~Damian’s POV~ I knew the world around me was falling to pieces that night, broken shards scattering at my feet, and I could do nothing to prevent it. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, an emotion I hadn’t felt in years—ever since the moment in my last life when I’d put the barrel of a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger, choking on the regret of what I had done to Elara. But now, in this second life, everything spiralled out of control: one disaster barreled into the next. First, I’d found Sabrina bleeding in the woods and carried her back, then run into Elara and met that cold, accusing look in her eyes. And then, just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, it got worse. I’d been tending to Sabrina in her dorm room, my head still spinning from Elara’s clipped command outside—“Take her in.” The way she’d said it, like I meant nothing to her, hurt more than I was willing to admit to myself. I’d tried to explain, to make her understand I was not choosing Sabrina over
~Sabrina's POV-I had never been so angry in my life.Everything had gone perfectly, or at least it was supposed to. I’d worked out the details to perfection: having Damien bump into me in the woods, giving him a glimpse of the damsel in distress so he wouldn’t be able to look away, so he’d pick me up and put me on his back and see me in a way he hadn’t, wouldn’t, have done otherwise.I’d even let a trickle of blood run from my nose, just enough to sell the performance, knowing he would be too honorable to leave me there. It was my opportunity to draw him in, to remind him what he’d been missing all this time. And it had nearly worked — until Elara messed it all up.As I stretched vulnerable across my bed, playing dead, sucking breaths in thin and controlled, waiting for my body to feel relaxed enough to move. Damien had been so soft, tucking the blanket around me, fingers brushing my cheek. I felt it — the spark, the potential for more. Then I grabbed him, pulling him down, my heart
~Damien's POV-I hadn’t felt this miserable in weeks.Not since Elara caught me with Sabrina and everything went to hell. The rumours on the campus message board I saw about me dating Sabrina had only made matters worse, and I hadn’t slept well, tormented that Elara had read them.All I wanted was to visit her, to speak with her, to discover some way to bridge the gap between us. But she’d also been avoiding me like I was some kind of plague, always rushing off to this or that class or meeting, leaving me with nothing but passing glimpses of her in the halls.So when I entered the lecture hall that morning to teach, my heart skipped at the sight of her seated near the back, her head bent over a notebook.As I stood at the podium, I could see her, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder, her brow knotting as she concentrated. She was gorgeous, even with that closed-off look she had on now, the look she’d not had in our past life when she’d looked at me like I was everything to her. I
Elara's POV- I was so angry that I found it difficult to think straight. The sight of Damien standing in his office like he had any right to judge Julian, and to caution me on who I should and should not trust. Him, of all people!The man who’d broken my heart in my previous life, the man who had swallowed up Sabrina’s lies and never questioned his judgment. A man whose hands are stained with betrayal. How dare he call someone else a bad person? I left his office that day, my chest heaving, head full of messy anger and confusion. Sadness even.An ache that wouldn’t go away.The following day, I didn’t attend his class. I couldn’t stand the idea of sitting there, feeling his gaze on me, listening to his voice go on about pack dynamics as though he wasn’t the one who had shattered my world. Instead, I remained in my dorm and paced the floor, replaying our fight. His words rang in my head, “He’s not a good person” and I felt like screaming.Who was he to talk to Me? But as I thought mor
Damien's POV~As soon as I heard Julian’s words, I panicked from where I was standing.I could tell just what he was about to say to Elara. Something to sweeten his way into her life, something about being, “together” talk, something about her “freedom” since she hadn’t found her mate yet. My blood was rushing, I could hear it in my ears, and I was unable to refrain myself from shouting across the corridor, my words ringing in the air, unarguable. “What on earth are you still doing there?! It’s time for class!” I had purposely added that part about him being a teacher just to hide my desperation, but I was shaking inside. I was scared. I couldn’t allow him to finish that sentence. I couldn’t allow him to ask her to be his, not when every fiber of mine still shrieked that she was mine.What I did not expect was Elara’s reaction. I’d steeled myself for her to turn on me, to scold me for interrupting, even to agree defiantly, about whatever it was Julian was proposing, just to spit
Sabrina’s POV~I was on my way to class when I saw them. Elara, Damien, and Julian, standing in the corridor.My gut twisted at the mere sight of them and I ducked behind some trees before they could see me, my heart racing with both curiosity and dread. I shouldn’t have cared. I should have just kept walking, head high as if they didn’t mean a thing to me. But I couldn’t.Not when Damien was here, with his eyes locked on Elara as though she was the only thing in existence. It made me sick — sick with jealousy, sick with longing, sick with the inescapable truth that the man I loved loved her.I bent down, trying to hear what they were saying over the sound of the leaves rustling.Elara had shivered away, leaving only Damien and Julian at odds, their words cold and scorching. I couldn’t hear every word they said, but I heard enough — Julian teasing Damien about Elara, Damien’s voice low and furious as he told Julian to stay away. My chest tightened. Damien’s lecture wasn’t just abou
