Semua Bab Claimed By The Twins Alphas : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Rowan’s POV I sat on the edge of the huge bed, picking at the sheets. My body still felt heavy from last night’s panic attack. The thunderstorm had ripped open every bad memory, but Julian and Marcus had stayed right there, one on each side of me. Their hands on my skin, their voices low and rough telling me I was safe. For a minute, I almost believed them. But safe? In this fucking mansion? Yeah, right. The door clicked open. I didn’t even look up at first. Probably another maid with breakfast I wouldn’t eat. “My lady?” That voice. My head snapped up so fast my neck hurt. Maria stood in the doorway, suitcase by her feet, wearing her old black uniform. Same warm brown eyes, same messy bob, same little smile that always made the knot in my chest loosen. She had been gone for months, off taking care of her sick grandma in some far-off village. I thought I’d never see her again. “Maria?” My voice cracked. She dropped the suitcase and opened her arms. “It’s me, my lady. I’m back.

Julian’s POV I stood at the big window in my office, the one that looks straight down into the back gardens. The sun was almost gone, painting everything in that soft orange shit that makes the flowers look fake. My glass of whiskey sat untouched on the desk behind me. I wasn’t in the mood to drink. I was in the mood to break something. There they were. Marcus had his arm around Rowan, his hand resting right on the small of her back like it fucking belonged there. She walked slow, one step at a time, still limping a little from those burns Sabrina gave her. Her long black hair was loose, blowing in the light breeze. She looked small next to him. Fragile. But I knew better. That girl was stubborn as hell. I gripped the window frame hard enough that the wood creaked. Marcus leaned in closer and said, “Easy, Rowan. Don’t push it. If your leg starts hurting again, tell me and we’ll sit on that bench right there.” Rowan’s voice came soft, the way she always talks when she’s trying n

Julian’s POV I stood at the big window in my office, the one that looks straight down into the back gardens. The sun was almost gone, painting everything in that soft orange shit that makes the flowers look fake. My glass of whiskey sat untouched on the desk behind me. I wasn’t in the mood to drink. I was in the mood to break something. There they were. Marcus had his arm around Rowan, his hand resting right on the small of her back like it fucking belonged there. She walked slow, one step at a time, still limping a little from those burns Sabrina gave her. Her long black hair was loose, blowing in the light breeze. She looked small next to him. Fragile. But I knew better. That girl was stubborn as hell. I gripped the window frame hard enough that the wood creaked. Marcus leaned in closer and said, “Easy, Rowan. Don’t push it. If your leg starts hurting again, tell me and we’ll sit on that bench right there.” Rowan’s voice came soft, the way she always talks when she’s trying n

Marcus’s POV Rowan. I found her in the master suite, sitting by the window with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her long black hair fell over one shoulder, and those hazel eyes stared out at the dark garden like she was somewhere far away. She looked small. Breakable. But I knew better. This woman had survived hell—her sister’s betrayal, her mate’s rejection, Cassian’s twisted games, and us. Especially us. I cleared my throat. “Rowan.” She turned her head slowly. No flinch this time. That was new. “Marcus.” “Come with me,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Just for a bit. I want to show you something.” She studied me for a second, those almond-shaped eyes searching my face. Then she nodded. No questions. No fight. She stood up, her simple white dress brushing her legs, and followed me out of the room. The guards at the door stepped aside without a word. They knew better than to question me tonight. We walked through the quiet halls and out the back gates. The night air felt coo

Rowan’s POV The servants moved quieter than usual tonight, like they were all walking on eggshells around the mansion. I felt the shift the second I stepped into the dining hall for dinner. No more dirty looks thrown my way when I passed by. No whispers calling me the breeder whore or saying I was just a hole for the twins to use. They kept their heads down and their mouths shut tight. The whole place felt different now, like the air had changed after what happened between me, Julian, and Marcus last night. Julian and Marcus were already sitting at the long wooden table when I walked in. Julian took the seat on my right, Marcus on my left. For the first time since they brought me here, it didn’t feel like I was trapped between two Alphas who only saw me as a breeder. It felt warmer. Real. Like I actually belonged. “Pass the wine, baby,” Julian said, his grey eyes looking softer than I had ever seen them. He even gave me a small smile when he spoke. I picked up the bottle and han