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Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha

Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha

Author: Clara Voss
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 839    |    Released on: 26/08/2026

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smooth silk sheets, only to realize I was completely naked in a stranger's bed. Panic seized my heart as the scent of pine and winter frost-an overw

ast night, he had shattered my world by publicly parading Jetta around as his chosen, sneering as he formally rejected me in fron

a tall

osing presence. His powerful aura had been a shi

to him lik

of his large hands on my waist, the frantic desperation as we tore at each other's clothes, and the scorching heat of his bare chest pressing against mine. I remembered arching into his hard,

ss. What

ned stiffly

His bare chest and shoulders were a landscape of hard muscle, etched

firm line. Even in sleep, he radia

washed over me. I had s

to g

out of the bed, my bones aching

atly on a chair. A glass

ike of fear through me. A Rogue fo

a thief. I pulled all the cash from my wall

night like that, I kn

umpled bills on

his phone. The screen was dark, but th

ing bla

e most powerful pack in North Ameri

y breath. Harley had complained endlessly about her

n Win

t, his presence capab

od ran

friend's uncle? The

a thousand times worse

. Now. Befor

One more glance and I felt his pow

oor, my hand fumbl

k click

a low, gravelly sound rumbled

eaped into

. I burst into the

und of my frantic footsteps. My o

tor button, every

inside, mashing the "close d

w it. The door to his suite opened. A tall, powerful silho

vator p

the cool metal wall,

city. I had to go somewhe

phone and dialed Harley. She was

voice impossibly cheerful. "Hey, Babe

but no words came out. Shame

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Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha
Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha
“After being publicly rejected by my intended mate and abandoned by my own father, I got drunk and slept with a stranger. I thought he was just a Rogue for hire, a nameless body to help me forget the humiliation. But when I saw the black wolf sigil on his phone the next morning, my blood ran cold. He was Barron Winters, the legendary Lycan King, and my best friend's terrifying uncle. Desperate to escape, I tried to insult him by sending a $5,000 payoff note, treating him like a cheap gig. But my father froze my trust fund, and my emergency work advance was mysteriously denied. I had no money and nowhere to run. Then, the new CEO of my company was announced. It was him. He cornered me in his massive office, his suffocating Alpha scent wrapping around me. I panicked, begged, and used every modern excuse to push him away, claiming it was just a meaningless mistake. But he simply took off his shirt, revealing the deep, angry scratches I had left on his back. Marks that only a fated mate could ever inflict on an ancient Lycan. "I need a Luna." His possessive gaze locked onto me, stripping away all my defenses. Using the oldest, most absolute werewolf laws, the tyrant king gave me an ultimatum. Accept my destiny and move into his estate, or he would claim and mark me right there in the office.”