Todos os capítulos de Twisted Ties: The Brother's Claim : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Writer's POV The moment Nathan drops the bomb, the hall erupts. “What… Liam is not a Durk?!”“How?!”“How can this be! Who then is his father!”Shocking gasps from the Pack members burst in the hall. “And there's more,” Nathan continues, his eyes covered in rage as it settles on Cathylene once again. “This woman propagated lies upon my mother…” he sneers. “Everything she claimed my mother did are all—”“Shut up!” Cathylene barks, “shut up your filthy mouth!” She growls, giving Nathan no chance to finish. No, she wouldn't let him. She wouldn't let him blurt things he knew nothing about!Their eyes lock and hold. And she tries hard to control the swirling of fury in her core, to stop her chest from showing the deep anger and hatred burning inside her. She should have killed this bastard a long time ago!Nathan sneers, still glaring at Cathylene. She's boiling over in rage where she's standing, glaring back at him. And he likes it.He can see it in her eyes… the deep pain slamming

Hannah's POV “You are back,” Liam smirks. “I guess you couldn't stand the pain… I told you… you'll always be mine…”“Fuck off, Liam! I'll never succumb to your threats again. And I'll never belong to you!” I sneer, clenching my teeth so hard they nearly cracked.Even though the pain is unbearable… even though it makes me question my choice… I haven't come back for him.I've only come back for Nathan. I couldn't go on. I couldn't leave. Not with the unease. Not with the restlessness I felt each time I thought of him. Just when I thought I could finally forget about everything… about my feelings for him…Boom!I saw him die in my dreams. Once the wolfbane pain had subsided, I had picked up Olivia on my back again and continued my journey. I kept telling myself the pain would reduce once I was out of the Pack boundaries. Because then, my proximity with Liam would be significant.I wasn't sure, but I hoped. No… it was my only hope to keep going and not turn back and go back to him

Liam's POV As Hannah walks towards my cell, my emotions cycle from shock to anger. Intense anger for how she abandoned me. But then, my face breaks into a wide smile.I knew she would come. If not for anything, for the excruciating pain she'd be feeling. Yes, the first thing I had done the moment I was thrown in this stink hole was proclaim my refusal to reject her. Vehemently. Strongly. So that even if the moon goddess doesn't hear it, the gods will bear witness to it.This morning, although I don't know if I'm right as I don't see the daylight from the darn cell, I also proclaimed my refusal to accept her rejection. I tell it to the moon goddess and I hope that her pain increases. Enough that she'll seek me. Now, seeing her walk towards me and I can't help but feel proud.“She's mine… and mine she will be forever.”“I have been expecting you,” I say, rising on my feet to lean on the prison bars.“Liam, please reject me…” Her voice comes weakly, drawing instant anger inside me.

Writer's POV On the bare floor of the cell, Cathylene is seated facing the cell bars.Each time the gates of the prison sound, her gaze hastily swings towards the entrance. And each time—for the third time in a row—it’s either one useless guard or another.But she must keep waiting. She must keep believing. Keep hoping. Surely, they can't abandon her now. They won't. Not after everything she did for them… after everything they did together… “No, they won't,” she mumbles and shakes her head vigorously. She stares at her fingers and the urge to spit makes her throat burn. They are so dry and chapped. She doesn't even dare to look at her skin for longer. For once, she's grateful there's no mirror in the cell. She looks around, her irritation increasing. She's been in this darn cell for how many days now? No proper bathing, no manicure, no pedicure!The stench in the cells doesn't help either. And many times, she's tried to plead with these jerk guards to at least transfer her

Writer's POV “You are so beautiful,” Jaxon mumbles, grinning like a child that has been handed a lollipop as he reluctantly pulls away. Brenda’s face heats up. She bends her face shyly, biting her lower lip, enjoying the attention she's getting from her man. She so much loves that he compliments her. Yes, he used to compliment her before, but no single doubt that hearing it now makes it sound so perfect. Jaxon's arms are still draped around her waist. The awareness that he can still pull her in again any moment and kiss her makes her face redden more. She can feel their wolves… their bond… deeply connected. And she can boldly say… Yes, this is my mate. This is my man. She glances up, a smile she can't hold back tugging her lips. Jaxon smiles back, tempted to kiss her again. Although they both don't say anything as they stare at each other, their hearts can hear their words. After another passionate kiss, Jaxon finally marks her. He imprints his fangs on her neck, making her