All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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141. The Confrontation

Later that afternoon, needing fresh air to clear her mind, Rosalie wandered into the glass-walled winter conservatories that overlooked the snowy palace gardens. The air inside the glass house was humid and sweet, filled with blooming white camellias, rare frost roses, and sprawling evergreen ivy. Parsha and Jenny walked beside her, carrying baskets of fresh blooms, while Rosalie laughed softly, chatting with the head gardener about which flowers would suit the nursery best.The peaceful atmosphere shattered the moment heavy, hurried footsteps echoed sharply against the marble floor.It was Griat. He had returned sooner than expected from the border perimeter, his dark cloak billowing behind him, his boots dusted with snow. His jaw was set in a tight, grim line, his hand resting instinctively on the pommel of his sword. The usual relaxed, respectful smile he wore around Rosalie was absent,

142. The Claim

The heavy silence that followed Ezekiel’s declaration was so absolute, so suffocating, that it felt as though the very air in the grand throne chamber had turned to solid ice."That's my child in her belly," Ezekiel repeated, his voice cutting through the stillness like a poisoned blade.Rosalie felt the ground vanish beneath her feet. Her breath caught violently in her throat, her eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated horror as she stared at the King of the South. A cold, suffocating wave of nausea crashed over her, her mind racing in chaotic, frantic circles to comprehend the monstrous lie that had just left his lips.It was true that she had fled with Ezekiel after the tragic betrayal in the palace, desperate for an escape from her grief. But she had only remained in his realm for a mere two days in a secluded safehouse, guarded, isolated, and weeping,

143. Seeds of Doubt

The grand throne chamber hung suspended in a suffocating, razor-thin silence. The glowing, milk-white surface of the Stone of Truth cast long, spectral shadows across the cold marble, illuminating the sheer madness that had gripped the Amber Court.Dominic stood frozen over Ezekiel, his broad shoulders heaving, his massive fist still clenched so tightly his knuckles bled against his own skin. Deep within his soul, the primal alpha bond burned with absolute clarity; he could feel the golden, undeniable pulse of his own royal bloodline thriving in Rosalie’s womb. He knew the child was his. There was no shadow of doubt in his heart regarding his own flesh and blood.Yet, as Dominic stared down into Ezekiel’s unyielding blue eyes, a dark, insidious seed of poison planted itself in the back of his mind.Ezekiel looked so impossibly, horrifyingly confiden

144. Shadows of Suspicion

The tension in the grand throne chamber shattered into a chaotic murmur the moment Rosalie’s refusal echoed off the stone walls. Her proud, unyielding stance, standing tall with her hands protecting her unborn child, was a righteous defense of her dignity. She was the Queen of the Amber Court, innocent of the hideous accusations hurled at her, and submitting to a blood trial felt like bowing to the delusions of a madman.Yet, in a room thick with political venom and ancient paranoia, her pride was instantly twisted into something far more sinister."She refuses!" Elder Karl’s voice rang out, cold and sharp, as he gestured toward the quiet Queen. His stern eyes narrowed behind his heavy brow. "In the eyes of the court and the royal law, a refusal to clear the royal lineage when challenged by ancient magic cannot be seen as mere pride. It reads as fear. It reads as exposure!""Look at her!" Ezekiel spat from the floor, coughing up blood as he dragged himself up against the pillar. His fa

145. The Blood Ritual

The heavy silence inside the library felt as cold and suffocating as a grave.The single question hung between them, sharp and merciless, slicing through the love, devotion, and shared agony that had bound their souls together.Did you really do it?Rosalie stood frozen against the mahogany reading desk, her green eyes wide and fixed on Dominic’s face. For one terrifying heartbeat, the world seemed to stop moving. The tears that had welled in her eyes finally spilled over, trailing hot paths down her pale, ghostly cheeks.Her heart shattered into a million sharp, agonizing pieces. To see him, the man she loved more than her own life, her true mate, the father of her unborn child, standing over her with a shadow of dark, poisonous doubt twisting his features tore her sou

