All Chapters of Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ELIRA POV"Mama!"Wren and Rhys collided into me the moment I stepped through Ashgrove's entrance, and I sank to my knees to gather both of them close, exhaustion and relief crashing over me in equal measure after the long, cold journey home."You're safe," I murmured into their hair. "Both of you, safe.""We knew you'd come back," Rhys said, with the same solemn certainty he carried through everything. "You promised.""I did," I agreed, pressing kisses to both their foreheads.Adrian hovered nearby, uncertain of his place in the reunion despite the weeks he'd already spent settling cautiously into the household, and I extended my arm to draw him into the embrace as well, watching something loosen in his cautious shoulders at the simple, unhesitating inclusion.Anya waited near the doorway, considerably stronger than when we'd left, colour returned to her face in a way that spoke to genuine, steady recovery. "You look exhausted," she said, embracing me carefully."I am," I admitted. "

KIAN POV"An inherited claim. That's a considerably more specific phrase than a simple diplomatic visit would require."I studied the delegation's formal credentials, unease building steadily as Callum walked us through every detail his team had managed to gather in the short time since their arrival at Ashgrove's border."She's requesting an audience within the week," Callum confirmed. "Formal, witnessed, with full council representation if possible. Whatever this claim actually involves, she wants it addressed properly, not dismissed as an informal grievance."Elira studied the delegation's banner, unfamiliar colours marking a region none of us had any established relationship with. "Do we know anything about the Frostbound Territories themselves. Their political structure, their history.""Limited information," Marcus admitted, having joined the briefing despite his continued, gradual recovery. "They've remained largely isolated from southern territorial politics for generations, d

ELIRA POV"With respect, Matriarch, this council can offer no meaningful decision until the boy's connection is properly measured and secured through formal ceremony. Waiting invites instability neither of our territories can afford."The voice belonged to a tall, severe looking man positioned just behind Kestra's shoulder, his tone carrying none of her careful, measured patience.Kestra's expression flickered with something sharp before smoothing back into diplomatic composure. "Thank you, Orren. I believe I've already made our delegation's position clear regarding the child's autonomy in this matter.""Your position," Orren said, careful but unmistakably pointed, "does not necessarily reflect the full council's position back home, Matriarch. Several elders remain concerned that indefinite delay risks the bond destabilising entirely, potentially severing a connection our people have waited four centuries to see restored."I felt Kian tense beside me, the same protective instinct I ca

KIAN POV"Orren left the guest quarters twenty minutes ago. Alone, without informing Kestra's security detail, moving toward the estate's eastern perimeter."Silas delivered the report with clipped, professional urgency, and I felt old, familiar dread settle back into my chest despite the weeks of relative calm we'd only just begun enjoying."Toward Adrian's quarters," I said, already moving."That's my assessment as well," Silas confirmed, falling into step beside me as we moved swiftly through the estate's corridors.Elira met us partway, having received the same alert through her own comm, her expression carrying fierce, protective focus. "Kestra's already been informed. She's moving to intercept personally."We reached the eastern corridor just as Kestra herself arrived from the opposite direction, her usual careful composure replaced by something considerably sharper, more dangerous, an authority that made clear exactly how she'd risen to lead an entire ancient bloodline.Orren s

KIAN POV"Explain what you mean. Forces stirring again, after four centuries of dormancy. I need considerably more than cryptic implication before I can begin to understand what we're actually facing."I said it directly, watching the Keeper's ancient, layered gaze move slowly across the assembled war room before she finally answered."There exists, beneath every bloodline conflict your world has ever known," she said, "an older hunger. Not a person, not a single villain to be defeated through combat or clever strategy. A force, ancient and patient, that feeds specifically on division between kindred bloodlines, growing stronger with every generation of conflict it manages to cultivate." Her eyes moved to Elira, weighted with careful significance. "Your Ilsabeth understood this force imperfectly, believing herself to be acting entirely of her own careful design. In truth, I believe, she was simply the latest in a long chain of architects, each one convinced of their own agency, each o