All Chapters of The Twins Who Claimed Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Fate can only do little"***ELMA.✿"I would like someone kind, soft and nurturing," I began finally finding my voice after the deafening silence that sat between us."Kind and nurturing," The moon goddess mused, her voice sounding as though she was jotting it down and taking notes. I could not help but feel tempted to turn and look.'Be careful, you don't want to push your luck,' I sighed, warning myself"But at the same time, merciless and aggressive," i mumbled, more to myself, hoping that she had not heard me.I was fully aware of how contrasting my demands were, but oh, it lit up a fire inside me. I hadn't thought about this properly before. This was the first time I was thinking about my likes and dislikes in a person.More like I was finally given a chance to voice out my hidden emotions and to a safe person, the moon goddess would not judge me, right? Otherwise, I generally dated whoever I found mateless, and that was a minuscule population that was constantly vanishing. So

Ridwan It took us a while to get out of Vic's house. We found a lot of hard drives that seemed to be full of data. It'd be given to Blake, our head of the cyber team, to see if we could find anything else about Lynda. I found some notes made by Vic about some of Lynda's previous work. I had ensured to take them as well.It was dark when we finally managed to leave. It took us a whole day just to do this work, and I was feeling agitated because I had other plans for today as well, but I couldn't take care of them because of raiding Vic's house. Despite all of this, we were one step ahead.We now knew Lynda was a she-wolf, and she lived somewhere on the southern coast. Interesting. Very Interesting. Of all the people, it happened to be a she-wolf.Who could have ever thought about that?But it kind of complicated things for a bit. Usually, we knew all our enemies, and most of them happened to be men.There were a couple of she-wolves on the list, too, but I could imagine none of them t

Ridwan“You’ve been feeling that too?”Roshan’s words echoed in my head like a damn ghost.I hated itI hated that even hours later, as we sat in the control center, with our eyes fixed on the flashing screens, As we watched the codes running, files decrypting—I wasn’t really there. My fingers moved across the keyboard out of habit.A habit that had been formed out of defense.But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, my mind kept slipping. Back to his voice. Back to that damn question.I didn’t bring it up again. Roshan didn’t either.He buried himself in intel and command logs, sharp and precise like a weapon on a mission. Jaw clenched. Voice clipped. The usual cool detachment he wore when something was bothering him too much to say out loud.He wasn’t just trying to find Lynda.He was hunting her.He wanted her cornered. Caged. Erased.And I should’ve felt the same. Hell, I wanted to. But unease kept crawling beneath my skin like a warning I couldn’t name. Like something

RoshanRidwan was pacing again.Nothing new. He did that when he was pissed, or when his wolf was close to the surface. Tonight, it was both.His steps were sharp. Calculated. Like each one was a strike against the stone floor.I leaned against the edge of the table, my arms crossed against my chest as I followed his every move“Keep pacing like that and the floor’s gonna file for harassment.”He didn’t stop. His jaw was tight. “You’re not funny.”“I’m not trying to be,” I defended, still not taking my eyes off him. “But we’ve been going in circles, and I’m getting bored.”“Then get up and do something.”“I am.” I tapped the glowing map on the table. “I’m solving our Lynda problem.”That got him to pause. Just for a second.“She’s not a problem,” he muttered. “She’s a ghost.”“She’s a threat,” I corrected. “One we haven’t been able to catch. And I don’t know about you, but I hate losing.”His eyes flicked to the summit layout hovering between us. Pack boundaries. Security lines. Entra

RidwanShe wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the room.Not in the way the others tried to be…dripping in satin and jewels, backs straight with practiced elegance, smiles stretched tight like masks. No. She wasn’t like them.She didn’t need to be.She walked like the moon followed her. Like she didn’t owe anyone an apology for taking up space. And the moment my eyes landed on her across the summit floor, something inside me…something feral…snapped.I went still.Just for a second.But that second swallowed me whole.Her scent hit next. Soft, wild. Like rain against stone and warm skin under the sun. It didn’t just drift through the air…it wrapped around me. Tugged at me. Sank into my lungs and refused to leave.“Ridwan?” Roshan’s voice cut through the loud music.I didn’t answer.I couldn’t.She turned her head slightly, and the curve of her smile. It was so effortless that it sent a bolt of heat crawling up my spine. She didn’t look at me. Not really. But my wolf howled like she had.