Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha

Chapter 2

Word Count: 708 | Released on: 26/08/2026

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Harley's face, a perfect mixture o

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ed. Tears pricked my eyes, but I forced t

to the passenger seat, the so

eager puppy. "Whoa. Intense man scent. And definitely not Kieran

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le face and shifty eyes. "Erin, are you okay

l pain in my chest. I was

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her hand on the steering wheel, making the horn blare. "I knew it! That

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ck. The important guest... it

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ed open the door, and

fe wa

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Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha

Clara Voss Werewolf

“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.”