All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

The cold, heavy rain of the northern valley beat mercilessly against the tall, iron-framed glass of the King's private war study. Inside, the fire in the stone hearth burned low, casting long, dancing shadows across the mahogany map table where the fate of the Amber Court hung by a single, frayed thread.Rosalie stood at the head of the table, her blood-red velvet gown trailing over the dark timber floorboards. Her hand rested protectively over the soft curve of her belly, her jade eyes sharp and unyielding as she looked over her inner circle. The fragile, timid girl who had once walked these halls was completely gone, replaced by a ruler whose gaze held the freezing weight of the northern winter."Shane and Griat will hold the perimeter of the King's bedchambers," Rosalie commanded, her voice dropping into an authoritative, quiet register. "They are two of our strongest warriors. Let no one p

The wind howled past the glass windows of the King’s private bedchamber, bringing a bitter, freezing draft that made the candles flicker weakly against the cold stone walls.Inside the quiet room, Dominic lay motionless on the massive poster bed. The black, spiderweb-like veins from the black viper venom were still frozen across his neck, jaw, and chest. His breathing was shallow, a faint, slow rattle in his throat.Outside the heavy oak doors, the palace was dead silent until a dull, sickening thud echoed through the stone corridor. It was the heavy sound of a body hitting the floor, followed by a muffled groan that was instantly cut short.A second later, the brass door handle turned with a slow, agonizing creak.The heavy doors swung open just enough for a tall, mas

The damp stone walls of the special dungeon radiated a suffocating, icy chill. Deep within the bedrock beneath the Amber Court, torches flickered weakly in their iron sconces, casting long, twisted shadows across the wet floorboards.Bound to a massive stone pillar in the center of the vault, the unmasked witch stood motionless. Her ghostly white skin and wild, pitch-black hair glistened under the dim light, while her crimson eyes burned with a bitter, defeated glare. Across the narrow cell, tied heavily to a wooden chair with thick iron chains, sat Shane. Blood dried in thick crusts over his bruised jaw and torn tunic, his head hanging low until he raised his hollow, disbelieving eyes toward the bound woman he had ruined himself for.Rosalie stood near the iron bars, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The soft red velvet of her gown was a stark contrast against the dark rock. Beside her

The heavy iron door of the dungeon vault slammed shut with a deafening thud that echoed through the dark stone underground halls.Rosalie stood outside the cell, her shoulders shaking beneath the heavy crimson velvet of her gown, her chest heaving as if she had just escaped a burning fire.Inside the cell, Cecilia’s raspy, wicked laughter still vibrated off the damp walls. When Rosalie had marched back down into the freezing depths, desperate to drag any secret from the witch’s dark tongue, Cecilia had offered her a single, monstrous choice."The poison is tied to my life-force, little Queen," Cecilia had purred, her crimson eyes gleaming with malicious delight in the dim torchlight. "Kill me

Before the heavy doors of the royal bedchamber were even fully opened, Morana stepped out into the quiet stone corridor.Waiting in the dimly lit hallway were Alam, Killian, Garrett, and Griat. Alam stood leaning heavily against the stone wall, his face pale and bruised from his brutal fight with Shane, his torn arm freshly bandaged. Griat, who had just regained consciousness after being knocked out by the traitor during the break-in, sat on a wooden bench with his head in his hands, consumed by guilt. Beside them, Killian and Garrett paced like restless predators, their hands never stra