All Chapters of Claimed By The Twins Alphas : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ ROWAN’S POV ~The silence in the bedroom was as heavy as the weight on my chest long after Julian left. His scent of musk, pine, and sweat, clung to the silk sheets. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, my body humming with a dull ache that I hated. Every time he touched me, he took a little more of my dignity, leaving behind nothing but the cold reminder of my purpose. Why I was here. To breed an heir for the Knox Alphas.I sat up, my legs trembling. I wouldn't stay here. I couldn't. The walls of the Knox mansion were closing in, and the memory of Julian’s rough hands and his chilling words–“You are mine to breed”–echoed in my ears.I stood up and walked to the ensuite bathroom. I scrubbed my skin until it was raw, trying to wash away the feeling of him, but the bruises on my hips were already darkening into a deep purple. They were shaped like his fingers. "I am not a machine," I whispered to the steamed-up mirror. "I am Rowan Brooks."I dressed quickly in a simpl

~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The heavy oak door slammed shut after Julian and Marcus. I stood by the window, my fingers digging into the sill. My legs were shaky from the silver sickness, but the bread and apples in my gut gave me enough fire to stand tall. Julian didn't speak. He stripped his shirt off and tossed it toward the armchair. His grey eyes were dark. He was pissed. My late-night trip to the kitchen and my failed escape attempt were clearly rotting in his mind. "You think you're so clever, Rowan?" Julian’s voice was a low growl. He walked toward me with his jaw ticking in anger. "I was hungry," I said, keeping my voice steady. Marcus leaned against the doorframe. He didn't touch me yet. His baby blue eyes were pinned on my neck. He was quiet, but his silence felt heavier than Julian’s rage. "Hungry for food? Or a way out?" Julian grabbed my chin. He forced my head back. "You were seen near the north perimeter. Again." "I got lost," I lied. He squeezed my jaw. "Lie agai

~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The steam from the iron filled the small laundry room, making the air heavy and damp. My shoulder still throbbed from where I’d slammed Sabrina against the wall earlier, but the adrenaline from our last fight hadn't fully left my system. I was on edge and every little sound made my skin crawl. I reached for the porcelain teapot Julian had left on the side table earlier. My hands were shaking. I didn’t want to admit it, but Sabrina’s words about my execution were digging into my brain. I was nothing but a tool. A walking womb. "You're still here? I thought you’d be halfway to the dungeon by now," Sabrina’s voice cut through the silence. I didn't turn around. I kept my back to her, focusing on pouring a cup of tea. "The twins haven't come for me yet. I guess your little ring trick didn't work as well as you hoped." "They're busy," Sabrina snapped. She walked into my peripheral vision, clutching a bundle of silk. Her jaw was bruised, a dark purple mark bloomin

~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The heavy velvet curtains in the twins' bedroom were pulled tight, but I could still hear the distant sound of the Crescent Moon Pack’s preparations. Today was the Grand Gala. The elite of Moon Haven were coming to celebrate the power of the Knox lineage, or whatever it is the staff said. A knock sounded at the door. I didn't get up from the chair. A maid scurried in, looking terrified to even meet my eyes. She dropped a large, black box on the bed and sprinted back out without a single word. I stood up and opened it. Inside was a dress, it was a deep, shimmering emerald green, made of silk that felt so smooth against my skin. There was no note, but I knew who sent it. I pulled it on, and the fabric clung to every curve of my body. The neckline plunged low, and the back was almost entirely gone, held together by thin gold chains. It was a dress designed to make people look. The door pushed open, and Julian and Marcus walked in. They were already dressed in

~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The heavy oak doors of the master suite slammed shut with a finality that made the crystal chandelier overhead rattle. The gala was over, but the stench of it, the expensive perfume, the fake smiles, and the way every Alpha in that room had looked at me like I was a prize, was still stuck in my throat. I didn't wait for them to speak. I marched to the center of the room and whirled around, my emerald silk dress rustling like a warning. "Don't touch me," I snapped as Julian reached out, his hand hovering near my waist. I stepped back, my eyes darting between the two of them. "I want the truth. No more 'vessel' talk. No more vague threats. I want to know exactly why I’m still breathing when every law in Moon Haven says I should have been executed months ago." Julian’s grey eyes darkened, his jaw set in that hard line that usually preceded someone getting their throat ripped out. "You’re shaken because of Elowen. She’s a bitter bitch, Rowan. Forget her." "I’m not sh