All Chapters of Claimed By My Alpha Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Haliyah’s POV. “Are we done here?” he asked lazily, as if he couldn’t be bothered right after saying words that triggered Raven to the edge. I glanced at Raven, whose face was flushed red as he struggled to contain his rage. He couldn’t go against his uncle, and he knew it— so even though it was against his will and he was on the verge of exploding, he kept himself in place. “All is well, then,” Damon added when none of us responded to him. “You may leave. I need to speak with Luna Haliyah alone.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Raven grumbled. “If this concerns her, then I have—” Damon cut him off before he could even finish. “It doesn’t concern you. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Raven’s jaw clenched harder, a vein pulsing visibly along his neck. I knew he was furious, but he held himself back and stayed silent. His gaze moved between Damon and me, lingering on me a second longer. There was irritation there. Then, he walked past me, his shoulder brushing against mine. Damon turned t

Damon’s POV. I left the room, the door shutting behind me. I ran a hand down my face and exhaled sharply. No matter how hard I tried to think straight, Haliyah’s face kept clouding my mind like a fog, with her fire-stubborn eyes and that infuriating confidence. She had refused my arrangement, flat out. If she had come with me to my pack, I could have handled everything. I could have taken care of her problems myself and protected her. She wouldn’t have had to lift a finger, yet she refused. And just like that, my plan collapsed. I began pacing the length of the hallway. The wind outside rattled the window panes. My reflection caught in the darkened window, and I barely recognized the tension etched across my features. Every time I tried to come up with a course of action, I felt the walls of my own mind close in. Every option I considered seemed flawed. Every plan felt half-baked the moment I thought of her. How do I even approach this now? I stopped mid-step, letting the empt

Raven’s POV. I clearly heard how Damon had just offered to take Haliyah to his pack for further investigation, and she actually turned him down without hesitation. “I’ll take you to my pack. There are irregularities in the accounts. You’ll assist me in investigating them.” “No…” “I beg your pardon?” “I said no,” Haliyah repeated firmly. “I’m not going with you.” They both turned when they noticed me standing by the door, so I immediately left with a smirk already forming on my lips. I didn’t know what was going on in her head, but to me, her refusal only meant one thing. She still cared about me and the pack. If she truly wanted to leave, she would have grabbed that chance without thinking twice and walked away. But she didn’t… which meant she couldn’t. She couldn’t leave me alone, probably because she knew that she had nowhere else to go, and no one else would accept a wolfless woman like her except me. I was the only one who could tolerate her being a burden. She had no po

Haliyah’s POV. I had thought Damon had left after I rejected his offer to come with him to his pack, but apparently, he had chosen to stay. I didn’t know why or what reason he had for lingering even after the council elders had already left when the meeting ended. I stared at him, wide-eyed. My lips parted, and my tongue felt dry. My heartbeat picked up as he spoke. “Let go of her… or I will make you.” I winced in pain as Raven gripped my wrist even tighter, as if he was testing Damon’s limits. The pressure increased. My skin was turning red, almost bruised, the blood wasn’t flowing properly, yet he still refused to release me. I couldn’t understand what was going on in Raven’s brain— or if there was even a brain in there at all. Shouldn’t he have been glad that I wasn’t getting in the way of him and Cassandra? He was free to do whatever he wanted without me saying a word. So why was he complaining now? It was as if his logic was: he threw a glass, it shattered, I got hurt, and

Haliyah’s POV. The next day, I met Damon in a hidden café at the far end of the pack. It wasn’t a place many people usually went to. Surrounded by old trees and half-covered in vines along its walls, it almost looked abandoned from the outside. But inside, it was quiet and just secluded enough where no one would bother listening in. Perfect for what we needed. I arrived first. I told myself it was to avoid suspicion, but in truth, I just didn’t want to stay in the pack house any longer than necessary. I absentmindedly traced the rim of the cup in front of me, though I hadn’t taken a single sip. My thoughts were circling back to the same thing over and over again. The sound of the door opening pulled me out of my trance. I looked up. Damon stepped in, his presence immediately drawing attention. His eyes scanned the room before landing on me. Without hesitation, he walked over and took the seat across from me. “You’re early,” he remarked, leaning back casually in his chair. “I di