Reclaimed By My Alphas Uncle Novels & Stories

The Alpha was my uncle who had raised me, but it wasn’t something I ever felt like discussing. When I was eight, my parents had passed away in an attack, and my uncle had been taking care of me ever since. He was the Alpha of the Bloodrose pack, a small pack from the east. "Studying to be the healer’s acquaintance? Your parents must be proud of you," Nate said. "Yes, and they..." I replied, the words trailing off.

This time, I'll win and be the fair alpha the pack deserves. - What's your name again? - My name is Jack, the same name as my uncle and alpha, who expelled me. And this is Tom, my right-hand man. - I've never heard of an alpha's uncle, but I believe you. They are very cruel. Mary reincarnated, and they wanted to separate us. They made me run and left her on their heads, my poor mate. She kept screaming my name, and I had to run away, but I will save her.

After abusing me her whole life, she didn’t see anything wrong about harming me. “So Mom sent all the cooks in that shift to the cleaning area, to scrub floors until further notice. And they should be thankful, because my uncle wanted to kick them all out, from the castle and even the Dale.” Aine noticed my questioning frown. “My uncle. You know, the Alpha.” Her words reminded me of something I’d seen. “He was at Tilda’s chamber with you mother that morning,” I said. The last thing I wanted was the Alpha’s attention. Especially after he’d saved my life at the waterfall, and openly showing how much he despised me at Teah’s.

He was driven by primal instincts, the urge to claim and protect our mate. But Camellia's situation was too complicated. I was Alpha Drogo's son, but I was no longer a member of the Ironclaw Pack. If I claimed Camellia, it would throw the entire Dalton family into chaos. The ember of my cigar fell onto the leather seat, leaving a scorch mark. I watched Camellia's stumbling figure in the rearview mirror. Her bare feet splashed through puddles, the moonlight stretching her shadow into tattered ribbons.

Regardless of the rogues' best efforts, it was evident that they were not fit for the alpha. The alpha rushed forward with a ferocious snarl, his jaws locking over the throat of the surviving rogue, finishing the conflict in a burst of blood and anger. Breathing heavily, the alpha stood over his opponents' dead bodies, his chest heaving with the effort. As he stared down at his fallen opponents, his eyes sparkled with a vicious triumph, his control over the pack reinforced. He carried the two rogues out of his borders and returned to where he left Luna. When Luna saw Alpha’s terrified look, she got scared. Alpha recognized that and tried to come her down. He urged her to go back to the packh

It is true then: Alpha Julius has run my birth right into the ground. White claw should have let me come sooner to save my people. I was too young to save my mum, I was just a pup. It is different now. I am the Alpha. I turn to Jonas and wordlessly tell him through the mindlink, ‘I think it’s time we pay a visit to my Uncle to find out exactly what has happened here.’ The sun is on the brink of dipping below the tree line and the temperature will drop further too. I want a warm bed for the night, and we need to get to the bar Old Man Canagan still works at after all this time. The last time I saw my Uncle, he was screaming my name and trying to fight off three wolves to save me. As far as he

I watched as he tried to get me off of him maybe he had thought he could stand a chance to hit me back or probably stand a chance to fight like a man but I had no strength for such mediocre child’s play. I wanted him to bleed and die just like Darius. He kept struggling while I continued sinking my claws deep into him and watched as the light in his eyes slowly died. And then I muttered “send my regards to him for me dear big brother” Then the moment my claws made contact with his bone I snapped it and he stilled. The faintest smile remained on his lips as the light finally faded from his eyes. And just like that.. The Alpha of Dustfang fell. Gone.. Forever.

“I thought you were done with this. With wolves. With pack politics. With all of it.” “I am done with it.” “Then why are you letting that little girl drag you back?” She downed the scotch in one swallow. “With her silly problems? Her dramatics? She shows up here and suddenly you’re playing Alpha again? Training her? What’s next, Alexander?” “Nobody’s dragging me back into anything.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “I’m helping her the only way I know how instead of watching her suffer.” “Suffer?” Vivian’s smile turned cruel. She poured another drink. “She’s twenty years old with a roof over her head and someone cooking her meals. What exactly is she suffering from?”

And the new Alpha just happens to be none other than my cruel uncle. Alpha Storm. He's my father's only brother, and the only family I have left. Before my father's death, they had never been on good terms. In fact, their paths never crossed at all, and my father made sure of that. I'd prodded my mother severely to tell me why, but she always brushed the question off, only supplying that he's a bad man. Eventually, I stopped asking. When my parents died, and Storm became the new Alpha, I became one of the Pack maids. He makes sure that I work harder than everyone else, perhaps as a result of the vendetta he held against my father.

My breath caught. He looked exactly like someone from my fragmented childhood memories. Someone who used to stand near my father. Someone who disappeared after the massacre. He observed my reaction. “You recognize me.” My voice lowered. “Who are you?” He answered calmly. “I am your uncle.” The chamber exploded into whispers. Shock spread across the council members. The Alpha’s eyes widened slightly. My heartbeat stopped for half a second. Uncle. The word echoed inside my mind. He stepped closer. “Your father trusted me.”