she was deciding whether to fuck me or

Nero POVI pushed the horse harder than I should have through the final mountain pass. The animal’s sides heaved its breathing coming in heavy bursts, but I kept my hands loose around the reins and pushed it forward. One day. That was all that separated me from Remi. One more day, and I would see her again, and the curse already felt like it was chewing through the last of my control.My hands still trembled occasionally, especially when I gripped the reins for too long, and every few minutes my vision blurred around the edges before clearing again.I had been riding alone since leaving Caya and Rook, and the silence had become almost unnatural. There were no familiar voices breaking through the thoughts constantly circling my head.By late afternoon, I reached a remote waystation built between two mountains, little more than a weather-beaten stable, a stone building, and a handful of wooden shelters for travelers who were desperate enough to stop there. Smoke curled from a crook

Remi POVI woke before the sun.For several seconds, I simply stared at the wooden ceiling above me, listening to the faint crackle of the dying fire and the soft wind brushing against the shutters. I pressed a hand against my chest. My heart was beating too fast.“Nero,” I whispered.The name left my lips before I even knew I was thinking it.Parrot stopped pacing. He's close.I sat up. “What?”He's coming.A strange warmth spread through my chest, followed by a pull so faint I almost dismissed it. It wasn't a scent. It wasn't a sound. It was something deeper, something that seemed to stretch beyond the mountains and the forests between us.Nero was coming back. I didn't know how I knew. I simply did.A loud knock suddenly rattled my door. “Remi!”I nearly jumped out of bed.The door swung open before I could answer, and Gemma burst inside with her hair half braided, cheeks flushed from running, and a grin so wide it made me immediately suspicious.“Get dressed!”I blinked at her. “G