All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The late morning sun beamed warmly down upon Port Marrow, washing the cobblestone harbor in vibrant shades of gold. The docks were bustling with life, street vendors shouting out their daily catches, merchant carts rumbling over the stones, and street musicians playing wooden flutes near the water's edge.Walking beside Alam, Rosalie felt a rare sense of safety. The tall, broad-shouldered weaponsmith moved at a slow, deliberate pace, keeping his massive frame between her and the crowded street to shield her from passing sailors and heavy crates.They stopped at a lively fruit stall near the main pier. Alam leaned over the wooden crates, carefully picking through the produce to select the ripest, sweetest peaches and dark plums for her."Here," Alam said with a warm, genuine smile, gently placing a soft, ripe peach into her hands. "Eat this. You spent all night

The three minutes dragged like a blade drawn slowly across open flesh.Inside the stifling heat of the forge, the air was suffocating. Smoke from the dying hearth curled toward the vaulted stone ceiling, but the real fire was waiting just beyond the iron-bound timber.Alam stood near the center of the room, his massive body coiled like a spring, both hands white-knuckled around the haft of his broadaxe. His dark eyes flickered toward the heavy door, then back to Rosalie."Stay behind me, Rose," Alam growled softly, his voice steady despite the vein throbbing at his temple. "When they break the wood, you and your mother head through the back coal chute. It leads down to the lower sea caves. You can get out.""No," Rosalie whispered.Her voice was barely audible, but it stopped Alam in his tracks.

 The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Rosalie alone in the suffocating silence of the captain’s quarters.Hours bled into one another as the ship rocked violently against the cold waves. Dominic was nowhere to be seen. Left with only the dark mahogany walls and her own tearing thoughts, Rosalie finally broke down in tears. They fell hot and bitter down her pale cheeks, soaking into the linen of her dress.Her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces under the weight of his cruel accusations. A whore. He looked at her, at her swollen body, at her pale face, at the months of agony written into her eyes, and saw a woman who had thrown herself into another man’s bed. She had stayed pure all along. She had hidden in damp cellars, starved, and risked her very life every single day just to keep

The world outside the cabin vanished into the roar of the dark sea. Dominic’s lips slammed onto hers with the built-up fury of six starving months, a savage, overwhelming claim that left no room for air, no room for thought, and no room for mercy.In that single, explosive second, the chaotic noise in Dominic’s shattered mind went completely dead silent.The agonizing questions that had tormented him for half a year- why she had fled, who had hurt her, or the agonizing image of her standing beside the blacksmith in the sun- were entirely wiped away by the intoxicating reality of her body against his. The dark, possessive beast within him didn't care about the past. It didn't care about the treason, the sea, or the war waiting in the North. It craved her. It demanded her. Every drop of his blood burned with an unholy, absolute obsession to mark her as his, to devour her until there

The golden thread of their mate bond throbbed with a terrifying, absolute intensity, radiating a scorching heat that saturated every corner of the dark cabin. On the carved mahogany bed, the collision of six months of starved obsession and long-suppressed Omega instincts swept away the last lingering remnants of restraint.Dominic was entirely consumed by a wild, unyielding need. The realization that the child thriving beneath his touch was his own blood had shattered his iron control, leaving only a raw, desperate drive to repossess his Queen. His mouth trailed a trail of fire down the sensitive column of Rosalie’s neck, over her trembling collarbone, and across the heavy swell of her flushed skin. Every touch of his warm, calloused hands was possessive and unsparing, branding her anew as his Alpha aura flooded the space in suffocating waves.Rosalie gasped, her fingers tangling tightly into the thick dark locks of his hair. Her rational mind still tried to cling to the memory of his