The Forbidden Mate: Claimed By My Ex's Alpha Uncle

Colette POV: "Give her a week. She’s just a poor, orphaned Omega.

She’ll come crawling back to beg me like a good little pet." That was what my wealthy Alpha boyfriend sneered to his friends after dumping me for a girl he had known for barely four days.

He thought my four years of meticulous devotion meant I couldn't survive without him. He was wrong. I didn't shed a single tear.

I packed my bags, walked out of his villa, and decided to focus on my career as a top heart surgeon.

But that same night, in a desperate attempt to save a dangerously handsome stranger bleeding out in a club restroom, I made a reckless mistake.

To hide his scent from his pursuers, I stripped off my shirt, pinned him against the wall, and kissed him deeply to fake a heated mating frenzy.

I thought I would never see him again. A week later, my ex's grandmother suffered a massive heart attack. As the lead surgeon, I pulled her back from the brink of death.

My ex showed up at the hospital with his new fling, looking at me with that same arrogant smirk, waiting for me to beg for his attention.

But before he could even speak, the terrifying Alpha King—my ex's ruthless, untouchable uncle—stepped out of the shadows.

The man whose mere presence made my ex tremble in absolute terror. My blood ran cold. Those piercing blue eyes... It was the stranger I had kissed in the restroom.

My ex gloated, thinking his ruthless uncle was about to punish me for disrespecting the family. Instead, the King completely ignored his nephew.

His dark, predatory gaze locked onto my lips before he made an announcement that sent shockwaves through the entire hospital. "From this moment on, Dr.

Freeman is under my personal protection," the King commanded, his voice dripping with dangerous possession.

He stepped closer, his rough thumb brushing my trembling wrist. "Pack her things. She is moving into my Manor... right next to my bedroom." —— "Colette, Alpha Colten is hurt.

Get to the pack's club, now." That frantic phone call from one of Colten’s enforcers had sent me running. I had just finished an exhausting eighthour surgery at the pack hospital.

My legs ached, and I hadn't even had a sip of water before sprinting all the way to the VIP lounge.

Pushing the heavy oak door open, the sickly sweet scent of a strange shewolf hit me before the visual did. Colten was lounging on the plush leather sofa.

And sitting sideways on his lap, her pale, slender legs draped intimately over his thighs, was a young woman named Hanna Hamilton.

Her eyes were redrimmed, and unshed tears clung to her long lashes. Seeing me walk in, Colten frowned impatiently. "Colette, Hanna hurt her right ankle.

Check it quickly." Hanna looked at me with wide, tearful doe eyes. "Sorry to trouble you, Colette." The frantic worry that had kept me running on empty lungs instantly turned into a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

He wasn't hurt. He had his men lie to me, dragging me here exhausted and dehydrated, just to tend to his new fling's minor sprain. A sharp, stinging ache gripped my heart.

I had loved him for so long, always putting him first, yet to him, my exhaustion meant absolutely nothing.

He didn't even care to ask why I was still in my scrubs, or why my face was so pale. I stared at her foot resting intimately on the sofa.

Swallowing the bitter lump of grievance in my throat and forcing down the trembling in my legs, I slowly crouched down. I reached out.

My fingers were still an inch away from her skin, not even brushing her ankle, when— "Ah!

It hurts so much!" Hanna shrieked in agony, burying her face into Colten’s chest like a frightened pup. "Colette!

Do you even know how to treat a patient?" Colten roared, his heavy Alpha aura flaring with sudden anger, pressing down on me. "I haven't even touched her yet," I explained calmly, looking up.

His brows knitted together in deep annoyance. "If you didn't touch her, why is she crying in pain?" As he spoke, his large hand gently patted Hanna’s back, soothing her.

I had always known he could be gentle to other females. But seeing this tender, affectionate side of him directed at someone else today made me realize how pathetic I was.

The stark contrast felt like a silver blade twisting deeply into my chest. I had been his official girlfriend for four years, but our history spanned nearly two decades.

We grew up going to school together. During the holidays, I meticulously took care of his daily life.

When he was struck by wolfsbane fever, I stayed awake for three days straight to keep his temperature down. He had known this girl in his arms for barely four days.

Yet, Colten chose to believe a fourday fling over me. I slowly stood up, forcing my spine straight. "I'm sorry.

I can't treat this." "Can't treat it?" Colten sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Our pack took you in, fed you for years, and paid for your medical degree, and you can't even treat a minor sprain?" I finally heard the underlying contempt in his voice.

I recognized his dissatisfaction with me and our relationship. Above all, I recognized that my status in his heart had never changed. I was just a servant to him.

Standing tall, I lowered my eyes and took one last, careful look at the man I had loved for so many years.

Then, I forced the words out. "Alpha Colten, I cannot treat this lady's injury." I paused, taking a steady breath to stop my voice from trembling. "Also, I apologize for occupying the position of your girlfriend for the past few years.

It won't happen again." Colten lifted his dark eyes, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "Are you throwing a tantrum and breaking up with me? Perfect.

I wanted to give Hanna a proper title anyway." His tone was so relaxed. Light. It was as if... he had been waiting for me to say those exact words. "Enjoy your night, Alpha.

I'll take my leave." I turned on my heel and walked away.

Before I even stepped out of the lounge, the mocking voices of Colten’s enforcers leaked into the hallway. "Whoa, do you think she's actually serious this time?" "Please.

If his father hadn't pressured him, would an orphaned Omega ever get to sit in that position? She's just bluffing." "She won't leave. Give it a day.

One call from our future Alpha and she’ll come running back like a good little pet." I quickened my pace, practically fleeing the club.

The moment I stepped out of that room, a tidal wave of suffocating grief crashed over me. My mother was a servant for the Alpha's family.

Twenty years ago, she died protecting the packhouse during a rogue attack. My cowardly father took the compensation money and fled the pack.

Out of pity, the Norton family took me in. They let me attend school alongside Colten, tasking me with serving him. I had no family; all my childhood memories were tethered to him.

Later, we got together. He once announced to the entire pack at the annual mating gala that I was his. He once bought me a diamond ring, saying he wanted to mark and marry me.

The memories violently clashed with what had just happened. It felt like an invisible hand was crushing my heart, hurting so much I couldn't breathe.

It wasn't until passing pack members cast strange looks my way that I realized tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face.

I turned and rushed into the club's women’s restroom, locking myself in the furthest stall before breaking down, sobbing silently.

I let the tears wash away two decades of a foolish illusion. When I finally purged all the sorrow from my system, ready to step out and embrace a new life... I unlatched the door.

Before I could open it fully, a massive, towering figure shoved his way inside. Terrified, I opened my mouth to scream, but a large, rough hand clamped over my lips.

The overwhelming scent of blood and terrifying, raw Alpha power filled the tiny space, completely paralyzing my wolf.

He pinned me against the corner wall, lowering his voice into a dangerous, gravelly warning. "Keep quiet and cooperate if you want to live."

Colette POV: His voice was heavy, strained with a clear suppression of agony.

The moment he leaned in, an overwhelming stench of metallic blood engulfed me, completely masking the faint, clean scent of snowcovered cedar beneath it.

The large hand clamped over my mouth and nose was slick with fresh blood. My doctor's instinct kicked in. Sensing he was severely wounded, my initial thrashing immediately ceased.

Hearing chaotic footsteps outside, the man turned to lock the stall door, only to find the latch was completely broken.

He cursed under his breath. "Where the fuck did he go?" a rough voice barked from the hallway. "Shit, you think he ducked into the restrooms?" another replied. "You guard the exit.

I'll check the women's room! When I find him, I'm breaking his legs with this silverlaced baton. Let's see him run then!" The man leaned heavily against the tiled wall.

Even in the dim light, I could see his face was deathly pale, the entire left sleeve of his dark dress shirt soaked in blood. My eyes fell on his face.

