Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Twins Who Claimed Me: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Elma’s POVThe storm had not passed.It was inside me now, simmering, crawling beneath my skin like wildfire that refused to burn out. Every glance from Ridwan felt like kindling, every clash of Roshan’s voice against mine fanned the flames higher, and through it all—I stood at the center, holding secrets like broken glass in my fists.I told myself I was strong. I told myself I could keep playing this game—keep wearing the mask of Elma Raleigh while burying Lynda deeper. But their presence tore me open in ways I had not anticipated.Ridwan’s eyes lingered too long.Roshan’s suspicions dug too deep.And my heart? My heart was betraying me.It began that night, when the twins had forced me to remain in the Ardhan Pack’s estate after the lockdown. I should have left when I had the chance. I had studied the secret paths, planned every escape, and yet… I stayed.Maybe it was arrogance.Maybe it was weakness.Or maybe it was the invisible pull between us—the fated thread the Moon Goddess h

Elma’s POVThe night air pressed against my skin, heavy and charged, as though the universe itself knew the weight of the lie I carried. The halls of Ardhan’s stronghold had grown too tight for me, each stone wall whispering reminders of the life I wasn’t supposed to be living. I’d spent years building a mask, yet lately… that mask was slipping.Roshan’s eyes cut too deep.Ridwan’s presence lingered too close.And my own heart…traitorous, foolish…beat too wildly in their shadows.I hated myself for it.I should’ve been stronger, colder, like the girl who had walked away from her parents’ burning home swearing vengeance on everyone connected to Ardhan. But tonight, in the silence of my chamber, I could still feel Ridwan’s gaze on me, still hear Roshan’s clipped words echoing with suspicion. They were circling me like wolves scenting blood. And sooner or later, they would tear my lies apart.I sat on the edge of my bed, gloves still on my hands though the room was warm. A small ritual,

ElmaThe corridors were alive with shadows, stretching long under the dim lantern light, twisting around corners, reaching for the ceiling like grasping fingers. Every footstep I took echoed back at me, a mockery of the silence that had fallen since the lockdown. My chest heaved, but I forced it steady. I couldn’t afford to betray panic…not now, not here.I could feel him. Ridwan. Somewhere in the periphery, a subtle pull like gravity itself bent toward him. My wolf stirred, restless, coiling and uncoiling in my chest. It wanted to reach for him, to demand answers, to mark territory I had no right to claim yet. I forced it back, muting instinct, focusing on the path ahead.The masquerade masks and long shadows of the party guests had been replaced by an oppressive stillness. The echo of locked doors, the metallic click of guards patrolling, all of it pressed down on me. I had planned my path meticulously, memorized every twist and turn, every shadowed alcove…but the corridors themselv

RoshanThe forest was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves beneath my feet. Moonlight spilled in fractured beams, painting Elma in strokes of silver and shadow. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, sensing the same pull I could not yet name.Ridwan’s hand still lingered on hers, and I felt a flicker of irritation, sharp and unwelcome, curl through me. I didn’t like it. Not one bit. Not because I didn’t trust him…I did…but because I trusted him too much, and that trust made his actions toward her seem like trespass. Like a line had been crossed, unspoken yet undeniable.“Elma,” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely more than the growl of my wolf. The way she looked at Ridwan…soft, trembling, yet steady…ignited a fire inside me I wasn’t ready to admit. She was dangerous, yes. Clever. Calculated. But she was also…magnetic. Dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with her skills or her revenge. Dangerous in the way she stirred my blood, my mind, my wo

Ridwan’s POVSleep never came.I lay in my tent with the darkness pressing in on me, the weight of my brother’s words still echoing. You hate that I touched her first.He wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t the whole truth either.It wasn’t about touching her first. It was about what I felt when I touched her at all. The way her wrist fit in my hand like it belonged there. The way her pulse jumped beneath my thumb, fast, uneven, betraying the calm mask she wore.The way my wolf had gone silent for one suspended heartbeat—then roared to life like a storm breaking free.That wasn’t chance. That wasn’t coincidence. That was bond.But Roshan was right about one thing—she was hiding something. Every time I looked into her eyes, I saw shadows deeper than she wanted anyone to see. Secrets coiled tight. Pain disguised as strength.And the pull I felt toward her… it terrified me.Because if she truly was what my wolf whispered she was… then the Goddess had cursed us.⸻I left camp before dawn, restles