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Claimed By My Best Friend's Uncle, The Alpha

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 747    |    Released on: 26/08/2026

Flynn

back pressed against the wood. The trembling started t

isting the knob until the water was scalding. It poured o

ent away. But it was no use. It felt like it wa

odless lips, and a constellation of purple b

shame. Reminders of

three days in the past, at the pack gatheri

an Stephenson, the Alpha of the Stephenson Pack, my intended mate si

k another woman

said, his voice ringing out for all to hear. "I, Kiera

tearing pain on both souls. But the one who is rejected bears the double

offered whispers and mocking laughter

as too busy schmoozing with the Stephenson elders, as if i

dug into my palms, the shar

t the first powerful man who wasn't part of that world. I thought

he food chain. An Alpha a thousand times more pow

ers had also been betrayed. An arranged mate, a woman f

ew my

t bring comfort.

ayed, would have a possessiven

I would not be a prize won,

g room, grabbing my phone. I couldn't tell

just what if, a really powerful, rea

ll came thro

Her face, covered in a green

e stripper, do you? Is he stalking you?

he seems to think it was

bodies are the worst! Don't you worry, you tell me who

"I don't want to make a scene

, you can't fight force with force. You have to make

d stung, a fresh j

idea. "An insulting amount of money. Like you're paying off

a beacon in my

ng, could surely not tolerate being treated like a commo

illiant, te

oing to

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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.”