All Chapters of Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ELIRA POV"You're getting bigger every single day. Rhys says it's because the baby's practising being loud before it even gets here."Wren delivered this observation with complete seriousness, her small hand pressed curiously against my rounding stomach while we sat together in the estate's garden, warm afternoon sun settling comfortably over everything."Is that so," I said, laughing despite the ache that had settled permanently into my lower back these past few weeks. "And what makes Rhys such an expert on unborn babies.""He reads a lot," Wren said, with the particular authority only a younger sibling could muster regarding an older one's habits. "He read a whole book about it. He wants to be there when the baby comes.""He might have to wait a while longer," I said. "But I promise, both of you will be among the very first to meet your new sibling."Rhys himself approached from the garden's far edge, a book tucked carefully under his arm, his expression carrying the same solemn ser

KIAN POV"You've been staring at that same page for twenty minutes. Whatever's actually on your mind, I don't think it's council reports."Elira's voice carried gentle amusement from across our bedroom, and I set the report aside, unable to deny the accuracy of her observation."I keep thinking about my father," I admitted, surprising myself with the honesty. "About how badly he failed, watching my mother struggle, watching their entire marriage collapse into something neither of them could survive. I keep wondering if I'm genuinely equipped to do better, or if I'm simply telling myself comfortable stories the same way he probably once did."Elira set aside her own book, studying me with careful, patient attention rather than immediate reassurance. "What specifically worries you."I considered the question honestly rather than deflecting toward easy comfort. "Everything," I admitted. "Whether I'll recognise the moments that actually matter, rather than simply managing crisis after cri

KIAN POV"It's time. Kian, it's actually time, right now, tonight."Elira's voice carried equal parts fear and fierce, focused determination, and I was moving before she'd even finished speaking, every careful plan we'd assembled over the past several weeks finally, urgently activating.The healer arrived within minutes, considerably calmer than either of us managed to be, and the household shifted swiftly into careful, practiced motion. Anya and Eleanor took up position near Elira's side, steady and reassuring despite their own visible concern. Rhys and Wren, woken by the sudden commotion, waited anxiously in the adjoining sitting room alongside Adrian, all three children carrying matching expressions of nervous, hopeful anticipation."You're doing wonderfully," the healer told Elira, steady and encouraging through each difficult, exhausting hour that followed. "Everything's progressing exactly as it should."I stayed beside her throughout, her hand gripping mine with fierce, despera

ELIRA POV"Alpha Varic formally proposes returning to independent territorial governance, arguing the unified council structure concentrates too much authority in too few hands, regardless of how transparently that authority currently operates."Callum's summary carried none of his usual urgent tension, and I found myself genuinely grateful for a political challenge that, whatever its complications, carried no trace of hidden manipulation or ancient conspiracy."That's a legitimate concern," Edric said, considering the proposal with careful, thoughtful attention rather than immediate dismissal. "Even well intentioned unified structures can drift toward exactly the kind of concentrated vulnerability we've spent this entire conflict trying to dismantle."Lyra, barely three weeks old, slept peacefully in the sling I'd grown accustomed to wearing through these considerably calmer council sessions, and I found myself genuinely appreciating the opportunity to engage with legitimate politica

ELIRA POV"I have catalogued our shared history for considerably longer than most scholars ever manage in a single lifetime. I confess, watching your family together this evening, I find myself thinking rather more about who continues that work after me than I have in several years."Ingrid's admission carried quiet, unexpected vulnerability, considerably different from her usual careful, scholarly composure, and I studied her with fresh, careful attention."You're thinking about a successor," I said slowly, working through the implications."Considering it," Ingrid confirmed. "Not deciding, not yet. But Elira, I have spent five decades documenting the careful, patient balance between our two houses, and I confess, watching genuine, hopeful resolution finally take hold, I find myself wondering whether the archive's purpose has finally, genuinely shifted from cataloguing old grievance toward something closer to celebrating what comes next.""What would you actually look for," Kian aske