All Chapters of The Twins Who Claimed Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty one

Roshan I should’ve let it go. The summit was over. The guests had dispersed. The politics were cooling off. On paper, we’d come out ahead—no war declarations, no blood spilled, just enough tension to keep the packs wary of each other. But something kept gnawing at the back of my head. Her. Elma. And the way she walked into that damn room like she owned air and silence both. I’d already watched the summit footage a dozen times. Maybe more. I’d sat through hours of guest arrivals, body language ticks, handshake patterns, heat mapping. But every damn time, I came back to her. She didn’t belong. Not just because she was new, or because we didn’t have a detailed file on her—which was already suspicious enough. No, it was something deeper. A stillness. Not fear. Not nerves. A kind of focus. Poised. Controlled. Almost… predatory. Like she was waiting for something none of us could see. My brother couldn’t take his eyes off her. He thought I didn’t notice, but I did. The way Ridw

Chapter Twenty one

Roshan I should’ve let it go.The summit was over. The guests had dispersed. The politics were cooling off. On paper, we’d come out ahead—no war declarations, no blood spilled, just enough tension to keep the packs wary of each other.But something kept gnawing at the back of my head.Her.Elma.And the way she walked into that damn room like she owned air and silence both.I’d already watched the summit footage a dozen times. Maybe more. I’d sat through hours of guest arrivals, body language ticks, handshake patterns, heat mapping.But every damn time, I came back to her.She didn’t belong. Not just because she was new, or because we didn’t have a detailed file on her—which was already suspicious enough. No, it was something deeper.A stillness.Not fear. Not nerves. A kind of focus. Poised. Controlled. Almost… predatory.Like she was waiting for something none of us could see.My brother couldn’t take his eyes off her. He thought I didn’t notice, but I did. The way Ridwan kept glan

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty-OneRoshan – First Person POVI should’ve let it go.The summit was over. The guests had dispersed. The politics were cooling off. On paper, we’d come out ahead—no war declarations, no blood spilled, just enough tension to keep the packs wary of each other.But something kept gnawing at the back of my head.Her.Elma.And the way she walked into that damn room like she owned air and silence both.I’d already watched the summit footage a dozen times. Maybe more. I’d sat through hours of guest arrivals, body language ticks, handshake patterns, heat mapping.But every damn time, I came back to her.She didn’t belong. Not just because she was new, or because we didn’t have a detailed file on her—which was already suspicious enough. No, it was something deeper.A stillness.Not fear. Not nerves. A kind of focus. Poised. Controlled. Almost… predatory.Like she was waiting for something none of us could see.My brother couldn’t take his eyes off her. He thought I didn’t notice

Chapter Twenty Two

Elma it didn’t start with blood.It started with the trees.Tall. Blackened. Burning at the edges.Smoke curled through the air like fingers dragging secrets across my skin.Ash rained from the sky, soft and soundless like snow.Each flake carried a memory. Each memory, a scream.I was running.My legs were too small. My hands too cold.I was barefoot, slicing through broken branches that snagged at my skin, carving lines of pain into my ankles.The wind howled, thick with ash and grief.And I wasn’t alone.“Hold on,” I whispered. “Hold on to me, Kian.”My brother’s tiny hand clung to mine. His fingers trembled but didn’t let go.He couldn’t have been older than seven.Too young to see war. Too kind to understand it.We ran past bodies.Some strangers. Some… I knew.A boy I trained with. A teacher who brought warm bread and jokes with his lessons.A guard who used to sneak sweets into my pockets during drills.Their faces were pale, turned upward like they were still waiting for merc

Chapter Twenty Five

Ridwan I didn’t sleep last night.Not really.I closed my eyes. Counted the breaths. Even slowed my heart.But the silence didn’t hold.There was a moment…maybe an hour past midnight…when something sharp gripped my chest. Not pain. Not panic.Just… fear.Foreign. Deep. Like it wasn’t mine.Like it belonged to someone else.And I knew exactly who.By dawn, I was already out of bed, tugging on a loose black shirt, boots half-laced, moving before my mind caught up.I didn’t knock on her door.Didn’t need to.Her scent was faint in the hallway. Faded. Sweaty. Like movement and fire and… control.The kind of scent someone left when they were trying to bleed something out of themselves.I followed it to the training ring behind the east wing. The one no one used before dawn. Not even the guards.And there she was.Elma.Alone.Moving like a storm in slow motion.Her body twisted, dipped, lunged…precise. Brutal. Beautiful. Sweat rolled down her back in slow trails. Her fists were raw. Wrapp

