Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle Novels & Stories

My uncle Z had already sent for the rest of his people and they would be here soon to help. He poured another round and this time his toast suprised us all. "To Stormie, Ella, for cementing victory on her 18th birthday. Tales of the white wolf will run rampant now I am sure. A fiercer warrior I've never seen," he said smiling proudly. I laughed a little and took my shot before replying, "Uncle, my birthday was almost a week ago. We celebrated before getting to Alpha Fredrick's pack." His smile turned sad as he shook his head. "No. Your parents took you away right before your birthday, not wanting you to have to celebrate another one with only the alpha's son. They wanted normal for you

So he was Zane’s uncle. “You and I know that she can’t be here. Take her back to her park and get ready. Your betrothed is here to see you” he announced. I looked at Zane and then at his uncle. Why was he so bent on making me go? But the pain of rejection could not be compared to the pain of betrayal I felt when I discovered he was betrothed.

he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

But could he? His mind drifted back to the past once more. After his mother’s death, he had been taken in by his uncle, a man who had no love for him. His uncle had seen him as nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. Dante had been forced to grow up fast, learning the harsh realities of life under his uncle's brutal tutelage. He had vowed never to be weak again, to never let anyone have power over him.

It's in joy that I received your letter and it's with a heavy heart that I am writing this response to you. Your mother has fallen terribly sick - and has been for over a year now. But that's not all. She had named a new heir - Gabrielle. Your cousin and he is to succeed her if anything happens. The realms will forever be your home and we are looking forward to welcoming you whenever you decide to come back home. Your uncle, Dan. Uncle Dan. Something was definitely wrong. Yes, the alarms in my head were going off for several reasons and it wasn't funny.

“I’d suggest you lower your voice, Jake. This isn’t the place for an outburst.” Jake turned his glare on Ben. “You think you can just buy her? Own her?” His voice dripped with disgust. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? A game to you.” Ben chuckled darkly, taking another sip of his whiskey. “Everything is a game, Jake. The difference is, I don’t play to lose.” “How can you snatched your nephew’s fiancée,you disgust me and I’m ashamed to call you uncle “Jake said bitterly.

It was a tall man, radiating an overwhelming Alpha presence that commanded attention. He had deep-set eyes, a high straight nose, and striking features. There was something familiar about him. A flicker of recognition stirred within me. It was Eric—Kellen’s uncle and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. Eric stared at me, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment—though it remained gentle. “I came to check on you. To see if you were feeling any better.” His face unlocked something within me. Buried memories broke through—the scattered fragments from that day in the forest started to coalesce.

He must take me as his own child. Neverthless, a little boy came to our family one day after I gradually walked out from the death of my parents. Casstile the Elder said he was my brother, the son of uncle Marcus. Even uncle Marcus didn’t know the existence of him. It was the Elder who had found him and took him to our family. Then, it was also the day before uncle Marcus began to treat me badly. I usually told myself that uncle Marcus was trying to train me well to be an outstanding huntress, so I always did what he told me to do in order to be what he wanted me to be, including those severe and tough battle between me and those beast of preys.

BETA ARLO. “By the way, if you want his penis, let me know. In the meantime, I had it hanging in the throne room of Kalmerus. He can have it back once I welcome him to hell…” Those were Uncle’s last words before he disappeared. Alpha Grant’s face turned red upon hearing his words—out of anger or embarrassment. “I can’t believe you did nothing but stand there and watch as he butchered my son with his words after he destroyed his body!”

Her loyalty is unmatched. "Tala, I don't want him dead yet," I answered, and we both chuckled. My uncle had collaborated closely with the shaman, ultimately leading to my mother's death. While I didn't know all the details, I was certain of his involvement. My uncle attempted to manipulate me using the shaman, but he met his end at my hands. I assumed the Alpha title, banishing the shaman with a promise to end him the next time our paths crossed. Tala rose, retrieving a bottle of wine from the shelf. Pouring two glasses, we sipped in companionable silence before she broached the topic.