Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

ELIRA POV"She's not asking for three days anymore," Silas said, his knuckles white against the edge of the blood-sealed imperial parchment as he stepped into the drafty room. "She's asking for one, and she wants proof of the bond before she'll even consider negotiating."The words struck the stagnant air like a sudden drop in pressure. The draft howling through the corridor made the single tallow candle flicker, throwing long, erratic shadows across the dark timber walls. Outside the windowpanes, the forest stood in complete, suffocating blackness, but inside, the fragile sanctuary we had carved out over the past hour disintegrated instantly."Proof of the bond," I repeated, the syllables tasting dry, metallic, and absurd on my tongue. "What does that even mean."I looked from Silas’s drawn face to Kian, who had not stepped away from my side. His massive silhouette was rigid, the lingering warmth of our shared kiss still burning against my lips like a brand, yet his gaze had already h

ELIRA POV"Last chance to change your mind."His voice was a low rumble against my ear, vibrating through the dark bedroom where the night wind still slipped past the heavy velvet drapes. The scent of ozone, damp stone, and the copper tang of our earlier violence lingered in the corners, but between the two of us, there was only the suffocating heat of his wolf and mine circling the same inevitability. Kian’s hands framed my face, his broad palms rough with calluses, cradling my jaw with a tenderness that felt almost agonizing after months of defensive iron between us. His thumb brushed across my cheekbone, catching a stray trace of ash from the broken window. His dark eyes searched mine, stripped of all Alpha arrogance, asking for permission he had every right by law to demand, yet refused to take without my willing surrender."I'm not changing my mind. Not this time, and not because of anything but exactly how I feel about you."He kissed me then, slow and certain, and every wall I'd

ELIRA POV"Welcome home, Elira. Though I imagine that word tastes wrong in your mouth by now."The voice came from the study doorway, low, amused, nothing like Ren Achara's clipped efficiency. A man stepped into the hall, unremarkable at first glance, greying at the temples, dressed like a man attending a business dinner rather than the most feared wolf alive."You're the King," I said. Not a question."Marcus," he said. "I find titles slow people down in conversation, and I'd rather talk to you as a person than a symbol, at least for the next few minutes."Kian's hand tightened around mine. "You chose this house deliberately.""I chose it because Elira needed to see something before we discuss anything else." Marcus gestured toward the study behind him. "Your mother's belongings, Elira. Robert kept a room here nobody was permitted to enter. I had it opened this morning."My chest went tight. "Why would you care what my father hid.""Because your mother mattered to people you've never

ELIRA POV"Magnus taught you to hunt. He stood at your father's funeral. Kian, are you certain."I watched the words land on him like physical blows, each one peeling back another layer of a betrayal I could see him refusing to believe even as the evidence stacked up in front of him."I'm certain," Silas said grimly. "He's the one who forged my archive access code, not Priya, not Marisol. I found the proof three hours ago and came straight here rather than risk a call he might intercept.""Why," Kian said, voice raw. "Why would he want the Ironfang line erased. He has no connection to any of this.""He has every connection," a new voice said from the shattered doorway, and I turned to find an older man standing there, silver haired, calm in a way that chilled me far more than Marcus's composure ever had. "My mother was Ironfang, Kian. Cast out generations ago for daring to suggest the bloodline should reveal itself and reclaim its old territory rather than hide forever. She died belie

ELIRA POV"You're not putting them back on a plane to the human world without me. Not after tonight."Kian said it flatly, watching me pack the twins' small overnight bags with hands that hadn't fully stopped shaking."I need them somewhere the Ironfang name means nothing," I said. "Somewhere quiet. Dmitri can take them, he's not pack, he's not political, nobody watching this house is thinking about a shipping executive's flat three hours from here.""And you.""I'm staying." I zipped the bag closed and finally looked up at him. "Marcus is right. This isn't over, and hiding from it worked for exactly as long as it took someone to find the house I grew up in. I'd rather face whatever's coming with my eyes open than wait for it to find my children again."Kian's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue, which told me more about how much he'd changed than any speech could have.Wren appeared in the doorway, still pale but steadier than an hour ago, Rhys close behind her."Are you coming with u