146. Shattered Bonds & Chains

The blinding light radiating from the Stone of Truth cast deep, monstrous shadows across the frozen marble of the grand throne chamber. It hummed with a cruel, ethereal energy, a silent, absolute executioner of trust.Dominic stood frozen before the dais, his broad chest heaving, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at the glowing artifact. The golden light that usually burned in his irises flickered violently, swallowed by a dark, abyssal void. His mind, shattered into a million jagged fragments, refused to process the visual reality burning before him.The Glow.The stone had glowed when Ezekiel's blood poured on it.A suffocating, agonizing weight crashed down onto his heart, crushing the life out of his lungs. The fragile peace he had clung to only moments ago in the

147. The Weight of the Crown

The heavy stone wall separating the Alpha’s private chamber from the adjacent secure chamber felt like a blade dragged slowly across Dominic’s soul.He sat alone in the dim light of his royal chamber, staring blankly at the cold fireplace. His broad hands were still stained with Ezekiel’s dried blood, the skin split over his knuckles, but he felt no physical pain. The only thing consuming him was the agonizing, suffocating tether of their mate bond.Through the thick masonry, he could feel her.He felt Rosalie’s raw distress, her suffocating panic, and the unbearable grief pouring from her heart in violent waves. Every tear she shed in that dark, isolated room crashed into his chest like a physical blow. Her agony was an open wound, and every instinct inside his beast screamed at him to tear down the door, gather her into his arms, and w

148. Echoes of the Broken Soul

The quiet inside the secure chamber was absolute, dark, and suffocating.Rosalie sat on the edge of the velvet-covered bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection as she stared unblinkingly at the heavy oak doors. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity carved from ice. Outside, the muffled footsteps of a dozen royal sentinels echoed down the corridor, a constant, hollow reminder that she was no longer the cherished Queen of the Amber Court; she was a prisoner in her own home.A cold, bitter laughter rose in her throat, only to dissolve into a ragged, painful sob.How had it come to this? How could Dominic, her mate, her king, the man who had claimed her soul, look into her eyes and believe Ezekiel over her?The agonizing question repeated in her mind like a relentless tide, crashing against her shattered heart

149. Whispers in the Dark

The darkness inside the Alpha King's private chamber was heavy, cold, and unrelenting.Dominic paced the length of the room like a caged, wounded beast. The grand four-poster bed sat untouched; sleep was a distant, unreachable luxury, and the sight of food brought a nauseating knot to his stomach. His chest burned with an unbearable, agonizing hollow. He was in complete, unyielding agony, a mirrored echo of the very pain consuming Rosalie just beyond the stone wall.He stopped near the window, his large hands gripping the cold stone sill until his knuckles turned white. His soul ached for her. Every fiber of his instinct screamed at him to tear open the connecting door, pull her into his arms, and bury his face in the crook of her neck. He craved to kiss her lips, to whisper soft, reassuring nothings into her ear, and to soothe away every tear she had shed because of him. He longed to hold her

150. The Quiet Before the Storm

The heavy morning light broke over the stone spires of the Amber Court, cold and unforgiving.Dominic had not slept a single minute. The moment the sun crested the horizon, the Alpha King marched into the grand throne chamber, his imposing presence demanding immediate assembly. Sentinel horns echoed throughout the fortress, summoning the High Elders, the Northern lords, and the Southern delegation who had accompanied King Ezekiel to the realm.As the cavernous hall filled, Dominic stood atop the dais, his face carved from dark granite, his amber eyes burning with an intense, unyielding light."Yesterday, an accusation was made that threatens the very foundation of my realm and my lineage," Dominic’s voice boomed, carrying a heavy Alpha aura that silenced the murmuring crowd. "I will not let the honor of the Queen, nor the legitimacy of the royal heir, b

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