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59. The Primal Bond
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2026-07-05 01:19:44
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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 85. Into The Dark Tide
The suffocating stillness of the cottage felt heavier with every passing second. Rosalie sat on the edge of her mattress, her cold fingers wrapped tightly around her knees as tears of guilt silently tracked down her cheeks.She couldn't stop thinking about Ezekiel, his innocent people, and the terrifying war camp Dominic had built right on the border. She had brought this chaos to their doorstep. By running away, she hadn't just risked her own survival and the tiny, hidden heartbeat inside her womb; she had put an entire kingdom in the crosshairs of a feral, unhinged beast.Suddenly, the quiet night was shattered.Outside, the faint crunch of heavy, iron-booted footsteps echoed against the gravel path. Rosalie froze, her breath hitching in her throat."Check around the sides," a low, gravelly voice rasped right outside her bedro
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 84. Shadows On The Border
The mud along the borderlands was dark, thick, and stained with the sweat of hundreds of restless warhorses. A heavy, suffocating silence hung over the neutral territory, broken only by the distant snap of Northern banners whipping in the cold wind.In the center of the makeshift encampment stood Dominic.He looked like an absolute nightmare, a phantom straight out of a horror story. He wore no polished armor, no regal robes, and no crown. His dark tunic was torn, stained with dirt and dried crimson blood from his own split knuckles. His long black hair was wild, hanging in greasy strands over a face that had grown hollow, pale, and unhinged. But the most terrifying thing about the Supreme King of the North was his eyes. The warm amber was completely gone, swallowed whole by a pitch-black void of pure, psychotic obsession.He hadn't slept in days. He hadn't was
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 83. The Silent Siege
The cold light of dawn crept through the small glass window of the coastal cottage, casting pale gray shadows across the wooden floorboards.Rosalie sat up slowly in bed, her eyes swollen and stinging from a night spent weeping into her pillow. The mattress beside her was cold, empty, and silent. Her heart was a shattered mess, raw with the unbearable grief of Dominic’s betrayal, but as she looked down at her lap, her hands instinctively drifted to her flat stomach.I have to be strong, she thought, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. I am not just fighting for myself anymore.She glanced at the small wooden nightstand. Resting beside a pitcher of water was the glass vial containing Morana’s silver potion. Rosalie checked the position of the morning sun; it was time. Exactly twenty-four hours since her last dose.With trembling fingers, she uncorked the vial. The liquid swirled with that strange, icy magic, smelling sharply of crushed mint and iron. Rosalie brought the glass to her li
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 7. My Bride
A wave of ice-cold dread clouded her very soul, freezing the blood in her veins. No... Her mind screamed as the realization hit her like a physical blow. Why did he want her dressed in the purest of silk
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
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