All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The pale gray light of early morning filtered through the frost-crusted portholes of the flagship, cutting through the heavy darkness of the cabin. The ocean had settled into a sullen, rhythmic roll, but inside the captain’s quarters, the air remained thick with the lingering scent of pine, crushed winterberry, and the overwhelming heat of the night before.Rosalie stirred beneath the heavy wolf furs, her long crimson hair spread across the dark pillows like spilled silk. As her senses slowly awakened, the haze of intense Alpha pheromones and the intoxicating fever of their mate bond began to recede, leaving behind a cold, unvarnished clarity.Every muscle in her body burned with a lingering ache, but deeper still was the sharp, excruciating sting in her chest.She turned her head slightly, her jade eyes landing on Dominic. The terrifying, vengeful Alpha King who had threatened to throw her into iron chains was gone. In his place lay a man utterly consumed. Dominic was asleep beside h

The air in the cabin turned to pure ice.Dominic stood entirely motionless, his tall, muscular frame frozen as if struck by lightning. The words she had just spat at him hung suspended in the dim room, reverberating through his skull like a physical blow.A maid... bouncing on my lap... fucking me on my sofa.For a long, agonizing second, his heart stopped beating. The raw, unfiltered horror of her accusation crashed over his mind, instantly clashing with every memory, every vow, and every drop of devotion he had bled for over the last six months."You..." Dominic rasped, his voice barely recognizable, sounding like a grinding stone. "You saw... what?""You heard me," Rosalie hissed, her s

The heavy silence inside the captain’s cabin returned, settled like lead over the dark mahogany furnishings. The storm of raised voices had passed, but the air remained charged with an agonizing, silent grief.Rosalie sat on the edge of the large carved bed, her hands cradling the prominent curve of her round stomach. She didn't offer another word of accusation, nor did she push Dominic away when he slowly rose from his knees. Her jade eyes were glossy, fixed unseeingly on the polished floorboards as heavy, silent tears spilled over her lashes. The fragile mirror of her reality had been struck by a hammer; the terrible clarity of her nightmare was gone, replaced by a terrifying, chaotic void.Dominic moved with a quiet, careful reverence, stripped entirely of his dominant Alpha pride. He climbed onto the mattress beside her, wrapping his massive, scarred arms around her trembling frame. He pulled her flush against his bare chest, gathering her close into the circle of his heat. He did

The battle on the upper deck had barely settled into silence before Rosalie urged Dominic back into the captain’s quarters. Waiting to reach the shore while dark, venomous magic seeped into his open wounds was out of the question; he was bleeding heavily, and the shadow-poison needed to be drawn out immediately.Inside the warmth of the cabin, the heavy scent of copper and fresh blood filled the air.Dominic sat on the edge of the carved mahogany bed, stripped to the waist. His broad, muscular chest was mapped with jagged, severe gashes where the dark construct’s claws had ripped through his skin. Blackened, burnt edges framed the wounds, the lingering venom of the shadow magic attempting to rot the flesh and slow his Alpha healing.Josy worked quickly and silently, setting down bowls of steaming water, clean linen rolls, and a pungent herbal salve desi

The heavy oak doors of the King’s private war study swung shut as Commander Garrett turned on his heel, his iron-clad boots striking the cold stone floor in a swift, measured rhythm. Following Dominic’s strict orders, he picked four of his most elite, silent guards from the royal corridor to secure Samantha without drawing the eyes of the resting court.The servants' wing rested in the lower, shadowy tiers of the west castle. Down here, the air was drafty and thick with the scent of damp stone and burning lard candles. Garrett moved with quiet authority, leading his men past rows of closed wooden doors until he stopped before the small, unadorned quarters assigned to the dark-haired fire-maid.Garrett raised a gloved hand and knocked gently on the heavy oak frame.Knock. Knock.Silence answered. Only the low, distant whistle of the northern wind echoing down the servant passages broke the quiet.Garrett frowned slightly, stepping closer to the wood. He knocked again, firmer this time,