CHAPTER SIXElara's POV:Three days ago was my 18th birthday, but nothing happened as it had in my former life.In my previous life, everything changed the moment Damien and I shook hands. The instant we touched, the Mate Bond sparked between us like an electric shock. His deep blue eyes locked onto mine, and he pulled me closer. “You feel it, don’t you?” He asked. The bond was undeniable, and I felt an overwhelming rush of emotions: love, excitement, and longing.At that time, every cell in my body had screamed that we were meant for each other.But this time? Nothing.When we shook hands three days ago, Damien didn’t even flinch. No spark, no recognition. Instead, he smiled politely, then drifted away to a corner where a group of girls from my middle school were laughing and chatting.Sabrina, ever the bright and optimistic friend, introduced me to Caspian. “I’ve always dreamed of us being sisters-in-law.” She’d said with a giggle, oblivious to the irritation growing in my stomach.
CHAPTER SEVEN Elara's POV:Of all the people, of all the places… Damien was the last person I wanted to see. Yet there he was, his presence commanding attention as if he owned the entire world. I wasn’t ready for what came next.His eyes scanned the crowd until it landed on me, and for a split second, it felt like time slowed.I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to think, as the memories of our last encounter played on a loop in my mind. Why is he here? And more importantly, how am I going to avoid him now?Honestly, I didn’t think Damien would even notice me in the crowd, let alone look directly at me. Yet, there he was. His piercing gray eyes landed on mine like a hawk spotting its prey, and for a moment, my breath hitched.I tried to step back, to hide among the crowd of girls still screaming and pushing to get a better look, but his gaze was locked on me. My chest tightened as if his stare alone could reach out and grab me.Before I could react, he started moving
Damien's POV:I hate the idea of Julian being here. The moment I saw him at the university gates earlier, I knew he wasn’t here for anything good.And now, seeing him standing in front of Elara, casually talking to her like they were old friends, made my blood boil. I wasn’t even sure what they were talking about, but it didn’t matter. Julian always had a way of inserting himself where he didn’t belong.Just like he did, two years ago.I walked towards him, my fists clenching involuntarily.“Elara.” I began, interrupting their conversation. “Step aside.”She turned to me, her eyes filled with annoyance. “He’s discussing with me.” She said, crossing her arms. “It’s rude to come in between.”That caught me off guard. For a split second, I faltered. Elara has always been soft-spoken, never confrontational. This wasn’t like her at all.A small, mocking smile tugged at my lips. “I don’t care the least about you.” I said, my tone dripping with anger as I pointed at Julian. “I have unfinis
Damien's POV:I forced a smile, though my patience was wearing thin. "Wonderful," I said dryly. "Truly, it’s like a dream come true.""See?" She cooed, completely ignoring the sarcasm dripping from my tone. "I knew you’d come around. This is perfect, Damien. A fresh start for us!"I stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest. "Let me stop you right there, Ava. There’s no ‘us.’ There never was. And I don’t have the energy to deal with you."Her smile faltered for a brief second, but she quickly recovered, her expression turning coy. "Oh, come on, Damien. Don’t be like that. We had something special once, didn’t we?"I let out a humorless laugh. "Special? If by 'special' you mean a complete disaster, then sure, let’s call it that."Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of irritation breaking through her facade. "You’re still holding a grudge," She said, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. "I can see it in your eyes. But I’m here to make things right.""You want to make things right?"
Elara's POV: "Arghhh" Why didn't I just say No to him? Now I have to go with him on a date "Arghhh" I muttered to myself in frustration and annoyance "I only wanted to make Damian upset, I just... I just wanted to prove a point" I continued muttering under my breath as I picked my lipstick from my makeup kit. When I had said yes to going out on a date with him. I did it out of spite. I wanted to prove to Damian that I had moved on No! I wanted to prove to myself that I was over him. But who was I kidding, I was still deep in my feelings for Damian and now I feel terrible using Julian's feelings to my advantage. He seemed like a nice and sweet person, and the last thing I needed was to mess his heart up, just like how Damian had done mine. "What's with that ugly face?" Sabrina's voice burst through my chain of thoughts annoying me even more. She was watching me with an amused expression on her face. "Who are you calling ugly" I sighed as I stared at her. She offered
Julian's POV: I had chosen a rooftop restaurant, one that overlooked the entire city, it was a romantic and beautiful sight but she had all my attention. “You look really beautiful tonight,” I said as I pulled the chair for her to sit. “Thank you.” came her response as the waiter came over, taking our orders. While eating, I tried my best to converse more with her. She was polite, engaging, and charming. And yet… Something felt off. Slowly, she leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at me as she bit her lower lips, making me feel giddy. “Why did you ask me out on a date right after you argued with Damien?” she asked I raised a brow, as I took a sip of my wine. “What do you mean?” “What’s going on between you both?” she demanded, looking as cute as an angry kitten. “Are you trying to use me as some kind of tool or pawn in your game to get back at him? Because if you are I do not...” A smirk curled at my lips. “Blunt and sharp like a blade. I like that.” “Answer the question,
