All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

The stone corridors of the Amber Court blurred into a dizzying streak of gray and gold as Rosalie ran, her breath catching painfully in her throat. Her dove-gray gown bunched in her fists, the fabric tearing slightly against her hurried boots. Behind her, Killian’s urgent footsteps echoed alongside the heavy, metallic clatter of Shane and Griat’s armor.Every single nerve in Rosalie's body was screaming. Cassian, you absolute fool.He hadn't just overstepped a boundary in the garden; he had walked straight into the lion's den and demanded the predator's prize. He had no idea what kind of monster Dominic truly was when pushed to the brink. He thought he was playing a game of southern politics, but Dominic operated on the law of blood, teeth, and absolute possession.The double iron doors of the grand throne room were already thrown wide, and the air pouring out into the hallway was so violently thick with dominant Alpha pheromones that Rosalie felt a sudden, dizzying wave of nausea. It

The frozen canopy of the isolated clearing seemed to actively close in around them, locking out the entire universe and leaving nothing but the harsh, overlapping sounds of their ragged breathing.Dominic moved behind her like a predator cornering its prey, his amber eyes burning with a volatile, territorial fury. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed the thick cascade of her hair aside, exposing the pale line of her neck to the biting winter air. He leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against her skin, kissing and licking her nape with a fierce, possessive heat that made Rosalie gasp sharply. He stepped even closer, eliminating every remaining inch of space, pressing his massive, rock-hard body flush against her soft, trembling one. The sheer contrast between the freezing night air and the radiating heat of his frame sent a violent shiver straight down her spine.His large, heavily calloused palms trailed down the narrow curve of her waist to her hips, anchoring her against h

The heavy silence that settled over the isolated clearing was thick, oppressive, and vibrating with an agonizing tension. The wind that had been howling through the ancient northern pines seemed to die down into a low, ominous murmur, leaving nothing but the sound of their ragged, overlapping breaths slicing through the freezing air.Dominic stood completely still, his bare, massive chest heaving violently as the silver moonlight cast his heavily muscled frame in sharp, stark shadows against the snow. The blinding fog of his initial, feral madness had evaporated, leaving behind a cold, crystalline focus in his striking amber irises. The pitch-black void of the beast had receded, but the raw, territorial hunger in his gut hadn't vanished. Dominic was the Alpha King, a man forged in blood, iron, and absolute conquest. He didn't break, he didn't tremble, and he certainly wasn't going to retreat into weak, soft apologies.Instead, a chillingly dark, deliberate clarity took over his senses

The echo of their shattered breaths slowly dissolved into the frozen expanse of the clearing, leaving only the quiet, crackling snap of frost contracting under the midnight moon. Dominic remained perfectly still for a long, heavy moment, his forehead resting against the rough bark of the oak tree right beside her head. The rhythmic, heavy thud of his heart beat a demanding cadence against Rosalie’s bruised chest. The madness had shifted, settling into a dark, watchful, predatory focus that was entirely under his calculation. He was the Alpha King, and though the storm of his initial rage had passed, the possessive hunger in his eyes remained entirely unappeased.Slowly, Dominic pulled his head back. His amber eyes, glinting with a lethal, quiet intensity, swept over her flushed, trembling form. Without a single word of apology, he reached up. His thick, calloused fingers caught the tight knots of the coarse hemp rope binding her wrists. With a sharp, effortless jerk of his immense phys