Todos os capítulos de The Twins Who Claimed Me: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Elma’s POV Sleep was a stranger.Even when I forced my eyes shut, exhaustion clawing at me, I felt them. Both of them. Roshan’s suspicion coiled around me like chains, cold and unrelenting, tightening every time his gaze lingered too long. Ridwan’s gentleness clung to me like a ghost of warmth I couldn’t shake, even when I wanted to. Especially when I wanted to.It was maddening.For years, I had perfected the art of silence. I had taught myself how to become a shadow, how to weave masks out of lies and wear them until I could almost believe them myself. Every move I made was calculated. Every glance, every word, every step—measured and controlled. I was a weapon disguised as a woman, honed by loss, sharpened by rage.And yet… after only a single week in their presence, I was unraveling. Thread by fragile thread.I sat cross-legged in my tent, the canvas walls holding in the thick weight of the night. My gloves muffled the tremble in my fingers as I traced the edge of the dagger rest

Roshan’s POVSleep was a luxury I hadn’t tasted in days. Not because of the summit’s endless politics, or even the looming threat of traitors lurking in shadows…but because of her. Elma.Her name slid through my thoughts like a blade, sharp enough to cut. I didn’t trust her. Couldn’t. Every instinct in me screamed that she was hiding something, yet every time my eyes found her across the fire, my wolf stilled. As if she belonged there. As if she had always belonged.It infuriated me.I wasn’t like Ridwan. My brother carried his heart too close to the surface, his wolf too eager to believe in softness. I had seen the way he looked at her by the river, his eyes caught in that pull he couldn’t explain. And I had seen the way she looked back…hesitant, frightened, but alive. Alive in a way that made my chest tighten.I gritted my teeth and turned the thought over like a stone in my hand. If Ridwan was reaching for her, then it was my duty to pull him back. To remind him of what was at stak

Ridwan’s POVThe moment I saw them, something inside me went sharp.Elma by the fire, her gloved hands steadying a pot. Roshan standing too close, his shadow spilling over hers like a threat. The air between them was tight, stretched thin, humming with something I didn’t like.My wolf rose immediately, restless, protective. Too close. Too sharp. Mine.I clenched my fists at my sides, steadying my breath before I crossed the space between us. “Elma.”She turned quickly, too quickly, like a startled doe. Her eyes softened when they landed on me, and for a heartbeat, relief flickered across her face. Relief that made my chest ache.But Roshan didn’t move. He stayed planted by her side, gaze locked on her like he could peel her open with his eyes alone. Suspicion burned there, dark and unrelenting.I hated it.I stepped closer, putting my voice low, gentle. “You should eat. It’s going to be a long day.”Her lips curved into a small smile, practiced, careful, but her eyes… they told anoth

Ridwan’s POVThe morning was cool, but the restless burn under my skin refused to fade. I had not slept…not truly. My wolf paced and snarled inside me all night, unsettled, watching the shadows like they carried a secret it couldn’t name.And then I saw her.Elma.She moved through camp quietly, almost too quietly, her eyes down, her shoulders taut. It wasn’t her usual alertness; this was different. Her scent carried something sharp, strained. The air clung to her as if she’d spent the night fighting ghosts.Or Roshan.The thought landed heavy in my chest. My brother hadn’t returned to his tent until well past midnight. He hadn’t said a word when he did, but I saw the storm in his eyes. And now, seeing Elma like this… it didn’t take much to put the pieces together.My wolf bristled, claws scraping inside me. I didn’t want to picture his suspicion closing around her, his words like blades pressing her into silence. And gods help me, I didn’t want to picture how close he might have stoo

Elma’s POVThe night clung to me like a second skin. I sat cross-legged on the thin mat in my tent, my hands buried in my hair, tugging at the roots as if pain could erase memory. But no matter how many times I tried to push it away, it came back in waves…Roshan’s lips crushing against mine, the raw heat of his body pressing into me, the dangerous pull that made me part my lips when I should have shoved him off.I hated him. I hated everything about him.And yet, when his mouth touched mine, my wolf had stirred like it had been waiting all its life. The traitor. The betrayer inside me.I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes until colors swam in the dark. No. I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t allow Roshan to infect me, to twist the one thing I swore would never bend: my vow. The Ardhans killed my parents. His pack bathed in their blood. And I…Lynda, though now I wore Elma’s skin…had promised myself revenge.So why had my heart raced not with rage, but with something hotte