There was something strikingly familiar about those cold, piercing blue eyes. It was as if... I had seen them somewhere before. Heavy boots stomped into the women's restroom.

The chaser was kicking the stall doors open one by one. Bang. Bang.

I don't know what possessed me—maybe it was the adrenaline, or the reckless courage born from having my heart shattered tonight—but I grabbed the man's leather belt and threw his exact warning back at him in a fierce whisper. "Keep quiet and cooperate if you want to live." Treating him like a patient who needed immediate emergency intervention, I swiftly unbuckled his belt, yanked his expensive tailored trousers down, and kicked them toward the gap under the stall door.

Then, I ripped open the buttons of his bloodsoaked shirt.

Listening to the chaser checking the stalls closer and closer, I grabbed the bottle of highly concentrated medical rubbing alcohol from my bag—a habit I kept for emergencies—and sprayed it everywhere, overpowering the metallic tang of blood.

At the same time, a surge of adrenaline spiked my own sweet Omega scent, mixing with the alcohol to create a heavy, intoxicating illusion of a couple in the middle of a heated mating frenzy.

Just as the door to our stall was yanked open, I made a splitsecond decision. I pulled my Tshirt over my head, tossing it aside, leaving me in only my lacy bra.

Without hesitation, I cupped the stranger's face and smashed my lips against his. The man stiffened for a fraction of a second. But then, an instinctual, primal reaction took over.

His large hand gripped my bare waist, pulling me flush against his hard, burning chest.

A strange, electric jolt sparked the moment our lips met, sending a shiver straight to my core. He turned my desperate coverup into a deep, dominating kiss that left me breathless.

I tore my lips away just enough to snap my head toward the intruder, screaming with feigned rage, "What the hell are you looking at?

Go watch your own mate!" Male shifters were predictable creatures driven by their primal urges.

Seeing my bare, pale back and the man's trousers discarded on the floor, the rogue's aggressive posture instantly relaxed into a sleazy smirk.

He even let out a low whistle. "Got a couple of wild ones having a quickie in the stall," the rogue yelled back to his partner at the door, chuckling. "You wanna come watch?" That single scream had drained every ounce of courage I had.

I bit my lower lip hard, my hands tightly gripping the stranger's bloody shirt, not even daring to breathe. "They're fucking gone, you idiot!

Stop watching a live show and keep looking!" the voice from the hallway snapped. The heavy boots finally retreated, and the restroom door swung shut.

It wasn't until the room fell into complete, dead silence that I let out a long, shaky exhale. I turned to face the wall and quickly pulled my Tshirt back on.

Behind me, the man calmly bent down, pulled up his trousers, and fastened his belt. He adjusted his collar, preparing to leave...

I grabbed his arm, pulling him back, and pointed at the closed toilet lid. "Sit." I completely ignored the flash of surprise in his piercing blue eyes.

Bending down to dig through my bag, I said in my stern, clinical voice, "If I were someone with a severed artery, I'd listen to the doctor." He glanced at the medical supplies in my hand, then at the lingering scent of alcohol I had sprayed.

A faint, amused smirk ghosted over his lips, and he actually sat down. I noticed the edges of the wound on his arm were blackened and sizzling faintly. Silver and wolfsbane.

No wonder a powerful Alpha like him couldn't heal.

I took a silk scarf from my bag, tied it above the wound, and then used a pen to twist it into a makeshift tourniquet. "If you can't get to a pack healer immediately, remember to loosen this every forty minutes for about five minutes to let the blood flow, then tighten it again," I instructed, expertly securing the pen.

When I finally finished and stepped back, I realized he hadn't buttoned his shirt yet.

In the dim, flickering light, his abdominal muscles were sharply defined, his broad, hard chest rising and falling rhythmically with his heavy breathing.

But what caught my eye was a savage, jagged scar on his shoulder that extended all the way down his back. It was an old wound, fully healed, but it would never fade.

