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22. The Golden Cage
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 91. The Broken Sanctuary
The morning sun washed over Port Marrow, but inside The Sea Bloom, the air was thick with a quiet, mounting dread. Rosalie sat at the wooden table on the ground floor, carefully sorting through dried silver bloodroot, mint leaves, and crushed iron flakes. Beside her, Josy tended to a small bronze cauldron simmering over the hearth, her face pale with intense concentration.They spent the entire day consumed by the delicate, agonizing process of brewing the replica potion. Without Morana’s ancient spell chants to bind the magic, every measure of herbs had to be exact. Rosalie ground the roots into fine silver powder while Josy carefully stirred the liquid, both of them working in silent synchronicity. Between preparing the brew and attending to a steady stream of local townspeople coming in to buy tea and healing salves, the hours slipped away in
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 90. Alam Her Protector
The cobblestone streets of Port Marrow hummed with chaotic energy, the midday sun warming the sea-scented breeze that swept through the harbor market. Rosalie walked carefully along the crowded stalls, her hand resting over the heavy, round curve of her stomach. Her thick, silky red hair fell past her hips in a long, neat braid, catching the golden light as she moved. To the world, she was simply Rose, a herbalist’s daughter preparing for the arrival of her child.She paused at a fruit cart, admiring a basket of ripe plums, while Josy inspected a nearby bundle of dried lavender. For a brief moment, the quiet rhythm of the market brought a rare sense of peace to Rosalie’s heart.That peace shattered the second a shadow fell across her path."Well, well... I certainly didn't expect to find the missing Luna of the North marketing fruits in a lawless po
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 89. The Iron Net
Six months later.The golden afternoon sun cast a warm, tranquil glow over the seaside town of Port Marrow. The harsh winter had long passed, replaced by the gentle, fragrant breezes of late summer.In the small garden behind the stone house, Rosalie knelt on a soft woven mat placed over the lush green grass. Her appearance had changed dramatically. Her pale cheeks had recovered a healthy, rosy glow from the coastal sun; her long red hair was braided neatly and now reached below her hips, so thick, silky, and long, and her jade eyes shone with a quiet, profound serenity that had been missing for years.She wore a loose, comfortable linen dress of soft green. Beneath the fabric, her belly was round, heavy, and beautifully prominent.Rosalie gently stroked her stomach, feeling the firm, strong kick o
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 88. The Port of Marrow
Seven beautiful days on the open sea brought a drastic and welcome change in the ocean air. Those days on the ship were so wholesome for her. Rosalie saw a world which she only read about in books. The sea, the stormy wind, the sense of freedom- it was all too beautiful, something she had never seen in her entire life.The freezing, biting gales of the North and the suffocating, humid rainfall of the Southern kingdom yielded to a crisp, salt-heavy breeze carrying the rich, chaotic scents of exotic spices, roasted meats, and drying timber.Early in the morning, as the thick ocean sea fog began to roll away, the grand skyline of Port Marrow rose dramatically from the western coastline.It was a sprawling, vibrant, and entirely lawless coastal haven built directly against jagged red-stone cliffs. Hundreds of ships, ranging from massive merchant vessels to
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 87. Safe Harbor
Far out on the open sea, dawn was slowly breaking over the endless horizon.The dark night sky gradually painted itself in pale shades of cold gray and soft, dusty gold, illuminating the vast, relentless expanse of choppy, deep-blue water. The tiny wooden fishing boat tossed violently against the rolling waves, completely adrift in the middle of the deep ocean, far away from any visible shore.Rosalie sat huddled in the stern of the boat, her dark wool cloak soaked through with freezing sea spray. Beside her, Josy lay curled up against the wooden bench, exhausted, pale, and shivering, her hands clutching the sides of the small vessel to keep herself from tumbling into the sea. Rosalie’s muscles ached with a dull, throbbing pain, her delicate palms raw, red, and blistered from hours of desperately rowing away from the burning cliffside in the dark.Sud
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 86. The Ashes of Secrecy
The orange flames roared furiously into the black night sky, hungrily devouring the weathered wooden roof and beams of the coastal stone cottage. Ash and thick, dark smoke billowed over the rugged cliffside, whipped violently into swirling whirlpools by the biting ocean breeze. Below, the relentless waves crashed against the rocks, as if trying to drown out the sound of the crackling inferno.At the edge of the burning threshold, the two scarred rogue mercenaries stood in the dirt, spitting furiously onto the ground. Their heavy broadswords were unsheathed, glinting with red reflections from the fire, their soot-stained faces twisted in absolute, bitter frustration. They had been inches away from a life-altering fortune, inches away from dragging the runaway Luna straight back to King Dominic for a million gold pieces. Now, their prize had slipped right through their fingers, disappearing into the pitch-black, churning ocean.
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 6. Scented Bathe
Dominic dismounted the beast in one fluid, predatory movement. His massive hand wrapped around her arm, tugging her down with him. The moment her bare, bruised soles made contact with the freezing cobblestones of the courtyard, Rosalie's knees turned into compl
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 5. The Beast's Claim
The thick, copper taste of Dominic Varkov’s blood coated Rosalie’s tongue, a metallic brand that felt like a permanent iron shackle around her soul. The ancient incantations chanted by the trembling High Priest still echoed in the freezing night air, vibrating
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 4. Forced Marriage
The silence of the clearing was deafening. Thousands of eyes were pinned on Rosalie Ashford, but she only had eyes for Prince Cassian. There was so much pain in her teary eyes as she pleaded with her eyes, but he didn't offer her a single glance.The silver threads of the mate bond were still puls
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 3. Her Precious Hope
Rosalie stood in the center of her cramped attic. Her eyes were fixed on the broken mirror in front of her. She has freshly showered, and her skin glows.Stepping out of her ragged clothing, she stared at the beautiful dress she had stitched out of torn dresses of Carolina.Rosalie put on the dress
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