All Chapters of DEAR EX, I AM YOUR UNCLE'S MATE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The ground beneath Annabel’s feet cracked wider, forcing her to leap back. Rocks scattered, plunging into the yawning abyss. Her heart raced, her claws itching for purchase as the tremors intensified.“Fall back!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.Wolves scattered, scrambling to higher ground, their howls of alarm mixing with the deep, guttural roar emanating from the pit. Annabel’s eyes locked on Evangeline, standing defiantly as the shadow behind her twisted and grew, coalescing into something monstrous.Evangeline’s grin widened. “You should’ve stayed in your precious camp, sister. This is no place for hope.”Annabel lunged forward, claws outstretched, but the rogue yanked her back just as the shadow lashed out. The force sent debris flying, and Annabel’s packmates ducked for cover.“You can’t fight that!” the rogue barked, his grip firm on her arm.“I’m not letting her walk away!” Annabel snapped, shaking him off.Evangeline raised a hand, her voice cold and comman

Annabel tightened her grip on the hilt of her dagger as the voice echoed in her ears. “Annabel.” Her name, spoken in that unmistakable tone—low, deliberate, and laced with familiarity.It couldn’t be Elijah. She had seen him die. Felt the weight of his final breath.But this wasn’t just her imagination.“Who’s there?” she barked, spinning toward the sound. Her wolves flinched, startled by the venom in her voice.The rogue stepped closer. “What is it?”She ignored him, scanning the shadows. “Come out!”Nothing moved. The forest loomed silent, except for the rustle of leaves in the faint wind.“Alpha,” Mila whispered, her eyes wide. “We should move. We’re exposed.”Annabel didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her instincts screamed at her to stay alert.A sudden movement—swift, almost imperceptible—flashed on her right. Annabel lunged, slamming a dagger into the trunk of a tree. It stuck deep, but there was nothing there.The rogue swore under his breath. “We’re being watched.”“By who?” Mila h

The northern perimeter was chaos.Annabel reached the front line to find her wolves locked in brutal combat with intruders. These weren’t the erratic, twisted wolves from before. They moved with precision, striking key positions and exploiting weaknesses. Someone had trained them.Mila barreled toward Annabel, her shoulder bleeding but her stance steady. “They’re coordinated, Alpha. Too coordinated.”Annabel nodded, scanning the battlefield. “They’re being directed. Find their leader.”“I’m on it.” Mila spun and disappeared into the fray.The rogue appeared at Annabel’s side, his sword cutting down an attacker mid-stride. “This isn’t random,” he growled. “They’re baiting us.”Annabel grimaced, slamming her dagger into an enemy’s throat. “Let’s turn the trap on them, then. Hold the line!” she shouted to her wolves. “Force them into the gorge!”Her wolves responded with precision, driving the intruders back. Annabel moved through the chaos, fighting alongside her pack. The scent of bloo

The moment Annabel stepped into the clearing, chaos erupted.Two wolves stood face-to-face, snarling, their hackles raised. A crowd had gathered, murmurs of discontent rippling through the group. Annabel pushed forward, her voice cutting through the noise.“What’s going on?”The larger wolf, Garrick, bared his teeth. “This one,” he spat, pointing at the smaller wolf, “has been spreading lies. Saying you’re no better than Elijah. That you’ll lead us to ruin.”The accused wolf, a wiry male named Oran, held his ground. “I only speak what others think but are too afraid to say.”Annabel’s claws twitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. “Then say it to me. If you’re brave enough to question my leadership, you can do it here and now.”Oran hesitated, but the crowd’s expectant gazes emboldened him. “You’ve been distracted ever since Elijah’s death. First, Evangeline, and now Darius. We’re fighting your battles while our pack falls apart.”Annabel took a step closer, her voice dropping.

The shadowy figure stepped forward, its movements fluid and unnatural. The wolves that had been snarling moments ago froze, their aggression vanishing as though snuffed out. Even the beast, massive and feral moments before, shrank back, whimpering low in its throat.Annabel held her ground, her claws still extended. “Who are you?” she demanded.The figure’s voice rolled out like a whisper laced with command. “You fight so hard for a throne built on broken promises.”“Answer me!” Annabel snapped, stepping forward.The figure turned its head toward her, and for a moment, she saw its face shift—flickering between familiarity and something unrecognizable. Her breath hitched when she caught a glimpse of Elijah’s features before they melted away into the void.“Don’t let it get into your head,” the rogue growled from behind her. He limped to her side, blood streaking his face but his stance unyielding.“It’s trying to rattle you, Annabel.”“Smart wolf,” the figure murmured, its tone amused.