Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Five years had passed since the shadow of the Western Wastes was shattered, bringing a golden age of absolute tranquility to the realm. The royal palace, once heavy with the tension of war council meetings and clashing iron, had transformed into a haven of warmth, laughter, and blossoming life.The afternoon sun beamed brightly over the grand royal gardens, turning the sprawling lawns into a glowing sea of emerald grass and colorful spring blooms. Soft summer breezes rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees, carrying the sweet scent of jasmine and freshly cut grass across the stone courtyards.Sitting under the broad shade of a towering white pavilion in the garden, Rosalie relaxed into a plush velvet settee, a warm porcelain cup of floral tea held gently in her hands. She wore a simple yet elegant gown of forest green, her long, dark red hair cascading down her back in loose, glossy waves.

15 years later...The morning sun filtered softly through the tall arched windows of the royal dining hall, painting the polished mahogany table in warm amber light. The palace was quiet, holding its breath before the grand festivities set to unfold at dusk.Asher stepped through the heavy double doors, his presence instantly dominating the vast room. At twenty-five years old, he had grown into a remarkably tall, athletic Alpha, standing even taller than his father and broad-shouldered enough to surpass his warriors in physical strength. His sharp, sculpted jawline, dark hair, and striking golden eyes gave him a gorgeously dangerous, regal allure that made him an imposing force throughout the realm.At the head of the table sat King Dominic. Though time had brushed his temples with silver and lined the corners of his eyes, the old Alpha King remained a powerful, revered presence. Beside him sat Queen Rosalie, her beauty softened by the gentle passage of years. A few silver strands glea

The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber clicked shut, locking in the flurry of servants bustling around the room with silk robes, polished armor plates, and ceremonial jewelry. Asher stood in the center of the spacious chamber, letting out a long, quiet exhale."Leave," he had told the head maid gently, waving a dismissive hand. "I can handle the rest myself."Once the maids had bowed and exited, the quiet settled over him. He walked into the adjoining bath chamber, where a massive stone tub steamed with warm, fragrant water. Sinking into the heat, Asher rested his head against the rim, closing his eyes for a few fleeting minutes. The phantom sensation of the morning’s sparring match still hummed in his muscle memory, the quick, lethal strike of Estrella’s boot, the sharp hiss of steel sliding against steel, and the unyielding, fierce blaze in her unique eyes. A faint, dark smi

The faint, rosy hues of dawn began to seep through the tall arched windows of the royal corridor, bleeding soft pink and gold light onto the cold stone floor. The flickering wall torches were sputtering out, signaling the end of the long, silent night.Standing in her rigid, unwavering posture outside the King’s bedchamber, Estrella let out a long, silent breath. Her black-clad body ached. Her legs felt heavy as lead, and her eyes burned with dry exhaustion. Between driving herself to near-collapse during the morning’s duel, the endless hours of standing in heavy armor at the coronation ceremony, and now an entire night of enforced door duty, she was running on pure, stubborn willpower.All she wanted, all her soul craved in this moment, was a warm bath, a dark room, and some time of solid uninterrupted sleep.She uncrossed her arms, rolling her sho

 The steam rising from the copper tub filled the small bathhouse in the lower quarters with the soothing scents of lavender and crushed eucalyptus. Estrella leaned her head back against the rim, letting the scalding water soak into her overworked muscles.For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she had been granted a full, uninterrupted night of rest. Fortunately, Asher had not summoned her to stand outside his bedchamber last night. Whether out of rare mercy or pure luck, he had stayed within his quarters, giving her the precious hours she desperately needed to recover from the brutal duel, the endless coronation ceremonies, and the agonizing high council meeting.Stepping out of the water, she dried off and pulled on her armor, a tight, flexible suit of dark leather and reinforced woven cloth designed for high mobility in the dark. She deftl