Semua Bab Claimed By The Twins Alphas : Bab 21 - Bab 30

~ ROWAN’S POV ~The heavy thud of the oak door echoed through the private wing, followed by the distinct, metallic click of a deadbolt. I didn’t even turn around from the window. I didn’t need to. The scent of rain and expensive cedar told me exactly which twin had entered my golden cage."You’re still awake," Marcus said. His voice was low, devoid of the usual sharp edge Julian carried like a weapon."Hard to sleep when I can hear the boots of six different Enforcers pacing the hallway every minute," I replied, my voice flat. I kept my gaze fixed on the Moon Haven skyline. The city lights flickered like dying stars, mocking me. "Tripling the guard seems a bit redundant, don't you think? Where exactly am I going to go? Through the stone walls?"I heard his footsteps cross the plush carpet. He stopped a few feet behind me, not close enough to touch, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his large frame."It’s for your protection, Rowan," he said.I let out a short,

~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The heat coming from the dagger was the only thing I could focus on. It was a bright, angry orange that danced in my vision. Sabrina held it with a steady hand, her face twisted into something that didn't look human anymore. The three maids were like statues of stone, their fingers digging into my arms and legs with a force that made my bones ache. "Please," I whispered. My voice sounded small, even to my own ears. "Sabrina, don't do this." Sabrina laughed. It was a dry, hollow sound. "Now you want to beg? Where is that stubborn girl who looked at me like I was dirt? Where is the Moon-bound wolf now?" "Julian will kill you," I gasped, struggling against the silver shackles. The metal bit into my wrists, the silver reacting with my blood to create a dull, throbbing heat that rivaled the blade. "He’ll tear you apart for this." "Julian won't even want to touch you when I'm done," Sabrina said. She stepped closer, the heat of the blade hitting my thigh before the met

Rowan’s POV The metallic scent of blood filled my nose, and for a second, I couldn't breathe. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. My skin was stained a deep, angry red that didn't belong to me. On the floor, the maid lay still. Her chest was crushed, her eyes staring at nothing. I did that. My wolf did that. "Oh, Goddess," I whispered. My voice sounded small in the large, cold stone room. "What have I done?" The alarms started to scream. The sound was high and sharp, cutting through the basement like a blade. Red lights began to flash against the grey walls. I knew that sound. It was the sound of a lockdown. It was the sound of a hunt. I looked at the silver shackles on the table. They were broken, twisted like cheap wire by a force I didn't even know I had. My thighs and stomach burned where Sabrina had pressed the hot silver. The pain was dull now, blocked by the pure terror sitting in my throat. "I have to go," I told myself. "I have to get out now." If I stayed, w

~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The first thing I felt was the warmth. It wasn’t the cold, biting chill of the basement floor or the harsh, clinical air of the Knox mansion. It was a thick, heavy heat that wrapped around me like a cocoon. I shifted my legs, expecting to hear the clink of silver chains, but there was nothing. No weight on my wrists. No burning metal against my skin. I opened my eyes slowly. The ceiling above me wasn’t made of stone. It was dark, polished wood. The room was dim, lit only by the soft orange glow of a fireplace crackling in the corner. I turned my head, wincing as a sharp sting shot through my side. "Easy now," a voice said. It was deep, like velvet, but it didn't have the jagged edge of Julian’s bark or the heavy weight of Marcus’s authority. "You’re safe, Rowan." I bolted upright, or at least I tried to. My muscles screamed in protest, and I fell back against the pillows. They were soft, stuffed with down, and smelled faintly of cedar and expensive soap. "W

Rowan’s POV The soup was warm, but my hands were still cold. I sat across from Cassian in the small kitchen of the cabin. The wood fire popped in the background, filling the room with the scent of cedar and dried herbs. It was the most peace I had felt in years. No shackles. No guards. No Sabrina screaming threats in my face. Cassian watched me with a soft smile. He didn't look at me like a prize or a piece of dirt. He looked at me like I was a person. "You’re quiet tonight, Rowan," he said. His voice was like velvet. I put my spoon down and looked at him. My heart was thumping against my ribs. I had been running for so long, hiding what I was from the Knox twins, from my old pack, and from the world. But Cassian had saved me. He had cleaned my wounds and fed me when I was nothing but a broken animal. "I’ve been thinking," I said. My voice was low, the way it always was when I was nervous. "About what?" He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "The twins? You’re safe h