Todos los capítulos de Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

FRASER POV"Grandda's asking for you specifically, Fraser. The healers say he's got weeks, maybe less. Somebody needs to take over the northern rescue operation properly, and you know as well as I do there's nobody else in the family with the training for it."Aileen delivered the news standing in the operations yard doorway, travel worn from the considerable journey north, and I felt the particular cold weight of obligation settle over me even as grief for my grandfather's failing health threatened to overwhelm everything else entirely."I have a life here now," I said, though even as I spoke the words, I understood exactly how much they were about to cost me either way."I know that," Aileen said, gentler now, studying me with the particular careful sympathy of a cousin who'd grown up alongside me through every hard northern winter our family's rescue legacy had ever demanded. "I'm not here to pretend otherwise. But Fraser, four generations of Buchanans have kept that network runnin

ELIRA POV"Thirty five years of faithful service, and I never once imagined I'd be standing here, watching Silas actually blush at his own wedding."I said it to Kian with genuine, delighted amusement, watching our old friend fidget nervously with his formal collar while Selene made her final preparations in the room adjoining Ashgrove's garden pavilion."He's terrified," Kian said, laughing softly. "Considerably more terrified than he ever once looked facing down an actual armed threat.""Love does that to even the steadiest people," I said, leaning into him, watching the gathered guests settle into their seats across the beautifully decorated garden.The wedding itself unfolded with warmth and careful, deliberate joy, considerably different from the grand political ceremonies this family had once been forced into by circumstance. Eleanor officiated with genuine tenderness, having grown close to both Silas and Selene across the years since her own reconciliation with this family had

ELIRA POV"With respect, Ms Hart, this council has heard considerable talk of genuine choice and freely chosen unity. I would remind everyone gathered that not every territory shares your family's particular good fortune in how that choosing has unfolded."The voice belonged to Griogair Sinclair, a sharp featured delegate representing a cluster of smaller, fiercely independent territories along the western coast, and I felt the room's easy warmth cool considerably at his pointed challenge."I'm not asking anyone to pretend the process has been simple," I said evenly, refusing to let his sharpness rattle the careful case I'd spent weeks preparing. "I'm asking this council to consider a framework that protects genuine autonomy while still allowing territories to choose deeper connection, on their own timeline, without fear of being left permanently isolated if they hesitate.""A pretty sentiment," Griogair said, "from a family whose own reunification was, by your own accounts, engineere

KIAN POV"Off the road, now."Silas's warning came a half second before the first arrow cracked into the tree beside us, and I threw myself from the saddle, rolling into the treeline as our pursuers closed the remaining distance at a dead run.Three riders, professional by the look of their coordinated approach, moved to flank us from opposite directions, and I felt old instinct sharpen every sense at once, four years of relentless crisis long behind me but the reflexes clearly never having fully faded."They want you alive," Silas called, ducking behind a fallen log as another arrow sliced past. "Look at the angle of that last shot. Deliberately wide.""Then let's find out why," I said, and broke from cover the moment the nearest rider committed to his approach, closing the distance before he could properly reset his aim.The fight that followed was brief, brutal, and entirely one sided once Silas and I coordinated properly, decades of shared combat experience settling into place wit

RHYS POV"I had a dream last night that I think might actually help. Not about danger, exactly. About a name."I said it during the family's morning briefing, and I watched every adult present turn toward me with the particular focused attention my dreams had earned across years of proving genuinely useful."Tell us," Mama said immediately."There was a woman," I said, working carefully to hold onto the dream's fading details. "Standing in a room full of maps, marking territories with something that looked like a chain, broken in the middle. She said something strange. She said, tell them Fenella remembers exactly what Ashgrove cost her family, even if nobody else does."Callum's expression sharpened instantly. "Fenella. Elira, I need to check something." He pulled up records with urgent focus, and within minutes, his expression had shifted into grim, confirmed recognition. "Fenella Ross. A distant relation of Torren's, actually, from a branch of the family that scattered after his ex