Todos los capítulos de CLAIMED BY MY EX'S ALPHA UNCLE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER 2: SMOKED CEDAR AND TANGERINEThe bass from Elysium didn't just play; it thudded through the concrete sidewalk, vibrating right through the thin soles of my dress shoes.I stood under the flickering neon sign of the VIP entrance, the heavy rain soaking through the shoulders of my white suit jacket. Normal Omegas didn't come here. This wasn't a place for soft courtship or polite society toasts. It was a dark, underground sanctuary where powerful Alphas came to drink overpriced whiskey, make shady deals, and let their instincts run wild without the strict gaze of the pack council.The bouncer at the door—a towering man built like a brick wall—looked down at my wet suit, my high collar, and my completely masked scent."Private club," he grunted, his voice like gravel grinding together. "VIP floor is restricted. Run along home, little bird."I didn't blink. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the heavy black executive card Matthew’s father had given me for event expenses, and hel

CHAPTER 4: THE VENGEANCE CONTRACTBy 8:55 AM on Monday morning, the glass-and-steel tower of Vance Enterprises cut straight through the low gray clouds. Rain ran down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lobby in long, crooked streams.I walked through the revolving doors, the heels of my boots clicking sharply against the white marble. I had chosen a tailored white suit, with the cream silk shirt buttoned straight to my throat to keep the dark mark on my collarbone completely hidden. I’d applied enough scent-blocker across my skin to mask a hurricane. To anyone passing me in the lobby, I was invisible—no smell, no heat, no crack in the armor.I bypassed the main security desk, pressed my VIP guest pass against the reader, and stepped into the private elevator going straight to the top floor.The doors opened with a soft chime into a quiet reception area lined with dark wood paneling and heavy gray carpet. A blonde assistant glanced up from her desk, her eyes widening slightly when she

CHAPTER 6: THE MASTER SUITEThe heavy oak doors of the master suite shut with a quiet, solid thud, sealing us off from the rest of the mansion and the lingering, sour stench of Matthew’s panicked defeat.The suite was expansive, lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the rain-slicked gardens of the estate. High ceilings, exposed dark timber, and a king-sized bed wrapped in deep charcoal linens dominated the space. Unlike the polished marble of the foyer, this room was saturated with James. The scent of smoked cedar and bitter dark tangerine was so dense here it felt warm, almost tangible against my skin.I stood near the foot of the bed, my leather suitcase resting beside my boots. I kept my hands in the pockets of my white suit jacket, my thumb tracing the smooth, heavy edge of the dark platinum band resting on my left hand."You can take the jacket off," James said, stepping into the room behind me.He unbuttoned his coat, slid it off his broad shoulders, and hung

The evening air in the glass conservatory was thick with damp stone and the heavy, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine.James was holding a small, quiet gathering in the garden pavilion for a few senior pack elders and high-level investors. I had stepped out into the crisp air with a silver tray of refreshments, wanting to make sure everything was in order and keep an eye on how the family associates carried themselves.As I walked toward the low marble seating area, conversations tapered off. Several heads turned, eyes trailing over my soft silk shirt, unbuttoned collar, and quiet posture.Ivan, a notorious property tycoon and long-time business associate of James, leaned back into his leather chair, slowly swirling amber liquor in his crystal glass. A lazy, condescending smirk touched his lips."Well, look at this, James," Ivan drawled, his gaze sliding over me with mild amusement. "Who's the pretty little Omega? Serving drinks out in your private garden? Is this your new toy whil

CHAPTER 10:The atmosphere inside the High Council chamber of the Vance estate was thick with centuries of pack authority and corporate power. Long mahogany tables sat arranged in a sweeping arc, occupied by senior elders, elite board members, and corporate attorneys.I stood beside James at the head table, wearing a dark, double-breasted charcoal suit. Underneath the tailored fabric, my hand briefly rested over my stomach—a quiet, protective reflex I was catching myself doing more frequently now. Beneath my collar, the scent-blocking patch pressed snugly against my skin, neutralizing any trace of the pregnancy pheromones.James stood beside me, his broad shoulders squared and his sharp silver-gray eyes scanning the room. His comforting scent of smoked cedar and dark tangerine formed an unshakeable shield against the hostile gazes surrounding us.Across the hall sat Victor Vance—James’s older brother—and Matthew. Matthew’s sweet vanilla scent was rank with anxious anticipation. A few