All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

76 Chapters

61. Silent Warmth

The soft, gray light of dawn slowly crept through the narrow iron bars of the outpost cage, pushing away the dark shadows of the night. Rosalie blinked her eyes open, her body feeling incredibly heavy and exhausted. As she shifted slightly against the bed of straw, she realized the space beside her was empty. The furnace-like heat of Dominic’s body was gone.Panic immediately flared in her chest. She sat up quickly, clutching the massive, fur-lined royal cloak tightly around her bare body. She had absolutely nothing else to wear, completely exposed under the heavy fabric. Looking around the quiet timber room, the silence felt huge and frightening. Was she left out here in the uncharted wilderness alone? Her jade eyes darted to the heavy iron door, her heart starting to beat in a small, scared rhythm.Just as the fear began to tighten around her throat, the heavy bolt on the door slid back with a dull click.The door creaked open, and Dominic stepped inside. He looked calm, his broad,

62. Whispers, Banter, and Courtroom Lessons

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

63. The Shadow of Judgement

The quiet luxury of her royal chambers felt like a haven after the long, educational hours in the grand library. Rosalie pushed open the heavy oak door, her soft blue gown rustling against the polished stone floor. The fire in the hearth was crackling warmly, throwing lazy orange shadows across the plush rugs.She expected the room to be empty, but as she stepped inside, her heart missed a beat.Dominic was there, waiting for her. He had shed his formal royal tunic and was sitting on the edge of the massive mattress, wearing nothing but his dark trousers. His broad, heavily scarred chest glistened faintly under the firelight, his posture radiating a quiet, calm power. In his massive hand, he held a small, dark ceramic jar of healing salve."Come here, little wolf," Dominic rumbled softly. His voice lacked the terrifying edge from the previous night, replaced by a deep, smooth calm.Rosalie walked over with quiet steps, her chest tightening slightly as she sat down on the soft mattress

64. The Boy From the Past

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

65. The Clash of Crowns

The glass walls of the greenhouse seemed to rattle under the sudden, immense weight of Dominic’s presence. The cold, dominant scent of dark cedar and winter frost instantly crushed the thick aroma of blooming white roses and damp earth. Dominic stood beneath the shattered silence of the doorway, his massive shoulders blocking the light, his amber eyes burning with a low, dangerous fire.Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat. Her body instinctively stiffened, a familiar wave of anxiety washing over her skin. She had seen Dominic's jealousy before, and it was a terrifying thing to witness.Ezekiel, however, did not flinch. The Southern King slowly let his extended hand fall, his fingers closing securely around the small strawberry candy, pocketing it with effortless calm. He turned his head, his striking blue eyes meeting Dominic’s fierce glare with a level of absolute equality that very few men in the world could manage.The silence between the two apex predators stretched, thick and s

66. The Royal Banquet

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

67. The Weight of Gold

The crystal-encased monarch butterfly caught the golden light of the chandeliers, shimmering with a painful, beautiful brilliance against the white silk lining of the box. Beside it, the small strawberry candies looked deceptively innocent, yet they carried the weight of a heavy, forgotten lifetime.Rosalie stared down at the gift, her breath trapped in her lungs. For a single, fleeting second, a soft, genuine warmth flooded her chest. Her jade eyes widened, a tiny, almost imperceptible trace of a nostalgic smile hovering at the corners of her lips. She couldn't help it. In a world full of terrifying monsters, arranged marriages, and heavy crowns, this small box was a reminder that she had once just been a little girl who was cared for.But that tiny, soft reaction didn't escape the sharp, predatory eyes watching her from either side.Ezekiel noticed it instantly. A look of profound satisfaction settled into his striking blue eyes, his smile deepening as he witnessed the unmistakable

68. Seduction

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

69. Command and Consent

The fire in the hearth roared with a renewed, crackling intensity, throwing deep amber and crimson shadows across the tangled sheet of the massive royal bed. The air in the room was thick, heavy, and completely saturated with the intoxicating scent of dark cedar, winter frost, and the sweet, musky vanilla of Rosalie’s blooming arousal.Dominic had moved her from the sofa to the mattress, but he hadn't allowed her to escape his lap. She was still straddling his massive, solid thighs, her bare skin flushing a deep, breathless pink under the heat of his gaze. Her white chemise was pooled around her waist, leaving her upper body completely bare to the flickering firelight.Rosalie’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her bearings. Her body was trembling from the sheer intensity of the pleasure he had already given her, a deep, empty ache pulsing rhythmically between her thighs. She expected him to finally take her, to pin her to the mattress and claim her with the sav

70. Her Tatse

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

...

3 4 5 6 7 8

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP