Accidentally Fell For My Ex's Uncle. The Dark Alpha novel Chapter 6

REMI POV

Her hands closed around my throat.

Squeezing. Cutting off air. His mother—or his aunt, or whichever twin this was—smiled down at me with dead eyes "You're supposed to be gone," she whispered. "They all go so easily."

I clawed at her hands. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't scream.

My vision was going dark around the edges.

And my wolf—my STUPID, HORNY wolf—decided this was the perfect time to replay last night.

Because all I could think about was last night.

Nero's hand on my throat. Not killing. Claiming.

His fingers digging into my skin while he kissed me against that wall. His other hand sliding up my thigh. His voice rough in my ear: "You're mine."

My body had burned then. Just like it was burning now.

Except then I'd been wet. Aching. Desperate.

Now I was dying.

But my wolf didn't care. She was replaying the memory on loop. His teeth grazing my pulse point. The way he'd groaned when I arched into him. The hard press of his cock against my stomach.

THAT was the image in my head as his mother tried to murder me.

Heat pooled low in my belly despite the lack of oxygen.

I was being strangled and I was TURNED ON.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I choked out.

Then the runes exploded.

Black light burst from my skin. Power surged through me like lightning in my veins.

I grabbed her wrists and PUSHED.

The mother—or twin, I still didn't know which—flew backward like a ragdoll. Hit the wall so hard the stone cracked. A huge dent bloomed behind her.

"Holy shit," I whispered, staring at my hands.. What the fuck was I becoming?

I gasped for air. My hands were shaking. Glowing. The runes were visible again, crawling up my arms like living tattoos.

The door burst open.

Nero stood there, taking in the scene. His mother crumpled against the wall. Me on the bed, hands glowing, clearly alive when I should be dead.

"But you were dead," he said slowly. "You died in my hands."

His mother made a pathetic, whimpering sound. Actually conjured tears—impressive considering she was a stone-cold bitch thirty seconds ago.

"She pushed me," she sobbed. "The curse made her mad. She wants to kill me just like she killed Priscilla—"

I wanted to defend myself. Wanted to tell him she'd just tried to strangle me. But my eyes went to the dent in the wall. To his mother wincing dramatically.

He won't believe me, I realized. She's been doing this for years. She knows how to play victim.

Two can play this game, I thought.

Why would he? I looked like the violent one. I'd just thrown a woman across a room.

"The curse affected her," his mother sobbed. "Look at her. Those marks. She's possessed—"

"I would've acted crying more than she did," I muttered.

Nero's head snapped toward me. "What?"

"Nothing. I survived death just to go insane. How lucky." But my body was shaking now. Burning. The runes were fading back into my skin and it felt like they were taking my energy with them. "Just... fuck. Everything hurts."

Nero was at my side in seconds. His hand touched my forehead. "You're burning up."

"Thanks for the update, Dr. Obvious."

His eyes narrowed. "You just threw my mother across a room."

"In my defense, she was strangling me."

"She says you attacked her."

"And you believe her?" I grabbed his shirt. Looked him dead in the eye. "She tried to kill me. I defended myself. But sure, believe the woman who's been picking your brides for years. That's worked out great so far."

His face squeezed a bit .

"Mother." His voice was cold. "Get the maids. Tell them to bring cold water. And get me the healer."

"But Nero—"

"Even if you are mad," he said quietly, "you broke the curse. You survived. I'll forgive you for pushing my mother."

"And Mother?" His voice went cold. "Nobody hears about this outside this room. Understand?"

She left. Shooting me a look that promised murder later.

The maids appeared instantly with buckets of ice water and clean cloths.

They started dabbing at my burning skin.

It did nothing.

Nero stood across the room, watching. Those silver eyes tracking every movement.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes," I said. "One might think you weren't just about to throw me to the wolves."

He dismissed the maid with a wave. "Leave. You're not doing it properly if she can still talk back to me."

"But Alpha, she needs—"

"I said leave."

The maid scurried out.

We were alone.

Nero grabbed the cloth. Dipped it in cold water. Knelt beside the bed.

Wait. The Alpha of Alphas just knelt for me?

He pressed the cloth to my forehead and I gasped

The cold was shock against my burning skin. Water dripped down my temple. My neck. Disappearing between my breasts. His eyes followed every drop. "Better?"

"Yes. No. I don't—" The words died as his fingers brushed my neck. Right over where his mother's hands had been.

Right where HIS hands had been last night.

I hissed. Not from pain.

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