Elara's POV: As I watched Julian's car drive further away, a small smile formed on my face. “What the hell, Elara?!” a familiar voice startled me. Caspian I turned around to look at him with an expressionless look on my face “To what do I owe this unwelcomed visitation" I calmly said " and why sneak up on me?" “I wasn’t sneaking up on you. I came to see someone and then I saw you step out of Julian’s car.” I narrowed my eyes at him "Yes, why is there a problem?" "No" came his Stern reply and I nodded my head "Good" I answered and turned to leave “Elara.” His voice stopped me in my tracks. "Now what is it this time?" I turned around, frowning as I stared at him He clenched his jaw before he finally spoke. “Be careful.” “Be careful of what?” I sarcastically asked "Julian's car?" “Julian,” he responded a bit more seriously than normal “You can’t be serious.” “I’m dead serious Elara,” Caspian countered. “That person isn’t who you think he is. He’s not as compassionate as
Elara's POV: I couldn't sleep all night as Caspian’s warning about Julian continued to echo in my head. I tried to push his words aside, but everything felt off. Caspian wasn’t the type to meddle in other people's matters, so what was he hiding? I shook my head as I stepped into the bathroom, I had more important things to worry about. My parents. Their lives were in danger and one thing I couldn't afford right now was distractions. And by distractions I mean Damian and Julian. By the time I had managed to arrive for werewolf history class, the lecture hall was filled with noise. I noticed Julian was sitting comfortably at the front, calm yet Charming. He seemed more relaxed than how he had looked last night when he dropped me off at the hostel. While Damien stood at the front of the room, his intimidating aura filled the air. He looked every bit the Alpha–strong, cold, distant. The moment his eyes met with mine I felt a strange pull and I'm sure he felt it too. I stared at
Jasmine’s POV~I was sitting cross-legged on the bed in my dorm room, my laptop on. The room was a mess — books stacked on the desk, clothes spilling from an open drawer — but my attention was locked on the screen as I scrolled through my father’s old emails. I had hacked into his account months ago, a distrustful act, but I had never dug this deep. And that changed after meeting Elara at the Café. Her desperate outburst had triggered something in me—a curiosity I couldn’t put to rest, something that made me doubt everything I thought I knew about my father.Elara’s words echoed in my head. My dad’s shooting wasn’t random. It’s related to the pack business, maybe something your father did. I’d turned her away, my loyalty to Dad flaring, but the words were liquid silver. Silver was a final weapon, a poison for traitors or foes too dangerous to kill in a fair fight. To think that my dad might be in any way connected to such a thing was preposterous. And yet here I was, breaking his trus
Caspian’s POV~I was sitting in my father’s study, the smell of old leather and cigar smoke wrapping around me. The room was a place where Vellex Pack tactics were plotted. Father was seated at the table’s head with his broad back bent over a map of our territory, pointing to the jagged line where the Bloodhound Pack had been taunting our borders. His voice was rumbling, listing new defenses — patrols, surveillance, but I kept thinking back, to the hospital scene days before.“Caspian,” Savire barked, pulling me back. His gray eyes, which were so much like mine, squinted. “You’re distracted. If you’re not here to work, then you’re of no good to me.”I sat back and raked my fingers through my hair. “I’m here, Dad. Just … thinking about the shooting. The attack on Gideon was not random. It has Julian written all over it.” I was concerned about the shooting, yeah, but it was Damien’s focus on Elara that wore me down. I respected her, but Damien’s obsession was distracting him from the jo
Julian’s POV~I was in our packhouse, where my father, Alpha Roland, paced back and forth in front of the large oak table. He spoke in a quiet growl as he described what the pack had to do next. Maps of Vellex territory stretched across the table, red lines with green dots reaching toward their borders. His plan was straightforward. Invade, challenge and take whatever we could before Damien’s pack could respond. But my mind was not on the maps, the plans, or the strategies that lay before me. It was on Elara Blackwood, her face constantly flickering into my thoughts.“Julian,” my father snapped, and his dark eyes shook me in place. “Are you listening? This isn’t a game. The Vellex Pack is weak, distracted by Gideon’s gunfire. Damien’s busy playing hero.” His lip curled, his words laced with scorn. He’d never respected Damien, never seen him as anything but a soft-headed fool who’d valued honor above power.I nodded, trying to pull my attention to him. “I am listening,” I said. “But Da
