Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 93: Unfilial Son

Charlotte gasped, her body frozen in shock as she watched Damon lose control. The Damon she knew was always in control, but right now, he was driven in pure, primal rage.

Julian choked, clawing at Damon’s grip, his face twisting in panic.

"U-Uncle—" Julian gasped, struggling to breathe. "L-let’s talk—"

"Talk?" Damon’s voice was dangerously low. His fingers tightened around Julian’s throat, cutting off the rest of his words.

"Did you let Charlotte talk when she begged you to let her go?" Damon snarled, his gray eyes flashing. "Did you listen when she cried?"

Julian gasped, his hands clawing weakly at Damon’s wrist.

Damon didn’t care.

He tightened his grip even more, lifting Julian slightly off the ground. "You shot my mate." Damon’s voice was like cold water that wanted to freeze Julian to death. "You hurt her."

"Julian," Damon growled, his gray eyes dark with fury. "I gave you a chance."

His grip tightened around Julian’s throat, his knuckles turning white.

"I waited for you to turn yourself in. I waited for you to take responsibility for your crimes. To confess all the dirty things you’ve done and face your punishment in prison." He gritted his teeth. "But you chose this path instead."

Julian gasped, struggling against Damon’s iron grip, but it was useless.

"I have always shown mercy to my family," Damon continued, his voice laced with venom. "But you?" His lips curled into a sneer. "You are not my family anymore."

Julian’s eyes widened in terror. For the first time, he seemed to truly understand, Damon wasn’t just angry.

Damon was done.

"The only thing I want right now ..." Damon leaned in closer. "Is to snap your neck and bury you so deep in the ground that no one will ever find your corpse."

The weight of Damon’s words settled like a death sentence. Then suddenly, he felt a soft touch on his ankle. "Damon."

Charlotte’s voice was hoarse as she crawled toward him, her trembling fingers wrapping around his leg. "The Nocturnal Order ... they might cause trouble for you if you kill this rat."

Damon didn’t move, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Charlotte swallowed, trying to push down her own anger. She wanted Julian dead just as much as Damon did.

But it wasn’t worth it.

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The Nocturnal Order had strict rules. Every criminal had to go through their court, unless killing them was the only option for survival.

And right now? Damon was fine.

Julian hadn’t managed to hurt him.

If Damon killed him now, it would be seen as murder, not justice.

The court might not throw him in prison, but they wouldn’t let it slide, either. They would make things difficult.

And Charlotte refused to let Damon suffer because of Julian.

Julian wasn’t worth it.

Damon’s grip on Julian’s throat didn’t loosen. His gray eyes remained locked onto the man who had caused so much suffering, his expression carved from pure rage.

He wanted to kill him.

No, he needed to.

Julian had hurt Charlotte. He had stolen her freedom, her choices, her peace. He had poisoned Haven.

If there was anyone in this world who deserved to die, it was him.

Charlotte’s grip on Damon’s leg tightened. "Please," she whispered. "He’s not worth it."

Damon clenched his jaw, his body screamed at him to finish what he started, but Charlotte was right.

Killing Julian wouldn’t undo what he had done. Beside that, if Damon killed him now, he would be the one facing consequences.

Julian would be dead, while Charlotte would have to live with another weight on her shoulders.

Damon didn’t care about himself. He could kill Julian right now and feel nothing.

But Charlotte?

She had already suffered enough. He refused to add to her pain by making her witness his death.

Damon didn’t want Julian to become a permanent scar in her memory. If he killed him now, his death would be unforgettable. But letting him live? Letting her watch him be dragged away, thrown into a cell where he would rot for the rest of his miserable life?

That would be true justice.

His grip on Julian’s throat loosened slightly. He was ready to let go, but Julian suddenly laughed. "That’s right, Uncle," he said, his lips curling into a grin. "You can’t kill me."

"Because if you do ..." His eyes gleamed with darkness. "Your sister might never be found."

Damon’s entire body froze.

His grip tightened around Julian’s throat again, but this time, it wasn’t just out of rage, it was something deeper. Something colder.

Charlotte felt it too. The second those words left Julian’s mouth, she saw the way Damon’s entire demeanor shifted. The barely restrained fury in his eyes turned into something lethal.

