All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Biker Uncle : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Allene’s POVDarkness isn’t empty. That’s the first thing I remember. It breathes. It shifts. It watches.At first I thought I was sleeping, a heavy, endless sleep without dreams. The kind that swallows pain and memory alike. But slowly, something began pressing at the edges of my awareness, like fingers dragging across water.Then the dreams came.I stood in a forest I didn’t know.The trees were impossibly tall, their trunks pale as bone and their leaves silver instead of green. Moonlight bled through the branches even though there was no sky above me — only a vast glowing haze, like the world itself was made of night.The ground was cold beneath my bare feet.Too cold.I walked because I felt pulled to. Not by sound. Not by scent. But by recognition. I didn't know how that was possible. The universe recognized me.I kept walking towards the pull, and then I saw it.At first I thought it was a mountain.A massive white shape in the distance, unmoving, silent, ancient. Then it brea

Allene’s POVI was getting full recovery. In fact I felt like I was optimum but the doctors think they still needed to watch me some more so Draven had ordered me to stay in bed and get the most rest.One morning I woke up and realized I could breathe without feeling like my ribs were splintering from the inside. Another day, I stood without dizziness. A week later, I walked across the hall without someone hovering nervously behind me as if I might collapse into dust.The pack had expected me to heal slowly. They had expected me to suffer tremendously from losing my connection to my former mate. They already suspected the suck ess was duryti dissolution of the bond. Instead, I was returning faster than anyone anticipated and I was flourishing without the bond.The nightmares still came sometimes, lashes of white fur, a woman beside a giant wolf, whispers I could never quite remember after waking, but even those no longer left me trembling. They lingered like echoes rather than wounds.

Alpha Amari’s POVThe door shut behind Leonard with more force than necessary. The echo lingered through the corridor long after his footsteps faded.I remained where I stood in my study, staring at the closed mahogany door as though I could still see through it, see the storm brewing inside my son’s mind.Reckless, Emotional, Dangerously predictable.A slow smile tugged at the corner of my lips.Behind me, the crackle of the fireplace filled the silence.“You should not have done that.”My mate’s voice was calm, but I knew her well enough to hear the concern threaded beneath it.I turned slightly, watching the flames dance across the hearth before finally facing her.She stood near the tall windows overlooking Silverfang territory, her arms folded loosely across her chest. Even after all these years, she still carried herself with the quiet grace of a Luna who understood power was not always loud.“Not done what?” I asked mildly.“Released part of his inheritance.”Ah. That.She cros

Draven’s POVThe summons arrived at dawn.A silver-crested envelope, sealed with the mark of the Alpha Council, delivered by one of their neutral couriers who did not meet my eyes as he handed it over.That alone unsettled me.The Council did not summon Alphas lightly. And they certainly did not summon us without stating the reason. I was no longer a rogue to be called upon without reason.I broke the seal in my study, Katie watching from across the room. Her sharp eyes scanned my face as I read.“You’re being called?” she asked.“Yes.”“For what?”“It doesn’t say.”Her lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s never good.”No. It wasn’t.The Council prided itself on transparency, at least on the surface. A silent summons meant something delicate. Political. Dangerous.I folded the parchment slowly.“Prepare the riders,” I ordered. “We leave within the hour.”Katie tilted her head slightly. “You’re taking me?”“Yes.”If this was political maneuvering, I would need someone perceptive at m

Draven’s POVSomething was wrong. Terribly wrong.At first, it was subtle.A delayed shipment. A patrol intercepted at the wrong time. A council elder quoting words I had spoken in private.Coincidences, I told myself. But I do not believe in coincidences. Not while war was brooding and silverfang was plotting and circling like vultures.Every plan I drafted unraveled within days. Routes I changed last minute were ambushed. Messengers I trusted were intercepted. Even the evidence I was gathering to expose the real culprit behind Darius’s assassination attempt kept vanishing before I could present it.It was as if someone stood behind me, reading over my shoulder.Laughing.I locked myself in my office one evening, maps spread across the table, reports scattered like fallen leaves.There was only one explanation.A mole. Someone close. Someone with access.My jaw tightened.I began narrowing possibilities. Warriors? No. They didn’t have clearance to council letters. Elders? Unlikely ,