All Chapters of Claimed By My Mate's Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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1. Life of Misery

Life was not that bad.That was what she always told herself. Even in the worst circumstances, she always told herself that life would get better for her one day. She didn't even wish for a good life; she just hoped it would get better one day, and that was all.But certain things weren't written in your fate. And no matter how much you wish for it, it could never be your reality.A harsh kick on her back had her eyes flying open wide, a whimper escaping her lips as she hysterically tried to scramble to the cold wall. Her gaze slowly adjusted to the morning light as she held the torn blanket to her chest and stared at the intruder in her attic.It was Carolina, her twin sister, who was just a few minutes older than her. She glared down at Rosalie with such hatred and loathing that it could burn a person alive."It's past 6 am. Why the hell are you still sleeping? You were supposed to prepare a warm bath for me with all the scents. But you're rotting here." Carolina gritted.Rosalie's

2. Dangerous Stranger

Tears streamed down Rosalie's cheeks as she tried to free her arm from her mom's grip, but it was of no use.She dragged her to the tree near the woods. Rosalie panicked and shook her head violently, but Penelope didn't listen.She forced her against the tree and tied her hands with the ropes behind the tree. Stepping back, she glared at the girl."You'll stay tied here until afternoon. I know you did that stunt because you didn't want your sister to shine at the moonlit altar. You're jealous that she'd shine in the ceremony." Penelope growled."No. That's not true. Please, untie me." She pleaded as her mother glared at her."Stay quiet!" She hissed and walked away, leaving her alone.Two hours passed as she stood there tied up. Her legs trembled, and sweat trickled down her temple despite the cold. Her lips trembled; she was thirsty. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. If she were kept tied like this a few more hours, maybe she'd die.Carolina returned home, but she saw Rosali

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 and adjusted it as she gaped at herself in the mirror.The burgundy dress had glittering diamonds at the chest area, it was tight around her waist and chest, and flowed down her waist. And there was a slight tail at the back of the dress.She hasn't done any makeup yet, her hair was wet as they cascaded down her back, and yet she looked so pretty. She hasn't felt this beautiful her entire life.Rosalie combed her hair gently and then grabbed the lipstick, which Carolina had discarded not so long ago. She didn't like the shade of it. But Rosalie loved it, so she kept it in her attic under the cupboard. Make-up was a luxury to her. She stared at the dark maroon shade, putting some on her fing

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 pulsing between them, a divine bridge that was supposed to lead her to a life of love.The bond was thrumming, live, and electrifying. The sparks were crazy where he held her wrist, but so was the pain as he squeezed, making her whimper. His grip wasn't that of belonging; it was a shackle."I, Prince Cassian Valen," he shouted, his voice echoing off the white stone of the altar, "recognize the Moon Goddess’s choice. I see the bond that ties me to this... Omega."Omega... He called her omega. Was it because she was an omega? But she has a soul too. She feels pain as well.He spat the word 'Omega' like it was poison. A murmur rippled through the pack. Rosalie’s heart stuttered. No, why am I think

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 through the white stone altar like the toll of a death knell. The silver threads that had once tethered her to Prince Cassian were completely gone, replaced by a heavy, invisible chain that bound her to the most ruthless Alpha in existence. She was a Varkov now. She belonged to the monster of the Black Fortress. Rosalie gasped for air, her lungs burning as she choked on the heavy fluid. Her small, fragile body trembled violently against Dominic’s massive frame. He hadn't let go of her arm; his fingers were a vice, holding her perfectly upright when her

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 complete jelly. She staggered, the sharp rocks cutting into her soles, but his iron grip kept her upright. Feeling the chill of the cold stones beneath her feet, she realised that she had lost her shoes in her misery at the ceremony.She forced her heavy, tear-blurred eyelids open, and her breath instantly hitched in her throat. She was visibly shaken, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Surrounding them in the dim, foggy courtyard were dozens of high-ranking guards. They were absolutely huge, massive, imposing Alphas whose towering heights cast terrifying silhouettes against the gray mist. They were draped from head to toe in thick, matte-black

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 silks? Why did he want her body washed in expensive scents? No, she wasn't stupid. She had grown up around Carolina and her cruel friends; she knew exactly what this meant. He wanted to consummate the marriage tonight. He was going to claim her body, force himself upon a broken Omega, and complete the dark blood bond he had started at the altar. No, she was too broken. She couldn't survive that. Before she could even open her mouth to protest, Dominic turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving the doors to click shut behind him. The moment he left, the maids immediately began

8. Her Surrender

The final thread of Rosalie’s resistance snapped the exact second Dominic’s lips crashed onto hers.Rosalie turned to ice in absolute shock. It took her a couple of seconds to realize what was just happening. He was kissing her.It wasn't a kiss; he was simply devouring her; it was an act of pure, unadulterated conquest. Dominic captured her trembling, parted lips with a fierce, punishing hunger that made her head spin. A sharp, muffled, protesting cry from her was instantly swallowed down his throat. She gasped when he licked her lips and, taking advantage, his tongue invaded her mouth, hot and dominant, tasting the sweet floral notes of the bath and the raw, electric terror exuding from her soul.He didn't loosen his grip on her silky, long hair. His large, scarred fist tightened, holding her head perfectly still, angling her face to deepen the kis

9. The Morning after the Storm

Consciousness returned to Rosalie in slow, agonizing fragments. Bright, ruthless morning light poured into the grand chamber through the sheer net curtains of the terrace, cutting through the shadows and forcing her to squint her eyes. Her entire body ached with a deep exhaustion. Her muscles felt like lead, and her throat was completely parched, burning with every breath. With a low, fragile groan, Rosalie forced her heavy, swollen eyelids open; the unfamiliar, intricate ceiling brought back last night in a flash of memories. For a terrifying, heart-stopping second, panic spiked in her veins. Her jade eyes darted frantically around the bed, expecting to see the scarred, godly frame of the beast looming over her. But the other side of the massive king-sized bed was cold. Empty.

10. Her First Day

On the high stone balcony of the Black Fortress, the morning air felt like a sheet of pure ice against Rosalie’s skin, but the heat burning through her veins was scorching.Dominic stood bare-chested in the freezing mountain wind, a lethal god of war surrounded by his formidable, black-armored guards. His jaw tightened, the sharp, rigid line of his granite features shifting as his dark gaze deliberately drifted away from her face. Slowly, agonizingly, his eyes lingered down the length of her body. He tracked the vibrant emerald wool of her fresh gown, his focus burning through the fabric to trace the slope of her breasts, the small taper of her waist, and the hidden curves beneath.It was like fire erupted in her body.A sudden, white-hot flash of raw electricity bloomed at the base of her neck, rushing downward through her spine until her thighs quivered

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