All Chapters of Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

WREN POV"Rockslide near the eastern ridge. Two hikers trapped, one with a confirmed broken leg, the other unaccounted for since the initial slide. Weather's closing in fast."I took the report at a full run, already shouting orders to my team as we loaded the last of the equipment, three years of building this search and rescue network across territories finally proving its worth in exactly the kind of ordinary, urgent crisis it had been designed for."Full team," I said. "Denna, you're with me on the primary approach. Fen, take the secondary team around the northern face in case the main route's compromised. Move."We reached the ridge within the hour, the promised weather already beginning to close in, thick grey clouds rolling low over the mountains, wind picking up in the particular way that told me we had considerably less time than I would have preferred."There," Denna called, pointing toward a shape wedged between two boulders, unmistakably human, unmistakably injured.I reac

ELIRA POV"He wrote to tell us properly, before simply showing up and announcing it. I think that might be the most Rhys thing he's ever done, honestly."I said it to Kian, laughing through unexpected tears as I finished reading our son's careful, thoughtful letter describing his feelings for Sable, considerably more formal in its phrasing than the news itself probably required."He gets that carefulness from you," Kian said, reading over my shoulder with matching warmth."He gets the willingness to actually feel things that deeply from you," I said, leaning into him.We'd gathered the whole family for the occasion, Wren arriving fresh from her latest search and rescue deployment, still faintly windburned from the mountain rescue that had apparently become something of a minor local legend across three territories. Adrian and Freya, settling comfortably into their first year of marriage, Lyra now considerably better at reading than tracking down fireflies, though she still managed bot

ELIRA POV"Every territory we've ever fought, allied with, or reunited with. All of them, gathered in one place, for the first time in this family's entire complicated history."I said it to Kian with genuine, disbelieving wonder, watching the grounds outside Ashgrove fill steadily with delegations from every direction, the annual Unity Gathering considerably larger this year than it had ever been before.Marcus arrived first, considerably tanned and relaxed from his years of unburdened travel, embracing me warmly before I'd even finished crossing the courtyard to greet him properly."You look happy," I said, studying the genuine ease that had settled into features I remembered carrying such heavy, careful weight for so many years."I am happy," Marcus confirmed. "Genuinely, completely happy, for the first time in longer than I care to admit. Freedom suits me considerably better than crowns ever did."Edric and Priya arrived next, their son Tobias now old enough to run delighted circl

ELIRA POV"I don't know what I'm supposed to feel yet. Everyone else's ceremony had a name already, a tradition already written. Mine doesn't have anything. I have to build it from nothing, and I don't actually know if I'm ready."Lyra said it quietly, sixteen now, sitting cross legged on my study floor amid the scattered pages of the manuscript I'd been steadily writing for years, her expression carrying a vulnerability I recognised sharply from my own uncertain youth."You're not building it from nothing," I said gently, settling onto the floor beside her. "You're building it from every single piece of this family's history. From my own claiming at that ancestral estate. From Adrian's binding. From your brother and sister's first shift. From the reunification ceremony that first taught this entire family what genuine, chosen unity actually feels like.""But none of those were exactly like mine," Lyra said. "Nobody's ever carried both currents as completely as I do. What if I do it w

SILAS POV"You've served three Alphas now, if you count old Ashgrove blood the way the council traditionally has. That's a considerable stretch of loyalty for a man who's never once asked for anything in return."Eleanor said it quietly, finding me alone at the estate's eastern boundary where I'd taken to walking most evenings since my duties had finally, gradually eased into something considerably less demanding than the relentless vigilance of years past."I asked for one thing, once," I said, surprising myself with the admission. "A long time ago. I never got round to actually voicing it properly, and by the time I might have, the moment had rather thoroughly passed."Eleanor studied me with the particular sharp, careful attention that had become, over the years since her identity was first revealed, considerably gentler than it once had been. "That sounds like the beginning of a story I haven't heard yet."I hadn't intended to tell it. I'd carried the particular weight of it quiet