All Chapters of Claimed By The Twins Alphas : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rowan’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed, twisting my fingers together. My room felt too quiet after everything that had happened. Maria had come back just yesterday, and already she was here again, carrying that little bag of herbs like it was no big deal. My heart beat fast. This was it. The start of me taking control. Maria shut the door behind her with a soft click. She looked at me and smiled, but her eyes stayed sharp. “My lady, are you okay? You look like you’re about to jump out of your skin.” “I’m fine,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Just… Julian’s been all over me today. He keeps checking on me every hour. Like he knows something’s up. He grabbed my arm earlier and told me I wasn’t leaving this wing without him or Marcus. I hate how possessive he gets.” Maria nodded and locked the door. The click sounded loud in the quiet room. “That’s why we do this now. Massage session. If anyone knocks, that’s what we say. Lie down on your stomach. We’ll make it look real.” I lay f

Rowan’s POV I sat cross-legged on the thick rug in my bedroom, heart hammering like it wanted to bust out of my chest. The clock on the wall said it was past midnight, but Maria didn’t care. She knelt in front of me, her hands steady on my knees, eyes locked on mine like she was daring me to quit. “Again,” she whispered. “Focus on the silver thread inside you. Don’t think about the Alphas or the fucking mansion. Just the thread. Pull it.” I swallowed hard. My palms were sweaty. “Maria, what if I mess up again? Last time the lights just flickered. Julian almost kicked the door down.” She gave me that stubborn little smile she always had when she was pushing me. “You won’t mess up. You’re stronger than you think, Rowan. You survived your sister, Dylan, Sabrina, Cassian… all of them. This power? It’s yours. Use it.” I closed my eyes and breathed like she taught me. In through the nose, out through the mouth. The room felt too quiet. Too still. I pictured that thin silver line glowin

Julian’s POV I stood in the middle of the training hall, chest heaving like I’d run a hundred miles. Blood dripped from my split lip onto the wooden floor. My knuckles were raw. Marcus had left minutes ago, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. The silence that followed felt heavier than any punch he threw. I wiped the blood off my chin with the back of my hand and laughed once, short and bitter. “Fuck.” My rage wasn’t about him trying to take the prize. That’s what I kept telling myself during the fight. But now, alone, the truth hit me straight in the gut. It wasn’t the heir. It wasn’t the Moon-bound power. It was the way Rowan smiled at Marcus. Soft. Real. Like she actually saw something good in him. With me? She only looked scared. Careful. Like I might bite her head off any second. I paced the hall, boots loud on the floor. My grey eyes caught my reflection in the cracked mirror on the wall. I looked like shit. Hair messed up, shirt torn at the shoulder, bruises already

Rowan’s POV I slammed the heavy oak door behind me, my heart still racing from the evening with Marcus. The cliffs had been beautiful, the wind cool on my skin, and for a few hours I felt like a normal woman on a date, not some fucking breeder. Marcus walked close beside me, his hand brushing mine every few steps. His baby blue eyes had looked soft when he helped me out of the car. But the second we stepped into the main hall of the mansion, Julian was there. He stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, grey eyes burning like storm clouds. His deep brown hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it too many times. The air got thick right away. I could smell his anger, sharp and hot. “You two had fun?” Julian’s voice came out low and dangerous. He pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “Out on a little date while I was handling pack shit?” Marcus didn’t flinch. He kept his calm tone, the way he always did. “It was just dinner and a walk, Julian. She needed ai

Rowan’s POV The high-ranking enforcer, one of the toughest wolves in the pack, was laid out on the marble floor like some sick art piece. His chest was cut open clean. No heart. His eyes were gone too, just empty sockets staring at nothing. “Fuck!” Julian roared, his voice bouncing off the walls. He slammed his fist into the nearest pillar. The stone cracked. “How the hell did this happen? This room is supposed to be locked tight!” Marcus paced fast, his eyes wide for the first time ever. “The doors were sealed. Guards outside every entrance. No one gets in without us knowing. This… this isn’t possible.” I couldn’t look away from the body. My stomach twisted. “Who would do this?” I whispered. My voice came out small, shaky. “Right here, in our own house?” Julian spun toward me, grey eyes blazing. “Stay back, Rowan. Don’t get closer.” But I already saw too much. The way the arms were arranged, almost graceful, like the killer took time to pose him. Blood pooled in pretty patte