Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Twins Who Claimed Me: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

RidwanThe night pressed in on me like it knew my secrets.Every step I took down the corridor was deliberate, heavy with intent. Her scent still clung to the air…sweet yet sharp, laced with something dangerous. It pulled at me, teased me, burned itself into my lungs. My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, growling for me to move faster, to claim what was already ours.But I didn’t rush. No…this was a hunt.The kind where every second tightened the string between hunter and prey.I should have listened to Roshan. His words still echoed in my head: Stay focused. We came here for Lynda. Don’t get distracted. But how could I? The woman hiding in these walls wasn’t just a distraction. She was the storm my instincts had been warning me about.My boots made no sound as I followed the trail. She was clever…her steps light, her scent masked as much as possible…but she hadn’t realized yet. Nothing could hide her from me.I stopped at the narrow service door tucked away in the stone wall.

ElmaThe night pressed against me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating. I could almost hear my own pulse echoing in my ears, too loud, too fast, betraying me in the silence. I had escaped Ridwan in the last corridor…or at least, I thought I had. But with him, nothing ever felt certain. His presence lingered like smoke, clinging to me long after he was gone.The compound had fallen into an uneasy stillness, the kind that made shadows feel alive. My gloves stuck damply to my palms as I moved, each step measured, cautious, rehearsed. The hidden passages I had studied and memorized for weeks should have been my advantage, but now they felt like a curse. Because what good was a map when the hunter wasn’t following paths at all…when he was following me?I slipped into a narrow hallway, the walls pressing in close on both sides. The stale scent of stone and old dust filled my lungs, grounding me. My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin, pacing, restless, caught between instinct to flee

Elma’s POVThe hall was still buzzing with whispers long after the council had been dismissed, but my body felt like it was moving in a different rhythm than the rest of the world. My pulse hadn’t slowed since Ridwan’s words…his claim, his challenge, his reckless declaration that I was his.I hated how it made my stomach twist, hated how the heat spread across my skin as though my body wanted to betray me. I hated even more that Roshan’s eyes, sharp and calculating, had caught the smallest flicker of weakness in me when Ridwan’s voice rang out.I wanted to scream. To tear the walls down. To remind myself that I came here for blood, for vengeance…not for the tangled knot of desire and dread now chaining me to the Ligaya twins.When the others began to disperse, I slipped into the shadows, keeping my steps light, careful. My gloves muffled my touch on the banister as I moved through the side corridor, avoiding eyes, avoiding questions. I needed air.But Ridwan’s scent followed me. Burn

Elma’s POVThe storm outside had calmed, but inside the Ardhan Pack’s fortress, everything burned hotter. After the raid, after the blood, after the terrible weight of truths that still pressed on my chest, silence settled in the hallways like smoke after fire.I couldn’t sleep. My body ached, not just from the fight but from the way Ridwan’s eyes had clung to me, searching for an answer I wasn’t ready to give. And Roshan…his fury burned sharper with every passing hour, though I couldn’t tell if it was anger at the enemy or at me.I walked alone down the corridor, the torchlight licking shadows against the stone. My gloves were still stained. No matter how much I scrubbed, the blood wouldn’t leave. Maybe it wasn’t supposed to.I turned a corner and froze.Ridwan was there.Leaning against the wall as if he had been waiting. His shirt was torn open from the fight, his chest bandaged, though I knew he hated showing weakness. His wolf glimmered behind his eyes, restless, wild, chained by

Elma’s POVThe fortress walls groaned with unease. I could hear it in the shifting of stone, the howl of the night wind that pressed through the narrow window, the low murmur of warriors outside. The lockdown hadn’t lifted since Roshan called it, and the air was suffocating with tension. I had been pacing my chamber, the silence too loud, my heartbeat a traitor inside my chest.I knew what they were doing. Roshan was tightening the noose. Ridwan was circling like fire, burning at my edges without touching. And I… I was breaking, one crack at a time.I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes.I shouldn’t feel this. I shouldn’t want them.But the bond…they weren’t giving me room to breathe. Every time Ridwan’s gaze found me, something inside me unraveled. Every time Roshan’s voice dropped low, firm, commanding, I felt the ground tilt beneath me. They didn’t even know the truth, yet somehow they were sinking claws deeper than I could afford.The door slammed open.I straightened, my wo