Chapter Twenty Six

Elma The masquerade was the perfect excuse.A celebration. A harmless post-summit affair. One I had no reason to decline.Not if I wanted to keep suspicions off my back.I’d been at the summit. A guest of honor, they called me. Skipping a formal pack event now? That would’ve raised more questions than my presence already had.So I came.Dressed like the version of myself they expected. Elegant. Quiet. Soft. A diplomat’s niece, with good posture and a forgettable smile. My mask was silver lace and satin…light enough to breathe, pretty enough to distract.No one looked twice.That was the trick, wasn’t it?Be noticed, but not seen.The ballroom shimmered in candlelight and intrigue. Tall windows were draped in midnight velvet. Glass chandeliers glowed like fallen stars. Every surface gleamed. Wolves twirled in practiced circles, all smiles and grace, their masks glinting with mischief.Music floated through the air…sharp violins softened by piano and harp.It was beautiful.And wrong.

Chapter Twenty Seven

RidwanI didn’t look back.I couldn’t.Not when everything inside me was already pulling in her direction.I walked off the dancefloor like I wasn’t burning alive…past the nobles, past the clinking glasses, past the carefully masked gazes pretending not to watch.But I knew they were watching.They always watched when I let my guard slip.And I had.I slipped.For three minutes and twelve seconds, I let a stranger steal my breath, rewire my instincts, and make my wolf sit up like a lovesick pup.Three minutes and twelve seconds.That’s how long the orchestra played.And now?I couldn’t hear anything else.I reached the corner of the ballroom, leaning one hand against the cold marble column. My jaw was clenched so tight it ached. My chest felt too full. My wolf was pacing under my skin, pressing against the inside of my ribs like he wanted out.“Who is she?” he kept whispering.And the terrifying part?I had no damn clue.Her name was Elma, or so she claimed. Some diplomat’s daughter.

Chapter Twenty Eight

ElmaI didn’t go after him.But I wanted to.Gods, I wanted to.The scent of him still lingered on my skin, his touch still imprinted on the fabric of my glove like heat through silk. My fingers twitched at my sides, remembering how his had curled around mine…firm, possessive, a little too familiar.Like he’d held me before.But that wasn’t possible.Not like this.Not as Elma.The ballroom blurred around me…light and noise blending into one dizzying current of colors. Masks sparkled. Dresses twirled. Laughter floated past me like smoke.But I was anchored.To him.To the way Ridwan had walked away like he was running from a cliff edge…and the way my heart had tilted after him anyway.I exhaled slowly, willing my heartbeat to calm. It didn’t listen.It never listened around him.He was the more dangerous of the two, even if Roshan wore the sharper scowl. Ridwan didn’t need suspicion to destroy me. All he had to do was look at me the way he did…like I wasn’t a stranger at all.Like I w

Chapter Twenty Nine

ElmaThe air in the ballroom had shifted. I felt it before I saw the subtle hand gestures exchanged between Roshan and Ridwan, the way the guards along the walls suddenly became more alert.A quiet lockdown.My pulse picked up, drumming against my ribs like it was trying to escape before I did.They think they’re clever.They think I don’t see it.Roshan’s eyes swept over the crowd like a hawk circling prey. Not searching blindly…targeting. His movements were precise, controlled, the way a predator plays with its meal before the kill.And his gaze… it kept coming back to me.I turned slightly, pretending to admire the elaborate ice sculpture in the center of the buffet table. My champagne glass was cool in my hand, but the stem might as well have been a weapon. The urge to smash it, to create some kind of diversion, was strong.Not yet.I couldn’t run…not here, not in the middle of a masquerade where every eye was already sharpened by suspicion. Leaving now would look exactly like gui

Chapter Thirty

ElmaThe lock snapped shut somewhere behind me…a sharp, final sound, like a blade slicing clean through the night’s fragile calm.It wasn’t the noise itself that made my chest tighten, but what it meant.The pack was closing in.I could feel the shift in the air, subtle but undeniable. The laughter around me stuttered and faltered, like a candle struggling against a sudden draft. Shadows grew sharper, stretching longer, as if they’d suddenly remembered how to move on their own…alive, watching, waiting.I was trapped.Yet the crowd spun around me, a swirling mass of masked faces and whispered secrets…a delicate masquerade of safety where every glance was a gamble and every step a risk.And there he was.Ridwan.Across the glittering room, still as stone beneath the soft glow of chandeliers. Like a sentinel carved from shadow and moonlight. His eyes found mine through the mask…the dark depths holding storms and secrets I dared not read, but couldn’t look away from.The world narrowed un

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