All Chapters of Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

RHYS POV"I had a dream about your grandfather's scar. I think it might help explain something neither of your families has properly understood about that border skirmish."I said it carefully to Cormac and Bridie, having called them both to a private meeting three weeks into the term, watching wariness cross both their expressions at the unexpected approach."What did you see," Bridie asked, careful curiosity breaking through her guarded tone."Your uncle," I said, addressing Bridie directly, "didn't lead that skirmish out of aggressive territorial ambition, the way I understand Cormac's family has always believed. He was responding to a considerably earlier provocation, a boundary marker moved deliberately onto Mackinnon land, that I believe your own family, Cormac, has never actually acknowledged happened."Cormac's expression shifted through disbelief into something considerably more uncertain. "That's not the story I was raised with," he said slowly. "My grandfather always claime

WREN POV"The northern rescue network's just received formal recognition from the Continental Accord council. Fraser, we're now officially the model every other territory's expected to study when building their own emergency response systems."I delivered the news with genuine, fierce pride, watching Fraser's expression shift from careful professional focus into unguarded, delighted celebration."That's remarkable," he said, pulling me into an enthusiastic embrace. "Wren, do you understand what this actually means? Every single life we've saved across these years, every difficult mountain rescue, every careful training exercise, it's genuinely, formally shaping how this entire continent approaches emergency preparedness now.""I understand it considerably," I said, laughing warmly despite the emotion building in my own chest. "I helped build the formal proposal, Fraser, remember."We'd expanded considerably across the years since our own network's modest beginning, formal branches now

Cormac Pov"Someone burned the reconciliation banner outside my gate last night. Three witnesses say it was your cousin, Cormac."Bridie stood rigidly in the doorway of the instructor's study, her arms crossed over her chest, the morning rain dripping steadily from the hem of her heavy oilskin coat onto the dry oak floorboards.I did not immediately leap to my feet. I carefully set down my quill, smoothed the lesson notes flat across the blotter, and looked up into her stormy eyes. "Which cousin.""Does it matter which one?" she retorted, her voice scraping like flint against stone."It matters if you want me to believe you," I said, rising to my full height behind the desk. "Fergus is two hundred miles south managing the winter herds, and Calum has been in the sick ward since Tuesday. Show me who actually claims they saw this.""A stable hand. My aunt. The boy who delivers our post." Bridie's jaw was clamped so tight a muscle twitched beneath her ear. "Three separate people, Cormac.

Cormac POV"Step away from him, Bridie."My uncle didn't say that. Hers did.Alistair Mackinnon stood planted in the doorway of the instructor's study like an iron monument, his jaw clamped shut and his stormy grey eyes locked onto my fingers still tightly interwoven with Bridie's. The three armed enforcers flanked behind him did not advance, but their knuckles were white around the silver hilts of their broadswords, their combat pheromones rolling into the small, warm room in thick, suffocating waves."Uncle, this isn't what you think," Bridie pleaded, not letting go of my hand."I think two peace banners burned on our boundary line tonight, and you are standing here holding a Ferguson’s hand instead of rallying with your own kin," Alistair growled, his Alpha pressure flaring outward, heavy enough to rattle the glass panes of the oil lamps. His gaze shifted from our joined hands and cut directly to my throat. "Get out of my territory before I make you, boy.""He didn't do this," Brid

Cormac POV"The Hollow Court," Rhys said, the name dropping like a leaden weight into the freezing night air. "It is not marked on any modern survey map you will find today. It has not existed, formally, since long before the boundary split tore our territories apart three centuries ago."The smoke from the smoldering east wing swirled between us, thick with the stench of charred timber, melted glass, and damp ash."Then how do we locate it?" Bridie demanded, her breath misting white in the cold as she stepped closer to the scorched stone balustrade."You don't," Rhys answered quietly.He folded the soot-stained missive with deliberate, agonizing care, handling the fragile vellum as though the alchemical fire that had devoured the academy archives might still reignite against his fingertips."It finds you," he continued, lifting his gaze to meet ours. "That is how the ancient mechanism has always functioned, according to the unsealed fragments of the First Annals before tonight's blaz