All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. His Desires

The shock of his voice rippled through Rosalie’s body like a physical blow, fracturing the icy terror that had frozen her chest. Dominic. It wasn't an enemy executioner. It wasn't a nameless, faceless monster from the dark. It was her husband. It was the Alpha King.For a single, breathless second, a wave of profound, liquid relief washed over her, making her knees go completely weak as she hung from the overhead ropes. But as the paralyzing fear evaporated, it left something else in its wake, a sudden, scorching wildfire of pure, unadulterated fury.Was he psycho?"Untie me!" Rosalie said, her voice cracking with an intense, shaking rage as she frantically began to thrash against her bonds. The rough ropes bit deeper into her raw wrists, but she didn't care. She kicked her bare feet against the dirt, trying to twist her body away from the suffocating wall of his chest. "Untie me right now, my Lord! How could you do this? I was terrified! I thought I was going to die!"Dominic let out

32. His Rgae

The drop in temperature inside the tent was instantaneous, a suffocating weight that crushed the remaining air from Rosalie’s lungs. The dark, intoxicating fog of lust that had filled the space just seconds ago vanished, replaced by a cold, primal aura of pure death. Dominic’s fingers remained tangled in her red hair, his fist clenched tight as he held her face perfectly still under the harsh, flickering torchlight.His grey eyes were no longer swimming with hunger. They were blown wide, his pupils constricted into sharp, lethal slits as he stared unblinkingly at the dark purple bruises marking her pale forehead."What the f*ck," Dominic whispered again, his voice dropping into a register so low and guttural it sounded less like a man and more like a beast snarling from the depths of a cave. "Is that?"Rosalie trembled violently, her bare toes scraping desperately against the dirt floor. The sheer pressure of his Alpha aura was making her inner wolf cower, whining in absolute terror.

33. Worshipping Her

The kiss was a desperate, suffocating anchor that pulled Rosalie completely under. Dominic didn't just hold her; he pinned her, his massive chest a wall of solid heat crushing down against her soft, silk-clad frame. The world outside the heavy velvet curtains of the war tent dissolved into nothingness. There were no border factions, no palace vipers, and no training grounds; there was only the ragged, predatory sound of his breathing and the deep, possessive groan that vibrated from his chest straight into her mouth.He smelled of winter pine, snow, and old smoke, a heady, masculine scent that she had subconsciously craved for fifteen agonizing days. His tongue swiped through her mouth with an unyielding, dominant force, claiming her as if he were trying to imprint his very soul onto hers. Rosalie gasped into the kiss, her hands tracing up the hard expanse of his chest, her fingers bunching desperately into the fabric of his shirt as her body completely surrendered to his familiar, in

34. Cruel, Sweet Possession

The sharp, metallic tear of his trousers echoed through the heavy, suffocating silence of the war tent like a final, irreversible sentence. Rosalie lay trembling beneath him, her skin flushed crimson, her breath hitching in her chest as the cool air of the border camp swept over her bare legs. Her mind was still spinning from the explosive force of her release, but the sight of Dominic looming over her shattered whatever fragile haze remained.He was completely feral. The restrained Alpha King who carefully negotiated treaties and balanced court politics had vanished entirely. In his place was a starving predator, his powerful, heavily muscled shoulders throwing a massive shadow across the bed as he braced his weight over her. The hard, demanding line of his shaft was pressed directly against her hip, thick, hot, and unyielding, a physical testament to the agonizing fifteen days he had spent away from her.Dominic’s jaw clenched so tightly the bones looked ready to snap beneath his dar

35. Feral Protection

The harsh, unrelenting morning sun of the borderlands beat down on the heavy canvas of the war tent, filtering through the thick velvet curtains in long, dusty beams of golden light.Rosalie stirred with a low, heavy groan, her eyelids feeling like lead as she slowly dragged herself out of a deep, dreamless sleep. The moment she tried to shift her weight, a sharp, widespread ache rippled through her lower body. Her thighs were completely stiff, her muscles liquid and heavy, and her skin felt incredibly sensitive, tingling with the phantom friction of the previous night’s relentless assault.She opened her eyes, blinking against the sudden brightness. The scent of winter pine, snow, and old smoke wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket. She didn't even need to look up to know where she was or who was holding her.Dominic’s massive, heavily muscled arm was locked securely around her waist, his heavy palm resting flat against her bare stomach, pinning her back flush against his bro

