All Chapters of The Twins Who Claimed Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Roshan’s POVSleep never came.Roshan lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, his wolf pacing inside his chest like a caged beast. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her…Elma…her lips trembling under his, her sharp inhale before she broke away, the stunned look in her eyes. The taste of her lingered, burned, and it made him furious.He had sworn never to lose control like that, not with her. Not when suspicion curled around her like smoke. But gods help him, the memory of that kiss didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt inevitable.His wolf snarled. Mine.Roshan slammed his fist into the mattress, jaw clenched. She was not his. She couldn’t be. He wouldn’t betray his brother that way, wouldn’t betray his own vow. And yet…At dawn, when the house began to stir, Roshan found himself restless, drawn to the sound of her voice. He stepped into the main hall just in time to see her pass Ridwan, who had leaned in close, saying something that made her cheeks warm. Her eyes flicked away too qu

Elma’s POVSleep was a stranger.I shut myself inside my tent after leaving Ridwan at the edge of the trees, my heart still slamming against my ribs, my lips trembling from the storm of almosts. My knees buckled the moment the flap closed, and I sank to the ground, gloves still on, dagger close at hand, though it felt useless now.Not against them. Not against what was happening inside me.Roshan’s fire lingered like bruises on my skin. His hands braced against the railing, his voice rough, his nearness so sharp it had stolen my breath. He kissed me once … reckless, searing, consuming … and part of me had wanted more. Even when fury sparked in his eyes, even when he caged me like prey, something inside me had answered.And then Ridwan.Gentle, steady Ridwan who caught me when I stumbled, who whispered words that sank deeper than any blade. I’ll stand beside you. His hand on mine had burned softer, sweeter, but no less dangerous. When his lips hovered just shy of mine, I almost forgot

Elma’s POVThe taste of him lingered.It burned on my lips, seared into me like a brand I couldn’t wash away, no matter how furiously I scrubbed at my mouth with the back of my gloved hand. My heart was still slamming against my ribs as I slipped deeper into the shadows, farther from him, farther from that reckless, ruinous kiss.Roshan.Gods curse his name, curse his fire, curse the way he made me feel like I was standing on the edge of a cliff with no ground beneath me.I had promised myself I wouldn’t falter. That I wouldn’t let either of them under my skin. Vengeance was the only vow I had left, the only thread keeping me from unraveling entirely. Yet tonight, with his mouth on mine, his hand gripping my waist, his voice a rough whisper of want…I forgot all of it.For one fragile, damning moment, I wanted him back.And I hated myself for it.I stumbled into my tent, dragging the flap down hard enough that the poles rattled. My hands shook as I tore off my gloves, flexing my bare f

Roshan’s POVThe night was heavy.Too still. Too quiet.Even the forest seemed to hold its breath as I returned to camp, every step pounding with a rhythm I didn’t want to name. Her scent was still on the air … faint but undeniable … a soft mix of rain, metal, and something wild that set my blood burning.I found Ridwan first. He was standing at the edge of the camp, watching the forest as if afraid to turn his back to it. His expression was blank, but his wolf wasn’t. I could feel it … the storm under his skin, the pull he was trying to bury.“You were gone too long,” I said, voice low.He didn’t flinch. “I went for air.”“Air?” I stepped closer. “Or her?”His jaw flexed. That was answer enough.Something inside me snapped, quiet but sharp … like a string pulled too tight finally giving way.He didn’t reply. He just walked past me, shoulders stiff, eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.I stood there for a long time, fists clenched, the echo of her scent clinging to him like sin.Elma