All Chapters of Mated to My Fiance's Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

My fingertip brushed the corner of his eye, and that small dot of black smudged into a dirty streak. I stared at my darkened fingertip and went rigid.Damian's mole sat at the corner of his left eye, in a spot I could have drawn with my eyes closed.But this one was painted on."You're not Damian." My voice shook so hard it didn't sound like mine.The man in front of me neither pulled away nor tried to explain. He simply watched me with his eyes lowered.Candlelight flickered across his face. It was identical to Damian's, down to the exact set of his tightened jaw. Only the eyes were different.Damian's eyes always held light. This man's eyes were a deep well frozen over with ice.My wolf, Naya, let out a thin whimper inside my head, then shrank all the way into my deepest corner.She knew Damian's scent, pine and fresh snow. This man smelled of rust and night dew, so unfamiliar that she backed away on instinct.Out in the courtyard, the air still carried the smoke of bonfires lit for

Chapter 2

Dawn came. I hadn't slept, and Adrian hadn't touched me.He sat all night in the chair farthest from the bed, like a stone statue guarding the door.The first morning light slipped through the silver-inlaid window lattice, cutting the shadows on the floor into strips.I pushed the door open. At the end of the corridor, two Omegas were talking in lowered voices, their eyes sweeping toward me without bothering to hide it. "An orphan girl, standing in the Luna's place. As if she deserves it."The remark pricked between my shoulder blades like a needle. I didn't turn around. I only straightened my spine a little more.It didn't take me long to find out about the woman Damian had taken with him.Her name was Lydia Voss, and she came from the Redfang Pack.Redfang. When those two words hit my ears, my hand clenched tight.Twelve years ago, it was Redfang wolves who razed my home and slaughtered my parents.My parents, Daniel and Evelyn Ashford, were Blackmane warriors. That night, they threw

Chapter 3

Adrian began teaching me how to survive in this manor.He didn't coddle me, didn't touch me, rarely even looked at me. He simply appeared at a fixed hour every day and tossed me something.Sometimes it was a sentence. Sometimes a task."There's someone behind the third pillar on the east corridor. When you pass, keep your chin up.""Alpha Theron's tea is only delivered in the afternoon. Before then, don't drink anything anyone hands you.""When they speak to you, count to three in your head before answering. The one who panics is the first to slip."For the first time, no one was leading me by the hand. Adrian was pushing me to open my eyes and watch every step I took.Inside me, Naya woke a little at a time, like water starting to move again beneath a frozen riverbed.On the seventh day, a "guest" from Redfang stopped me in the garden.She was one of Lydia's attendants, Celine Hart, who had stayed at the manor under the pretext of visiting relatives. Her gaze, however, was fixed on th

Chapter 4

I didn't sleep. Before dawn, I had turned the manor's old storehouse upside down for the pack chronicle, the one buried under years of dust.My fingertips moved over page after brittle page. The dust made my throat itch, but I couldn't stop.The chronicle gave the Redfang night raid twelve years ago only one offhand line: Heir Damian Blackwood shielded the orphan Vera Ashford in the crisis and was wounded.Wounded? But Damian didn't have a single scar on his body.I grew up beside him. I'd cleaned the scrapes that branches left on his arms. His skin was clean, without one old wound to be found.The person who had actually carried that silver scar for twelve years was Adrian.I closed the chronicle, my fingertips trembling.I had loved Damian for twelve years, and the deepest part of that love was gratitude so profound that I would have given him my life.But he had never saved my life at all. The god I had worshipped in my heart was hollow.I couldn't name what I felt. It was as if som

Chapter 5

After that night, the last soft thing in me hardened into stone.I was no longer the orphan hiding in the bridal chamber, waiting for her tears to run dry.I would live. More than that, I would make every person responsible for my parents' deaths repay that blood debt with their own hands, one by one!In the depths of my soul, Naya came fully awake. The moment she did, a faint sheen of silver light rose across my palms. Even Adrian froze for a beat.A silver wolf.The pack chronicle said it was the bloodline closest to the Moon Goddess, born once in a hundred years.I didn't know what my parents had left inside me. But I knew that from this moment on, I no longer needed anyone to save me."Vera," Naya said inside me for the first time, her voice low, hoarse, and steady. "We aren't running. We're going to collect the blood debt from that night!"I turned to Adrian. "I'm going to uncover the truth about what happened twelve years ago. And I'm going to find out exactly what Damian signed