"You used your own mother as a pawn?" Damon’s expression darkened, disbelief flickering in his stormy gray eyes.

He had always known Julian was rotten to the core, but this? Even he hadn’t expected him to sink this low.

"Are you fucking insane?!" Damon’s voice was sharp, filled with a rage that made the walls around them feel smaller.

Julian let out a strained chuckle, still coughing from Damon’s grip. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his smile returning, though weaker this time.

"Insane?" he repeated, tilting his head. "I’d say strategic."

Julian had always been a manipulative bastard, but to use his own mother as leverage? There were no words vile enough to describe him.

"You disgust me," Damon spat.

Julian merely shrugged, acting as if he wasn’t one wrong move away from getting his throat crushed.

"I did what I had to do," he said. "She’s my mother, after all. Don’t you think she’d want to help her beloved son?"

Charlotte winced at his tone. He spoke as if this was just a minor inconvenience, as if his mother’s life was nothing more than a chess piece to be moved around.

Priscilla was far from innocent. She had played a role in making Charlotte’s life a living hell as well.

But that didn’t mean Charlotte agreed with Julian using his own mother as a bargaining chip just to stay alive.

What a jerk.

"Where is she?" Damon asked him with urgency. It was a miracle he hadn’t ripped Julian apart yet.

Julian’s smile deepened, despite the fact that he was seconds away from death.

Julian sighed dramatically. "Now, now, Uncle," he said, flashing a smug grin. "If I told you right away, that would ruin all the fun."

"Let me go first." Julian suddenly lifted his radio communicator, his smirk never fading. "If I don’t check in within the next ten minutes ... then I’ll have her thrown into the ocean."

Damon’s eyes darkened. His entire body went rigid, his hands twitching as if resisting the urge to snap Julian’s neck right then and there.

"Julian, you’re out of your mind!!" Damon roared, his voice echoing through the tunnel.

Julian chuckled. "Oh, I know I am." His smile widened, but there was something odd about it.

"But tell me, Uncle ..." His voice dropped, taking on a mocking tone. "Isn’t she the one who made me this way?"

Damon’s jaw clenched.

Julian let out a low, bitter laugh. "Did she ever scold me when I did something wrong? No." He tilted his head, his expression eerily calm. "She let me turn into this."

His next words made Charlotte’s stomach drop.

"So tell me, Uncle ... if I killed her, do you think she would forgive me too?"

Damon threw Julian’s body against the steel wall with a force that sent a deafening clang echoing through the bunker.

Julian groaned, collapsing onto the cold floor.

Charlotte barely had time to process what was happening when she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

From the distance, she saw Diana and Louis running toward them, followed closely by the werewolves from the Crimson Moon Pack.

The moment Louis saw Julian still breathing, his fury exploded.

"Why the hell is he still alive?!" Louis snarled, his fist already flying toward Julian’s face.

But before the punch could land, Damon grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

Louis turned to his brother, his eyes blazing with anger. "What are—"

"He’ll kill Priscilla if I kill him," Damon said, his voice cold and sharp as ice.

Louis stiffened at his words. His jaw clenched so hard that Charlotte could hear his teeth grind together.

Diana, however, had no intention of staying calm.

She stormed forward, grabbing Julian by the collar and yanking him up roughly.

"How dare you use your own mother as a bargaining chip?!" she shouted, shaking him.

Julian only smiled at her.

Diana’s patience snapped. She immediately slammed him back against the steel wall, her face inches from his.

"Where is she?!" she demanded, her voice shaking with fury.

"How about we make a deal?" he rasped, licking the blood from his split lip.

Diana slammed him harder against the steel wall. "You’re in no position to bargain!" she snapped.

Julian chuckled, though the sound was weak. "Oh, but I am," he murmured. "Because you need me alive, don’t you?"

Damon’s grip on his shoulder tightened. "You don’t get to decide what happens next," he growled.

"Kill me now, and you’ll never find her," he taunted. "She’s somewhere no one will ever look. And if I don’t check in soon, well ..." His smile widened. "Let’s just say she won’t be breathing much longer."