36. The Council Table

The heavy, suffocating isolation of the dark oak bed finally broke when the late evening shadows began to stretch across the war camp. For an entire day, Dominic had kept Rosalie sealed away from the world, a feral, possessive captor who treated her like a priceless treasure he couldn’t risk letting her out of his sight. But as the distant sound of war horns signaled the arrival of the border factions for the rescheduled council, the Alpha King finally yielded to her quiet, stubborn insistence. He wouldn't keep his queen hidden in the dark forever.Before the heavy velvet curtains were even drawn open, a pair of lower pack maidens hurried into the outer chamber under the strict, watchful eye of Shane. They carried a steaming basin of fresh water and a heavy garment bag made of dark, embroidered velvet.Rosalie stepped out of the bed, her thighs still aching with a sweet, widespread stiffness that made her breath hitch with every step. Shaking off the lingering euphoria of his touch, s

37. The Sovereign's Pride

The heavy velvet curtains of the war tent fell shut behind them, instantly cutting off the biting wind of the borderlands and the distant, rowdy shouting of the camp’s warriors. The transition from the high-stakes, suffocating pressure of the council room to the quiet sanctuary of Dominic’s quarters was jarring, but Rosalie’s heart refused to slow its frantic rhythm.She was buzzing. A potent mix of pure adrenaline and raw excitement rushed through her veins, making her cheeks flush a vibrant pink under the dim, flickering torchlight. She paced across the dirt floor, her emerald velvet tunic catching the warm glow as she restlessly unclasped the heavy black fur-lined cloak from her shoulders. She had just sat at a table with the most ruthless Alphas in the northern territories, witnessed a political battleground firsthand, and instead of breaking under the pressure, she felt an intoxicating sense of awakening.Dominic stood near the entrance, unbuckling his heavy iron broadsword and s

38. The Hidden Spring

The bitter, sweeping winds of the northern ridge howled against the jagged stone peaks, carrying with them a heavy blanket of fresh winter snow that dusted the endless pines in pure white. It was the final night before the massive border camp would break, before the elite warriors would pack up the iron wagons and begin the long, arduous journey back to the main palace of the Amber Court. The treaty had been signed in blood, the rival Alphas had been thoroughly subdued, and the political friction that had choked the territory was finally settling into a tense, submissive peace.But far away from the heavy scent of leather, iron, and hundreds of roaring warriors, a solitary path wound upward through the dense, untamed thickets of the mountain.Rosalie walked carefully, her leather boots crunching softly against the thick snow. Wrapped securely in the heavy, black fur-lined cloak that Dominic had draped over her shoulders, she kept her head slightly bowed, her eyes tracing the massive, s

39. Addicted

The steam rising from the natural mountain spring curled around them like a translucent shroud, trapping the Alpha King and his wife in a world entirely separate from the brutal realities of the border camp. Beneath the surface of the heated, mineral-rich water, the friction of their bodies was electric. Rosalie’s heart hammered a frantic, terrified, yet intensely eager rhythm against her ribs, her fingers digging hopelessly into the wet, scarred muscle of Dominic’s shoulders.Dominic looked down at her, his amber eyes burning with an unhinged, feral intensity that usually made her inner wolf cower in total submission. But as he felt the violent trembling of her fragile frame, the terrifying predator in him suddenly shifted, yielding to a rare, fiercely tender current of affection.With a low, gravelly rumble deep in his chest, Dominic adjusted his grip on her slick waist. Instead of crushing her against him, he pulled her closer with a deliberate, soft restraint. He leaned down, his

40. Need More

The echoing echoes of her sharp, undone scream slowly dissolved into the dense, misty canopy of the ancient trees, yet the phantom tremors of her explosive release continued to ripple violently through Rosalie’s core. She was completely spent, her body floating in a dizzying, weightless haze as she slowly came down from her staggering high. Her limbs felt like liquid, her fingers weakly clinging to the wet, solid muscles of Dominic’s broad shoulders as she gasped for air, her jade eyes hooded and heavy with absolute submission.But as the fog in her mind began to clear, she quickly realized that the Alpha King wasn't anywhere near close to his own release.The beast beneath his skin was completely unhinged, fueled by the intoxicating scent of her submission and the raw, primitive isolation of the hidden spring. Dominic’s amber eyes remained pitch-black, burning with a relentless, predatory hunger that left no room for mercy. He didn't slow down. He didn't stop. With a low, guttural gr

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