All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Twins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SARA: The silence of the grand sanctuary felt heavier than the mountain stone surrounding it. Outside the heavy oak doors, the pack was already buzzing with frantic energy, the sudden news of Alpha Jonathan’s awakening colliding violently with his announcement of the impending trials. But inside the private quarters, where the fire crackled softly in the massive hearth, time seemed to stand still.I sat on the edge of the deep velvet armchair, my fingers tracing the double marks on my throat. On the right, the golden thread of Kyle’s bond hummed with a warm, fiery rhythm; on the left, Zayne’s silver mark pulsed with a cool, steady calm. For the first time in weeks, my wolf was completely silent, lying contented in the quiet space where their two powers met. We were whole. I had finally found my peace between them.And yet, my heart felt like it was being crushed beneath an impossible weight.A trial of strength.Alpha Jonathan’s words echoed through my mind like a death knell. The en

KYLE: The shrill blast of the horn rips through the arena, and the world narrows to a single target: Zayne. We lunge at each other simultaneously, the sand exploding beneath our boots as the clash of cold steel echoes off the high stone walls. The ancient broadswords in our hands blur in the dim torchlight, sparks flying wildly as blade strikes blade. Zayne’s style is precise, calculated, and devastatingly efficient, every parry a calculated counter, every strike backed by the heavy, immovable weight of his Alpha aura. I press the attack, swinging with raw, explosive power, driving him back a step, but Zayne doesn't break form. He meets my overhead strike with an upward sweep, shifting his weight in a flash. The sheer force of his blow reverberates up my arm, vibrating straight into my teeth. CRACK! My sword shatters under the brutal force of his assault. The broken half of my blade spins through the air and buries itself into the dirt pit, leaving me holding nothing but a j

ZAYNE: The sound of shattering wood and splintering glass had echoed down the stone corridor long before I reached the threshold.I stand at the open entrance of Kyle’s bedchamber, my heavy boots coming to a silent halt against the cold flagstones. Leaning my shoulder against the dark stone frame, I absorb the absolute carnage before me. The room looks as though a tempest tore through its center. A massive oak table lies split in half against the hearth, its heavy legs snapped like twigs. Porcelain washbasins and glass decanters lie reduced to a sea of glistening, razor-sharp shards across the floor. Near the central pillar, dark crimson smears stain the stone where my brother unleashed his wild, unhinged grief.In the middle of the destruction, Kyle sits on his knees. His broad chest heaves with ragged, uneven breaths, his knuckles raw and coated in drying blood. Sara kneels directly in front of him, her deep velvet gown trailing unheeded over the sharp debris. She is gently wiping

SARA: The grand celebration in the fortress courtyard had finally settled into a low, distant hum. For hours, Zayne had carried the grueling weight of his new title, accepting formal oaths, enduring the sharp gazes of the elders, and commanding the room with flawless, icy authority. But the moment the heavy doors of the Alpha private quarters clicked shut behind us, the King melted away, leaving only the man who held half my soul.Zayne leaned his back against the mahogany door, letting out a long, heavy exhale that seemed to drain the tension straight from his broad shoulders. He unbuckled the heavy leather tunic adorned with the crest of the Bloodmoon Pack and tossed it onto a chair, leaving him in only a soft black shirt.I stood by the edge of the carved wooden bed, watching him in the soft, flickering light of the hearth.Zayne raised his head, his icy blue eyes finding mine. The stern, unyielding expression he wore for the council melted instantly, replaced by a gaze so raw, te

SARA: The heavy iron doors of the King’s private study opened into a room thick with the scent of cedar, old parchment, and medicinal herbs. Alpha Jonathan sat behind his dark mahogany desk, looking thinner than before his long sleep, but his dark eyes retained the sharp, piercing weight of a monarch who had ruled for decades.Zayne stood at my right, radiating cool, composed authority, while Kyle stood at my left, his broad shoulders tense, his golden-brown eyes fixed silently on the stone floor. I walked between them, my hands folded nervously over the velvet fabric of my skirt."You summoned us, Alpha Jonathan," Zayne said, his voice smooth and respectful.The old King leaned forward, resting his calloused hands on the polished wood. "The territory is stabilizing, but a new King without a secured lineage is an invitation for rebellion. Elders demand certainty, Zayne. You and Sara will marry before the next full moon."My breath caught in my throat, a warm blush creeping instantly