Semua Bab Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The morning air was crisp and bitingly cold, a sharp reminder of the rugged mountain terrain that surrounded the Alpha King’s fortress. Rosalie stood by the tall glass doors of the terrace, her fingers curled around a warm ceramic mug of herbal tea. True to her word, the middle-aged beta maid, Marta, arrived precisely at the chime of the morning bell, her face wearing that same comforting, maternal smile that Rosalie had grown to rely on in this sea of hostile shadows."Good morning, my Luna," Marta said, dipping into a deep, respectful bow.Rosalie winced slightly at the title. Hearing it from the guards last night had been an unexpected shock, but hearing it from Marta made it feel entirely too real, entirely too heavy. She was no longer just a bartered captive from the Valen pack; she was legally, ceremonially, and biologically the Queen of this savage kingdom."Good morning, Marta," Rosalie replied softly, setting her mug down. "Please, just call me Rosalie when we are alone. The t

That night, for the first time since the Alpha King had left her side, Rosalie slept soundly. The heavy, suffocating grief that had been weighing down her chest finally lifted, replaced by a thrumming current of anticipation. She didn’t lie awake staring at the empty, cold sheets or torturing herself with thoughts of Dominic’s sudden departure. Instead, her mind was focused entirely on the dawn. She was excited. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t waiting for someone else to decide her fate; she was stepping onto her own path.When the first pale rays of the morning sun broke through the heavy velvet curtains, Rosalie’s eyes fluttered open instantly. There was no groggy hesitation, no lingering dread.A gentle knock echoed through the room, and Marta stepped inside, carrying a steaming breakfast tray alongside a neatly folded bundle of dark fabric.

The heavy oak doors of the Grand Library closed softly behind Rosalie, sealing away the quiet world of ancient scrolls and ink. As she began the long trek back to the western tower, the sheer exhaustion she had managed to push aside during her lesson with Killian came rushing back with a vengeance. Her thighs burned from the morning's conditioning drills, and her fingers still felt slightly cramped from holding the quill. She leaned slightly into her steps, her long, mustard gown sweeping gracefully against the cold stone floor.Behind her, the rhythmic, synchronized thud of boots reminded her that she wasn't alone. Shane and Griat walked in their usual tight formation, their expressions unreadable, their sharp eyes scanning every shadow of the dimly lit corridors.They had just passed the grand intersecting archway of the central courtyard when a sudden current of warm air drifted through the

The stinging, angry throb in Rosalie’s forehead was a persistent reminder of Garrett’s brutal lesson as she made her way through the palace's grand, vaulted corridors. The skin on her forehead was bruised, turning purple, a stark contrast against her pale complexion, but she held her chin high. She had survived the training ring. Unfortunately, the battlefield of the Amber Court extended far beyond the dirt trenches of the lower courtyards.She was passing through the sunlit marble rotunda of the eastern wing when a sharp, mocking laugh echoed off the walls, freezing the blood in her veins."Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in from the gutters," a venomous voice purred.Rosalie turned slowly, her heart sinking as Lady Celine stepped out from behind a towering marble pillar. Celine looked impeccably regal, draped in fine, shimmering emerald silks that rustled softly with every calculated step she took. Her sharp, aristocratic eyes immediately locked onto the dark bruise forming ac

For the past fifteen days, the borders of the kingdom had been a grueling test of patience. Dominic sat at the head of a massive mahogany map table inside his war tent, surrounded by the tense, heavy scents of ink, armor, and impending blood. He had traveled to the northern perimeter to deal directly with the hostile border factions. The meetings were exhausting, bureaucratic nightmares. Dominic had set up camp, waiting for the enemy’s next move, monitoring their positions, calculating their resources, and presenting a cold ultimatum. If they signed the proper treaty, peace would be maintained. If they refused, he was fully prepared to unleash a merciless war that would leave their lands in ashes.Yet, despite the high-stakes political chess match and the literal fate of territories hanging in the balance, Dominic’s mind was entirely elsewhere.He was going utterly, completely crazy.Every single night when he went to bed, staring up at the dark canvas of his tent, all he could think a