Todos os capítulos de Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Capítulo 331 - Capítulo 336

BRIDIE POV "She's grown so much since the last time I properly watched her work. Cormac, I don't think either of us fully appreciated how quickly these children actually grow once we're not the ones catching every single milestone personally anymore."I said it, watching Maren guide a younger convergence child through a simple breathing exercise with the same patient calm Torvin had once shown her, five years old and already carrying herself with quiet, easy authority.The garden pavilion was dappled with late-afternoon sun, honeyed light slanting through the flowering honeysuckle vines that wound up the cedar pillars. On the low rush matting, three-year-old Toby from the borderlands sat cross-legged, his small fists clenched tight as little sparks of copper light sputtered anxiously against his knuckles. Maren knelt opposite him, her honey-brown braids tied back with green ribbons, her own palms resting open and upturned in her lap. She wasn’t reaching out to suppress the light; she

CORMAC POV"I find myself thinking about how many different kinds of happy endings this family's actually built, each one looking slightly different from the last, and every single one of them exactly right for the people who found it."I said it to Bridie on the Weaving House's familiar porch, the whole extended family gathered once more for an evening that had, somewhere along the long, winding way, become this family's favourite and most frequent kind of celebration."I think that's rather the whole point," Bridie said, leaning into me. "Nobody's love story looks quite the same as anyone else's. Elira and Kian, built from crisis and hard-won trust. Rhys and Sable, built from dreams and patient distance finally closed. You and me, built from a trial neither of us fully understood until we were standing inside it together. Now Cato and Senna, built from rescue work and genuine, steady partnership.""All different," I said, "and somehow, every single time, exactly the same underneath

CORMAC POV"Ten years, Bridie. I keep trying to properly understand how an entire decade passed since that evening on the porch, and I genuinely can't manage it."I said it, watching our daughter, fifteen now, help a group of visiting delegates understand the Weaving House's teaching methods with the same patient confidence her own mother had once shown a frightened boy in a cold Reaveswood forest."Time's rather good at that," Bridie said, laughing, more silver threading through her own dark hair now, though she wore it exactly as steadily as Elira had always worn her own.The Weaving House had grown into something neither of us could have fully imagined that first anxious winter, eleven regional branches now stretching across territories that had once seemed impossibly distant, hundreds of convergence children guided safely into adulthood by a network this family had built from nothing but a refusal to let fear decide a single frightened child's fate.Maren approached, radiant with