All Chapters of Claimed By My Alpha Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Haliyah’s POV. The banquet had officially begun, and that only meant tonight was my last chance to obtain the key evidence of Raven and Cassandra’s infidelity. I had to win the divorce case, no matter what. I needed to reclaim everything that rightfully belonged to me— all that I owned. I couldn’t accept that I was the one who was cheated on and betrayed, only to end up as the one at a disadvantage and unjustly wronged in the end. It’s now or never. From where I stood, I glanced toward the entrance and saw a stream of guests arriving. The venue was beginning to grow crowded, which worked perfectly in my favor. The more people there were, the better. First, because my actions would go unnoticed; and second, because Raven and Cassandra’s guard would be down. For several minutes, I exchanged greetings and small talk with Alphas and Lunas from different packs who recognized me. Raven and I had arrived together, but the moment we stepped out of the car, it was as if we lived in separat

Damon’s POV. I was just about to go look for Haliyah through the entire venue if that’s what it took just to see her and speak to her when Raven began speaking at the front. I couldn’t care less about whatever he had to say, yet I found myself unable to move. The guests crowded closer to hear him better, and the three of us were forced along with them, boxed in by bodies on all sides. Damn it. I clenched my jaw in irritation. If I lost sight of Haliyah again, it would be another wasted chance. I was done waiting. I was done pretending patience was still an option. What if she left? When Raven finally ended his speech and proposed a toast, the entire room followed, except me. I didn’t raise my glass. This meaningless formality wasn’t worth my time. A few moments later, I frowned when Ford suddenly appeared in front of us, scratching his head like he’d just crawled out of a bad situation. I didn’t even notice he’d left the table. “Oh? Where’d you come from?” Daniel asked beside

Raven’s POV. My ears perked up instantly when I heard Cassandra say she had seen Haliyah and Damon together in the restroom. My mind immediately started to spiral, forming all kinds of disturbing images and possibilities I didn’t want to entertain. Why were they together? What were they doing in there? Was there a secret affair between my wife and my uncle? My fists clenched tightly at my sides as I walked faster. My vision darkened, anger and disbelief mixing. I didn’t even fully register Cassandra following behind me anymore. Her presence was just noise in the background. What if something was really happening behind my back? It refused to leave my head. It kept repeating until it drowned out everything else. My steps turned quicker, almost breaking into a run. The possessive instinct I always contained suddenly rose to the surface. I tried to think logically, but my mind kept painting scenes I didn’t ask for. The thought of Haliyah being with another man, especially Damon, ma

Damon’s POV. I carried the unconscious Haliyah out of the bathroom. She remained limp in my arms, still under the effects of the substance. Whoever did this knew how to control the dosage and avoid killing her while still making her weak enough to collapse. She needed to be moved somewhere safe. I paused for a moment in front of the bathroom door, thinking about what if anyone saw us like this— me carrying her while we were alone together— they might misunderstand and assume something improper. But then, I reminded myself that the situation was normal. Carrying an unconscious person wasn’t unusual in emergencies. There was nothing to question. I didn’t need to explain anything. My gaze dropped to her face. Her expression still looked peaceful in unconsciousness, but I knew it wasn’t real rest. Her body was still fighting something internally. Even in stillness, there was tension in her system. I could sense it in the irregular rhythm of her breathing. My mind started analyz

Haliyah’s POV. My vision was blurry, light and shadow forming the shape of a man carrying me. It took me a moment to register the scent of wood and musk. My eyelids fluttered as I forced my eyes open. Damon’s face came into partial view from my angle. I caught the outline of his neck and the firm line of his jaw as he moved forward. When he finally walked away from Cassandra and Raven, I felt the tension dissipate, though not entirely. They didn’t follow. They stayed behind, and I could still feel their presence lingering like unresolved pressure in the air. Only when we turned into a quieter corridor did I finally breathe properly. I watched him from where I lay in his arms, trying to piece together what little I had heard earlier, but the fragments refused to form anything clear. I questioned it because it didn’t match what I expected. Damon wasn’t someone who involved himself unnecessarily. He wasn’t supposed to stand between me and least of all accusations directed at me. A