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

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-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

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

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.

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