A mark of countless lifeanddeath battles. Besides that, there were several lighter scars crisscrossing his torso. Before I could pull my gaze away, the man stood up.

He casually pulled his ruined shirt together, using his bloodstained fingers to selectively fasten just two buttons, leaving his chest dangerously exposed.

Then, he reached out and grabbed my hand just as I was about to pick up my bag. "What are you doing?" I gasped, looking up into his dark, fathomless eyes. My palm felt heavy.

A small, cold metal object was pressed into my hand. The man’s thumb, rough with calluses, gently folded my fingers over it.

The overwhelming aura of a supreme predator washed over me as he leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sent shivers down my spine. "Dr.

Colette... until we meet again." Then, he turned, opened the stall door, and walked out into the shadows with the grace of a lethal king.

Colette POV: I stared at the heavy platinum cufflink in my palm, my heart suddenly skipping a beat. Wait. He had just called me "Dr. Colette." He knew my name! He knew who I was!

I clutched my bag and sprinted out of the restroom, but the dimly lit hallway was completely empty.

The only proof that the dangerous stranger had been there was the lingering scent of metallic blood and cold cedar in the air.

Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the club and immediately dialed my best friend, Brooke. Then, I hailed a cab straight back to Colten's villa.

I had to pack my things before that bastard returned. The massive villa was filled with expensive designer goods.

The walkin closet on the second floor was stuffed with luxurious dresses and custom heels. But those were all Colten's props.

The things that truly belonged to me were pitifully few. A few pairs of wornout scrubs, some basic skincare products, and my heavy stacks of medical textbooks.

It took me less than an hour to pack up my entire fouryear relationship into one battered suitcase and a cardboard box.

I left the designer clothes untouched and restored the bedroom to its immaculate state, erasing any trace of my scent and existence.

By the time I dragged my belongings to the front gates of the villa, Brooke had just pulled up in her car.

She stepped out, staring at the heavy box of medical books in shock. "Are you... planning to give Colten the silent treatment for half a year?" "No," I said calmly, loading the books into her trunk. "I broke up with him.

For good." Brooke knew me well. I had never once uttered the words "break up" in the past four years.

Seeing the absolute deadness in my eyes, she knew I was serious. "Good riddance!" She helped me lift the suitcase. "I fully support you.

You're staying at my place for as long as you need!" Colten POV: The next morning, I was jolted awake by my blaring alarm. My head pounded from a massive hangover.

I rubbed my temples and walked straight into the walkin closet.

Instantly, my eyes fell on the two perfectly matched suits hanging at the front, carefully selected for my meetings today. Colette had prepared them.

I never had to worry about the trivial details of my life. For years, Colette had meticulously coordinated my outfits based on my schedule.

To me, regardless of how many other shewolves I played around with, Colette was the perfect, obedient choice for a mate. Her Omega wolf was weak and submissive.

She was bluffing, I thought with a smirk. She threw a tantrum about breaking up last night, but she still crawled back to lay out my clothes.

Feeling smug, I changed and walked downstairs. "Alpha Colten, breakfast is ready," Eleanor, the head housekeeper, said as she stepped out of the kitchen.

I frowned, looking around. "Where is Colette?" "Miss Colette sent me a message past midnight, asking me to prepare your meals from now on," Eleanor hesitated, her voice dropping. "She moved out last night, Alpha.

She said she won't be returning." My arrogant expression instantly darkened. "Moved out? Did she take the jewelry and dresses I bought her?" "No, sir.

Just one old suitcase and her books." A brief silence fell over the dining room. Then, a cold, mocking sneer escaped my lips. She really thinks this little stunt will make me beg?

I raised my arm, glancing at my expensive watch.

It was 8:30 AM. "I'll give her until eight o'clock tonight," I commanded, my voice dripping with contempt. "If she doesn't come crawling back to beg for my forgiveness by 8 PM, clear out her remaining scent.

Let Hanna move in permanently. It's time this villa had a new mistress anyway. I don't have the patience to play these childish games with a mere servant's daughter."