Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The golden hues of the afternoon sun were already fading into a deep, bruised violet when Rosalie finally blinked her eyes open. For a moment, she lay completely still beneath the heavy silk sheets, listening to the quiet crackle of the fireplace in her royal chambers. The terrifying, primal weight of the night before still lingered like a faint hum in her blood, but her body felt beautifully rested.After a quick, refreshing bath to wash away the last traces of the outpost’s straw, she walked over to her massive wooden wardrobe. She didn't want the heavy, suffocating velvet gowns of the court today. Instead, her fingers brushed against a simple, soft blue cotton gown. It was lightweight, comfortable, and a perfect relief against her sensitive skin.The moment she stepped out of her chamber, her two personal guards, Shane and Griat, instantly fell into step a few paces behind her. They were massive alpha warriors, clad in dark leather armor, their expressions carved from stone. But Ro

The heavy silence that blanketed the Justice Court felt suffocating. Hundreds of eyes shifted from the elevated stone platform down to the mysterious stranger standing in the center of the gallery. Shane and Griat instantly took a synchronized step forward, their hands dropping heavily onto the hilts of their swords, their alpha auras flaring in a silent, aggressive warning.But the handsome man with the striking, pale blond hair didn't even glance at the guards. His piercing blue eyes remained locked entirely on Rosalie, a soft, highly amused smile playing on his lips."Step back," Shane rumbled, his voice echoing dangerously through the high stone arches. "You are in the presence of the Luna of the Amber Court. Address her with proper respect, or you will be removed by blade."The blond Alpha let out a low, smooth chuckle that held absolutely zero fear. It was the laugh of a man who was entirely used to commanding rooms just like this one. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, hi

The heavy oak doors of her chambers clicked shut, cutting off the crisp winter air of the glass gardens. Rosalie leaned her back against the polished wood, letting out a long, shuddering breath. Her heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The image of the two supreme kings standing face-to-face, their powerful, suffocating auras clashing like invisible lightning, was permanently burned into her mind.But there was no time to dwell on her anxiety. The grand grandfather clock in the corner of the room chimed, reminding her that the formal diplomatic dinner was only hours away.She went back to her chamber. Within minutes, a soft knock echoed at the door, and Marta, Parsha, and Jenny bustled inside. They carried heavy garment bags, jewelry cases, and bottles of fragrant oils, their faces a mix of intense excitement and nervous dread."Oh, My Luna!" Jenny whispered frantically as she rushed over to help Rosalie out of her simple blue cotton gown. "The entire palace is

The echo of Dominic’s deep, raw confession lingered in the heavy silence of the royal bedchamber. The part that is more necessary than my own heartbeat. The sheer weight of those words, spoken by a ruthless King who normally ruled with iron and blood, made Rosalie’s mind spin. She was sitting directly on his lap, completely straddling his massive, muscular thighs. Through the incredibly thin, sheer fabric of her white lace chemise, she could feel the radiating, scorching heat of his skin. The fire in the hearth crackled loudly, casting flickering amber and crimson shadows across their tangled bodies.Dominic didn't look away from her. His burning amber eyes were dark, swirling with a dangerous, untamed mixture of possessive fury from the banquet hall and an overwhelming, primal desire that belonged entirely to her. His large, heavily scarred hands remained clamped securely around her narrow waist, anchoring her against his frame.Slowly, a dark, wicked smile touched his lips. He leane

The echoing aftermath of her release still rippled through the quiet, firelit chamber. Rosalie lay sprawled against the plush silk pillows, her breathing coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Her skin was flushed a deep, beautiful pink, covered in a fine sheen of perspiration that glistened under the amber glow of the hearth. Every single muscle in her body felt utterly melted, completely heavy and limp from the intense pleasure Dominic had just forced from her lips.A soft clink of glass broke through the silence.Dominic stood by the bedside table, his massive, bare chest heaving slightly as his amber eyes remained locked onto her vulnerable form. He poured a glass of cool water from a crystal carafe, then sat down on the edge of the mattress. Without a word, he looped a massive, heavily scarred arm behind her neck, gently lifting her head."Drink, little wolf," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration.Rosalie opened her eyes sleepily, swallowing the cool water gratefully. Her t