All Chapters of Marked By My Fiance's Alpha Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EVELINEThe Timber and Tonic bar was a lively pocket of nightlife. It sat on the edge of the forest road, where trees met the city lights. A large neon sign stood atop it, with its name written in cursive, stylized with wolf fangs. And as Eveline killed the engine of the borrowed scooter, she realized the patrons were mostly, if not all, werewolves. Some wore tight jeans and leather, laughing and shoving each other playfully. Others wore little clothing, their eyes glowing in the dark and their fangs flashing when they grinned. Their scents all mingled with the fresh forest, and she almost wished she could shift. It seemed this was the only place to party around here, and the perfect place for her to seek her release.She tugged on her jacket subconsciously , before walking into the bar. She had it all planned out: go in, grab one drink, dance a little. And that was it. At the entrance, there was a little line. A burly bouncer with a scar across his jaw was asking for ID ahead. Sh

DAMONIt had been a week since Elias asked him to delay with the Lucian problem. A week of tearing through every contact he had, of sending out lowlife spies in the pack to pin down exactly where his uncle was.And yet, nothing conclusive. Lucian’s hospital records were a wall of professional bullshit: surgeries, board meetings, research grants. The man moved like a ghost when he wanted to. He came and left the hospital without warning and seemed to vanish whenever he was leaving. But nothing bothered Damon than the rumours he heard. And they all circled back to two persons: Eveline and Lucian. His spies all had some form of news or the other about Lucian.Some said that Lucian had married a lady. Others said that he was taking care of an old man in his residence, but a number of those people also said he was using the man for experiments. And when Damon checked, the math added up too neatly. Since that day at the hospital, Eveline had disappeared along with her father. He ha

LUCIANThrowing himself into work seemed to be the only way to ignore the push-and-pull game that seemed to be going between him and Eveline. It was the only strategy that made sense, and it was the same discipline that had carried him through ten years of exile and the demands of the operating room, shutting out the rest of the world, and losing himself in the scalpel. Maybe if he stayed away long enough, the bond would go quiet. Maybe creating distance was the only way to stop himself for falling too hard for a woman who still refused to admit that something existed between them.He wondered if she had figured it out yet, if he should tell her about the bond. But then, she was werwolf. She definitely must have felt something. So, he decided that he would not force the issue. He had already come too close once, and once was enough. Staying away from Eveline was supposed to be easy. Or so he thought. It was only when he got to the hospital, that he started getting glimpses of the

EVELINELucian led her down to the front row of the main arena. It was crowded there already, but the spectators gave way for them to pass once they saw who it was. A couple of them gave up their seats for them to sit down.The wooden stands rose behind them in a half-circle, already filling with people. And below, the course stretched out across open ground that disappeared into the tree line and looped back again. She wasn’t great with distances, but she knew that the course was so long that if she wanted to drive around it, it could take half an hour.“So, this is like, a race.” Lucian sat beside her and rested one arm along the back of the bench. “Every pack has its own traditions, its own games,” he explained. “And this is one of ours. A chance for the wolves to test their speed, agility and control. Some compete just so they can brag later. Others do it because their families have been running these trials for generations, so it’s more of honor and duty for them.”Eveline loo

EVELINELucian finally made his way back to her through the thinning crowd. A few people were still near him, but he excused himself politely and came to stand in front of her seat.Eveline looked up at him, still slightly breathless. “That was amazing.”He gave a small shrug. “It is my honor to entertain.” “Me or the people?” His lips lifted in a small, teasing smile. “Can't it be both?” She tried very hard not to think about the way he had looked in wolf form: massive, dark, controlled. Or the way her own wolf had nearly torn free at the sight of him. And it didn't help that the primal scent of him still clung to the air between them, or that the shirt they had given him could barely contain all those muscles on his arm.For one dangerous second she wanted nothing more than to close the distance, climb him, and rip the clean shirt right off his body. She forced the thought down and folded her arms instead.“These people,” she said, glancing around at the families still packing