Claimed By My Mate's Uncle
The scent of winter pine, snow, and old blood instantly enveloped her, blocking out the suffocating citrus cologne of the Prince.
Dominic stepped closer to the edge of the dais, his towering height casting a massive, terrifying shadow over Cassian and Carolina. The sheer force of his Alpha command slammed into the clearing like a physical shockwave, forcing several lower-ranking wolves to drop to their knees in pure submission.
"She is the Lady of the Varkov Estate now," Dominic said, his amber eyes locking onto Cassian’s with a promise of utter annihilation. The smirk instantly died on the Prince's face, replaced by a sudden, stark terror. "She is my wife. If any man in this pack, including
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