Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Alpha Uncle

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iron cage around my wrist, unyielding and impossibly s

eekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes that burned with a terrifying intensity. In that brief, blinding light, I saw s

es closed. His head lolled to the side, and

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tiful, ruined dress, was now caked in dirt and blood. I stared at him, my heart hammering agai

rive away as fast as I could. But I couldn't. I couldn't

looked down at my dress was stained and torn. Without a second thought, I rippe

his temple. The white silk turned crimson almost ins

d pine was stronger now, wrapping around me, seeping into my senses. It was overwhelming, and for a terrifying moment,

et him to

Come on," I grunted, pulling with a

he wet asphalt, my bare feet slipping, my body screaming in protest. It felt like an im

nother Herculean effort. I somehow managed to shove and lift his heavy frame onto the leather, hi

. The car filled with the smell of his blood and that intoxicating forest scent. I kept glanc

r. He was watching me. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips before h

ergency room, the tires leaving black marks on the pavemen

accident! A man is h

im out and onto the stretcher. As they wheeled him away, his hand brus

renaline that had been coursing through my veins vanished. My knees buckled, and I slid down the wall, landing in a heap on the c

in my wet dress, until the sound of heavy, s

oom. They moved with a purpose that was both intimidating and efficient. They lo

w people in the waiting area before it landed on me. He walked directly toward me, his presence sucking

elf up, intending to slip away unnoticed, but it wa

ht him in?" he asked, his

, unable

us," he said. It

"He's stable," the doctor announced. "A concussion and some

his men pushed past him and into a private VIP suite down the ha

for me to enter. I was escorted into the room, my

cleaned from his face, and the cut on his forehead was neatly stitc

id, his voice filled with

nd raced, trying to connect the dots. The power, the autho

ad of the Blackstone Pack. The CEO of H

I had saved the one man my fiancé f

the room, closing the door behind them. We were alone. The silence

the cold, hard surface of the door. I needed

ng that made my blood run cold. He reached over and ripped the IV needle

up. He was barefoot, wearing only the thin hospital pants

ering figure who blocked out the light from the hallway. He smelled of antiseptic, but under

body. His gaze roamed over me, taking in my ruined dress, my bare, scratched feet,

me. Instead, his thumb, rough and calloused, gently brushed away a smudge of mu

ath, too terr

against my ear. His warm breath ghos

ow, gravelly rumble that vibrated through me. "

into mine. Then, he took a step to th

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b. I wrenched it open and fled, running down the sterile hospit