Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"She is targeted by someone. And also, my uncle was killed by someone. Finally, this is your niece's husband." Albert's smile disappeared little by little and finally he glared at Aster. Aster prayed to god. Someone save him.

he explained the small loophole that they can use to their advantage. Ida sighed, releasing the breath she was holding. "You are really smart. I was so distraught, that I couldn't even think of anything" she said with awe. Leo caressed her cheek with his finger. "Good girl. Now let's go" he pulled her out of the room, making sure to avoid everyone. He used the back door and led her inside his room. On the other hand, Kevin is in hiding. After he pushed Grace down the stairs, he assumed that he would not get caught. But that's not what happened. His uncle found out about who pushed his mother and has been searching for him since then.

There was a smaller place that looked like it too and people were already seated, I took a seat next to Lucian who sat opposite his brother, Chris' father. "Let the ceremony begin," the announcer said. I have never been to one of these before so everything they did was new. There was a different location for the crowning ceremony, here we were just reading wills and taking properties. Luke, I later found out was Chris's father's name, I don't know if I've lived under a rock all these years but I had never heard his name, he was just referred to as Alpha. Luke handed all the things in his possession over to Lucian who had a cocky smile throughout. Something tells me weird things about these t

“He used to have these…episodes when we were younger. After everything that happened with his uncle, he struggled for years and…” “His uncle?” I asked, unable to help myself. “Alpha Kaelor?” “No, that’s his godfather. He had an uncle named Heron. Things happened in the past that just…” she trailed off, rubbing her temples. “Since you don’t already know about it, perhaps it’s not my place to tell you. He wouldn’t be pleased if he found out I told you.” My heart sank. “I understand."

He'd live, if with a nasty scar. He dropped to one knee, hugging his mangled arm to his chest as he reacted. "Go home. Tell Mikhail the good news. That I've ended the waste of life that he called his son." I tightened my arm around Alisa. "And that I've claimed a wife." Without looking away from him as he rocked and cradled his arm in pain, I pressed a quick kiss to her temple. The faster he could relay this information, the quicker my uncle would be pushed to losing it. I needed him off balance, riled up, and crazy with how messily his world was crumbling apart.

But if he was really killed, the handsome mansion would be in a mess, and she would definitely be miserable when she came back, she wouldn't know. "I'm afraid it's you." He looked at her, before answering after a long time: "They were talking about Corbin, who was bombed beyond recognition by a grenade and was taken away by Master Lang and the others." "Your uncle?" "Yes. , my uncle." He replied in a low voice. She understood that he was actually a man of love, but his uncle always wanted his life. Such a battle was not forced to his head, and he was not willing to fight it.

The gray ash of the coven wight lay scattered over my torn bridal gown, but the weight of the spell hadn't broken. In the center of the sanctuary, the skeletal remains of what my uncle called his "son" lay flat, yet the air was still shivering with a massive, stolen Alpha aura. My uncle did not stay on his knees. He scrambled backward, his eyes darting from the bones of the wight to the shattered western gates where Derek stood.

Vincent and Lena had lost their last lifeline, and pure, unadulterated terror filled their eyes. “Uncle Leo, I’m your blood nephew! If you kill me, how will you face Grandfather? How will you face our family in the afterlife?” Leo’s voice was cold as ice, sharp as a blade: “That’s not your concern anymore.” At the eleventh hour, I lifted my hand and grabbed Leo’s arm. He turned back to me, his eyes wide with confusion.

“Why? So you'll run back to my uncle? Don't you have shame? You were confessing your love to me barely a month ago but now you've moved to him. Is this some sort of kink for you? Sleeping with family members—” The words had barely rolled out of his mouth when she slapped him hard across his face. Alex’s eyes blazed, nose flaring as he glared at Lyra. He didn't move, the only indication that the slap had stung was the thick muscle jumping in his jaw. Lyra pressed her lips together, then slapped him again. But Alex was faster—He caught her hand before she hit him. Forcefully, Lyra withdrew her hand—still breathing hard, disappointed. “It's not a kink,” she spat. “I upgraded. I'm married to you

Just as the thought settled in my heart, John, who had somehow broken free again, rushed toward me and dropped to his knees. He clutched my arm, voice trembling with desperation. "Audrey, tell me… You married my uncle just to make me jealous, didn't you? I admit it, I'm jealous. I'm going mad with it. I can't lose you. Don't marry him, please?" His words sent ripples of shock through the crowd. John's father stormed forward, yanking him by the arm. "You worthless brat! What the hell are you doing? Get up! Stop disgracing us here!"