Chapter 6

Damian stood in the bridal chamber for a long time, his face white as paper.At last Damian understood that his attempt to be clever had cost him the entire game."You knew all along." He stared hard at me, his voice trembling."I did." I looked at him calmly. "You couldn't even be bothered to attend our mating ceremony. Why would I keep playing my part in your little performance?""I cried for you for five whole days," I said, one word at a time. "And you spent those five days lying beside the enemy who slaughtered my family."He whipped around toward Adrian like a beast backed into a corner and snarled, "Make her perform the rejection ceremony with you! If she rejects you in front of everyone and severs the bond, the position is mine again!"My chest went cold.The rejection ceremony is the cruelest punishment werewolves have.In the instant the bond breaks, both souls are torn open inch by inch, as if by claws. The pain is like dying.Some wolves' spirits shatter on the spot when th

Chapter 7

Lydia had said it deliberately, hoping I would panic. I didn't.Alpha Theron truly was ill. The Redfang plot spreading through the manor had poisoned him, and he grew worse by the day. When he died, Blackmane would face a succession, and Redfang planned to strike that very night.I laid it all out in my mind, like pieces on a board.Adrian stood beside me, and together we studied a board that seemed to leave us no way out.For the next few days, we were almost never apart.I taught him to read the old defense maps my parents had left behind. He taught me every hidden passage in the manor that could conceal fighters or carry us out alive.At night, we sat side by side beneath the lamp without speaking, and that silence steadied me more than anyone else's company ever had.But the manor's walls never seemed to run out of eyes. In the shadows beyond every lamp, someone might be counting our breaths for Lydia.Naya whispered inside me and refused to let herself sleep, even for a moment.Sh

Chapter 8

By the time we reached the moon hall, Alpha Theron was almost gone.He lay beneath the statue of the Moon Goddess, his breath thin, his withered hand clamped around a scroll: Blackmane's sealed oath of succession."V-Vera." He forced his eyes open, his clouded gaze searching my face for a long moment. "Your parents died for me. I never finished repaying what I owed them."I knelt at his bedside and took his freezing hand.Most of twelve years' resentment fell away in that single moment."Alpha, you knew who let Redfang in all those years ago, didn't you."He closed his eyes, and a single tear slipped from the corner of one eye. "I knew."His voice trembled almost past hearing. "I've heard the crying from that night in my dreams for twelve years. Your parents, with their last breath, pushed you into my arms and begged me to protect you. But he is my blood, the heir I chose. I couldn't bring myself to do it. To shield him, I let Damian dress himself up as your savior, and the lie ran on

Chapter 9

For the first time in my life, I shifted under the full moon.Silver-white fur tore out through my skin. My bones twisted and reformed, and the pain nearly dropped me into darkness.But when my four paws touched the ground and I raised my head, every Redfang wolf in the courtyard went still.A silver wolf.A silver wolf of the Moon Goddess's bloodline, the one that comes once in a hundred years.Naya's mind and mine fused completely. Moonlight streamed down my spine, like a suit of armor no one could see.Adrian's black wolf sprang to my side. One black, one silver, standing shoulder to shoulder beneath the blood moon.The sight of us reignited the fighting spirit of Blackmane's surviving warriors. Howling as one, they threw themselves at Redfang.That night, the courtyard became a battlefield of blood and moonlight. Silver blades against fangs, screams, wolf howls, all of it ricocheting between the manor's high walls.These walls had once trapped me inside, sealing in my suffocation a

Chapter 10

Three months later, beneath the blood moon, the Blackmane Pack welcomed its new Alpha.Adrian stood before the temple of the Moon Goddess and received the oath of succession, and the black wolf's bloodline brought the whole pack to its knees.And I stood at his side. Not a Luna tucked safely behind him, but the woman who ruled this pack shoulder to shoulder with him.The Omegas and Elders who had once gossiped about me in the corridors no longer dared to raise their heads in my presence.I no longer needed anyone to fight for my place in this manor.The defenses, the hidden passages, the schemes tucked away in people's hearts. I saw them all more clearly than anyone now.From then on, half the board at Blackmane was mine to command.The night he took his seat, he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "This time, I am never letting go."I looked up at him, and suddenly remembered things from many years ago, things I had never managed to make sense of."Adrian," I asked, "when we were ch

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