Elara’s POV~Dad seemed stronger this morning, his cheeks were less swollen, and his eyes somewhat brighter. Yet there was still such a frailty to him that it twisted my heart.I held onto my notebook whose well-worn pages contained remnants of my former life and clues I’d assembled in this one. I’d come to see how he was, but also to dig for answers — answers about the shooting, about the poison, about the shadows that had followed me through two lifetimes. My parents’ deaths had been passed off as an accident in my past life, but I’d eavesdropped on their whispers of liquid silver, just like the poison that most recently almost claimed Dad. I couldn’t leave it alone, not when every instinct told me that the truth was close by somewhere.Dad,” I said, wrapping my hands around his hand and placing my notebook on my lap. “You look better today.” I smiled, but my heart raced with the question I was about to ask.His hand squeezed mine gently and he laughed feebly. “Better’s relative, ki
Sabrina’s POV~I walked up and down the grimy carpet of my hostel room, with anger rushing through my veins.Elara’s name seared in my mind.Her father’s crisis had propelled her to somehow manage to be the center of everyone’s attention—Damien’s, Caspian’s, and even Julian’s—and I hated her for it. I had gone to the hospital yesterday, thinking that I could be a supportive friend, one who showed her that I was there for her, even though I didn't care an inch. But before I could even get into her dad's ward, I’d spotted him—Damien, leaning on the hallway wall, his eyes pinning Elara with an intensity that had my stomach rolling. I had turned on my heel and walked out, my nails digging into my palms as I left. She stole everything, and I had had enough of playing nice.I was no longer stalking, but standing with my fingers curling the side of my desk, the mirror that leaned against five textbooks staring back at my reflection. My hair? Perfect. My makeup? Flawless; but it didn’t matter
Damien’s POV~I leaned against the cold hospital wall, my arms crossed, trying to still myself against the storm turning in my chest.I knew that Gideon would make it out okay, Mara’s expertise had brought him back from the edge and the fact we’d won should have made him feel lighter. But it didn’t. Elara’s decision to allow Julian’s healer, Torren, to go in first haunted me. Her hug, if it could even be called that after Mara’s victory stayed in my head. But now that cold distance, the way she avoided my eyes, hurt. It had been a reflection of the betrayal of my previous life when I killed her with my own hands.I balled my hands into fists as I struggled to keep my wolf at bay.I was haunted by the memory of that other life, Elara’s lifeless body the pool of blood beneath her and the warm gun in my hand. I’d awoken from that nightmare with a chance to rectify my sins. I’d promised to defend her, to compensate, and yet, here I was, standing outside of her world, watching her fade.
Elara’s POV~When his eyelids fluttered, and finally opened to reveal those hazel eyes so much like my own, joy surged within me. "Elara," he murmured, his voice course. A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes.“Dad,” I gasped, my grip around his hand tightening almost as if I could force all of my strength into him. “You’re awake. You’re here.” My voice trembled, reflecting an awkward half-relief and the absurd, crushing gravity of everything I’d labored to alter in this reincarnated life. I’d lost him — and Mom — three days after my eighteenth birthday in my previous life. But here he was, alive, breathing, because I’d reincarnated back from death to rewrite my destiny.He grinned, but it was with much effort. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, kiddo.” His sad little stab at humor shattered something inside me, and I laughed, the sound dissolving into a sob. I leaned my forehead to his hand, and let the tears drench his skin, while I trembled a
Elara's POV~The hospital room was silent except for the constant beep of the monitor keeping track of my father’s heartbeat. I sat next to his bed, my hand laid lightly on his, his skin warm but too pale still. Not that he was awake yet, but the doctors and Mara, had assured us he was healing. The poison was out, and the bullet wound healed by his werewolf ability and Mara’s expertise. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly, the relief fighting with the fear that wouldn’t just go. He’d been so close to death, and the thought of losing him — losing the father I’d struggled so hard to save in this new life — made my throat hard.I pulled the blanket up over him, wrapping it around his shoulders, my hands moving slowly and deliberately. Each second I spent here, taking care of him, was a mini triumph, a rebellion against the death that was attempting to steal him away from me. But as I smoothed the fabric, my mind wandered to Damien. I couldn’t stop thinking about him — his determinat
Julian's POV~The news of Elara’s father being shot came to me as a gift. The topic had come up in a pack meeting with a coworker of Gideon Jules', and I finally heard they needed a healer. I didn’t give a shit about Gideon, not really, but Elara—Elara was everything. If I could swoop in and be the hero and upstage Damien, I’d have her thanks, maybe even her heart. I called Healer Torren, a devoted servant of my family’s pack, and hurried to the hospital, my mind racing through the possibilities. And this was my chance to show I was better than Damien, to show Elara who she could trust.The look on Damien’s face, when I arrived with Torren, made every second of the rushed trip worth it. His eyes widened, then narrowed, his jaw tightening as he searched for the right response, for the right arrangement of words that conveyed that I’d gotten there before him. Elara’s gratitude, her gentle, soft “Thank you,” was music, and I squealed in the way Damien’s forced smile didn’t touch his eyes