All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

SARA: I spend the entire day buried beneath heavy wool blankets in my bedchamber, watching the gray winter sky drift past my window. The strange, dull ache in my chest fades into a heavy, lingering fatigue that leaves my limbs feeling like lead. By the time twilight paints the snow-capped peaks in shades of deep indigo, the heavy iron doors of the grand dining hall are opened for the evening feast.I force myself to dress in a simple gown of deep crimson velvet, binding my dark hair back loosely. I need to show my face. I need to prove to the pack, and to the two men watching me with hawk-like intensity, that I am strong.The dining hall is filled with the warm, rich scent of roasted meats, aromatic spices, and burning pine logs. Alpha Jonathan sits at the head of the long oak table, his presence dark and commanding. To his right sit Zayne and Kyle, looking formidable in their formal leather doublets, though both of their eyes snap to me the instant I step into the hall. My parents,

KYLE: The news of the pup spreads through the mountain fortress like wildfire, carrying a wave of ecstatic celebration that deafens every quiet corner of the territory.Father is radiant. The dark, stoic King is so overwhelmed with pride that he orders the announcement to be blared from the highest towers before the sun even sets. He gathers the pack elders in the high council chamber, declaring that Zayne and Sara will be officially wed this coming Sunday. The entire territory is ordered to transform, silk banners, blooming winter roses, and golden lanterns are hung along every stone archway and timber hall, decorating the pack like a radiant bride.Everywhere I walk, members of the Bloodmoon Pack are cheering, drinking, and offering congratulations to the throne.And in the eye of this joyful hurricane, I am completely, utterly alone.Every time I try to see Sara, every time I seek the soothing warmth of her gaze to anchor the violent storm tearing through my chest, she is swept aw

ZAYNE: The scratch of my quill against heavy parchment is the only sound breaking the silence of my study. Stacks of treaties, supply logs, and legal decrees line my oak desk. Tomorrow, I place the royal crown permanently upon my brow and take Sara as my Queen before the elders. I am fighting to build a wall of iron around her and our unborn child, securing every loophole in pack law so no council member can ever touch them.Suddenly, a sound rips through the quiet night.It isn't a soft cry or a muffled gasp. It is a heart-piercing, agonized scream that shatters the stone walls of the fortress.Sara.My quill snaps in my grip. I vault over the desk before the ink even hits the floor, my chair crashing backward. I rip the heavy oak door open and sprint down the torchlit corridor, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast.I slam through the double doors of her bedchamber, my eyes wildly searching the dark room."Sara!"She is on the floor, curled into a tight, trembling