Reclaimed By My Alphas Uncle Novels & Stories

"I'd just like to point out how stupid you are to let a man like that go. He'll be all mine now, thank you very much. I hear his uncle doesn't take kindly to traitors." I hadn't met Matt's uncle, Alan —the Alpha of Nightwolves pack. He was such a workaholic that the last time he made a public appearance was three years ago. But he had a strong reputation for being a kind and fair leader. And I was banking on that reputation. "I'm not the traitor," I hissed at her. “You and Matt are. You two played me for a fool and the proof is right here." Emily turned up her nose and gave me a smirk. "We'll see."

Axel Woodbead! “Where is my son?” He asked again. Zamini nodded. “He is safe now. That is why I came here to take you to your heir, your son, Alpha.” She stood up and pulled her phone from her purse, dialing a number. “It is time to return to our territory in New York. We must go to the Dusk claws pack…to bring Axel home.”

She didn’t even know him. “H-He’s… someone important,” she said uncertainly. “Important?” I mocked. “You really have no shame, do you? First, you cling to me. Now you try to seduce my uncle?” She was caught off guard. The word clearly shocked her. She should be. She had no idea the man beside her was my maternal uncle. Even though we were married, I had never properly introduced them. Damon had already become the Alpha of the northern pack years ago and rarely visited. Tonight was the first time I had seen him again in a long time.

When I finally got out, they shoved me into a war camp like I was nothing more than a fucking machine. When I came back... stronger... meaner... He made the mistake of chaining me again. So I crushed his fucking windpipe. And I became Alpha. That’s when the truth started to come out. My own cousin—sent by my father—was ordered to seduce her. Hell, Conor might’ve raped her, for all I know, while his buddy stood nearby laughing. Just to wring more damn money out of her. All these years… I thought she was dead. That’s what he told me. He told me she’d died.

As the freezing water soaked into his skin, the piercing pain in his heart seemed to dilute. How did I end up as a nameless stray? He was once the pride of the heavens, the chosen Alpha. But a reckless obsession had dragged him into this watery hell. Unbeknownst to him, his feet led him to Thea's residence—the old den he had once treated with such cold indifference.

“He was my first attempt with your father’s ruby, and I dare say it worked spectacularly.” I couldn’t speak, but this time, it had nothing to do with my pain or missing teeth. The man sitting in the wheelchair was Alexander. My stepfather. Natalia and David’s father. The once-formidable Alpha of Bloodmoon… Reduced to a quivering old husk of hollow bones and leathery skin. His eyes, once bright and sharp, were now clouded with cataracts. His teeth were missing, wrinkled lips curling around smooth gums. His skin seemed to hang from his bones, his spine so twisted he couldn’t sit up straight.

“I keep trying to remember him. His face. His voice. It comes in flashes… like smoke behind a glass wall. It feels so far away.” Sela nodded solemnly. “It will return in time. Memories taken from the spirit are never truly gone. Only hidden.” She dipped the cloth into the warm bowl again and rubbed a mixture of oil and crushed herbs into Cassandra’s feet. Then she spoke again, her tone distant, as if conjuring a time long past. “Your father was Alpha Thalen. The last Alpha of the Halcyn Pack.” Cassandra’s breath caught. “Alpha?”

Alpha redirected his gaze towards Jenna, who cowered behind the priest and couldn’t help but wonder why she would allow herself to get married to his naive nephew. “Jenna, you whore! How dare you sleep with my uncle when we are about to get married!” I’m sure you threw your cheap self at him. Damien shouted and raised his hand to hit her. “Don’t you dare lay your hands on her!” Alpha Ryker growled, blocking off his hands. “You had your chance and you ruined it!” She’s my mate! My possession and she belongs to me now. He added walking towards her. “Tighten your arms around my neck,” Ryker said softly, then lifted her in a bridal style.

Uncle has been dreaming to become the alpha of the pack. But dad already entrusted me with his alpha badge. All I have to do is to embrace it and prove to the pack I deserve to be the next alpha. "Okay," I said back right after hopping out of the car. Don't want to argue anymore to extend our conversation for a few minutes either. It's just a waste of time for me. Right after Uncle Robin disappeared from his spot, I went back to my room a bit disappointed. I got awfully disappointed with the fact that I wrote a useless letter but I did not show it to him.

My parents were long dead, even before I had grown into a young man. However, I had fought to reclaim the position of an Alpha from the bastard who called himself my uncle. The one who was now buried in the cold soil, far beneath the surface. My heart clenched in pain, when I realized that I had scared my mate. I had seen fear in her eyes when I had spoken to her earlier on The cause? My bastard other personality! That was right... After I murdered my uncle, and reclaimed my position, I had been traumatized. Prior before then, I hadn't as much as pulled out a strand of anyone's hair.