Elara's POV~I couldn’t ignore the feeling that stuck with me during class, an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach that wouldn’t let go. Julian’s words from earlier kept echoing in my brain — his confession, the way he’d wove together his fingers with mine and asked about a relationship, how honest his voice had been, how it had taken me aback.I wanted to dismiss it, to convince myself it didn’t mean anything, but deep down, I knew otherwise. He was practically about to lay his heart out on the line, and if Damien hadn’t interrupted with that loud, commanding outburst, I might’ve had no choice but to face it head-on.As much as I hated to admit it, Damien’s interference had saved me from something I wasn’t ready to have. And that only made me feel worse.I found myself sitting in the back of the lecture hall, my pen tapping restlessly at my notebook, hardly hearing the professor over the chatter in my mind. Damien wasn’t teaching today, thank the Moon Goddess, but it didn’t matte
Damien's POV~A moment had passed before I panicked, as Elara’s voice sliced through the haze of our kiss, her question soft but concerned. “What do you mean?” My heart slammed, the truth hovering at the tip of my tongue—all the abuse I’d swallowed, the mate bond, that I’d been reborn, the love that haunted me. I opened my mouth, ready to let it all pour out, to tell her how she still owned every part of me. But before I could say anything, she shook her head, defiance flashing in her eyes. “I don’t want to hear it,” she said, her tone resolute, and then she turned and left, shutting the door with a click behind her.I stood there in shock, my breath trembling, while regret flooded through me. I had come so close to opening my heart, to telling her I loved her, that I never stopped loving her. But that alone served as, a stark reminder that the timing wasn’t right — that maybe it never would be. I sighed and sat down in my chair and dropped my head into my hands. I’d resolved to conf
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
Elara's POV~When Damien said he would get Mara, the legendary healer of the Vellex Pack, to save my father, I was filled with gratitude. They all knew of her — her miracles, her knack for yanking life from death’s clutches. But I had also heard that her temper was as ferocious as her ability, and that worried me. What if she refused to help? What if Damien doesn’t convince her in time? I was sitting in the waiting area of the hospital with my mother, her hands shaking in mine, filling the silence with sobs. The clock on the wall ticked down relentlessly; every blink of the second hand was a reminder of the doctor’s words: four hours. My father was in that theatre fighting for his life, and all I could do was wait, my heart battled with both hope and fear.The hospital hall was suffocating, the fluorescents too bright, the air heavy with antiseptic and despair. I replayed Damien’s words, the way he’d held me, the way he’d vowed he would save my father, his gray eyes blazing with deter
Damien's POV~The doctor's words, “Only four hours! — echoed in my ears as I fled the hospital, my heart racing with urgency.Elara’s pale, adorable, and broken face followed me everywhere, her grateful little wish that I would save her father pushing me to keep going. I needed to get to the healer, the only person in the Vellex Pack with the kind of power to pull Gideon from the edge. I hopped into the rented car, the engine coming to life underneath me as I raced toward pack lands, but the city had other plans. The roads were packed with traffic, car horns honking while I clenched the wheel so tight my knuckles were pale. I checked the dashboard clock — an hour had already passed. Time was running out, along with Gideon’s prospects.Panic raked at my ribs, my wolf snapping and growling under my flesh, screaming for me to go faster. I couldn’t sit here, locked up in this metal cage while Elara waited, relying on me. I had an impulse response, turning into a side street and parking in
Damians POV~I was shocked when Elara’s phone rang, destroying the fragile moment between us. One moment, we were standing in front of that ancient scroll, our eyes locked, her question — “What do you mean?” —hanging unanswered in the air. The next her face went pale as she picked up the phone, and her voice quivered with panic. “Mom? Is everything okay?” I looked at her speechless, as her expression fell apart, and her notebook fell from her hands to the floor. Before I had time to react, she said “I’ll be there” and ran out of the site.I didn’t think. All I did was run after her, my heart racing, my wolf demanding I run faster. The trees blurred past as I shoved my way past a collective sea of students and professors, my gaze fixated on Elara’s hurriedly retreating. She was already frantically flagging down a taxi near the edge of the site. I couldn’t let her leave alone—not like this, not when she looked so shaken. I bolted ahead, getting to her just as she opened the taxi door, g
Elara's POV~The bus ride to the archaeological site had been long and bumpy, the hum of the engine doing little to soothe the discomfort I felt in my chest since Damien’s outburst back on campus. I had stayed away from him and from Julian alike, sitting near the front and burying my nose in a book I hardly read. From time to time, I’d sense their stares — Damien’s and Julian’s playful, mocking — and I’d ignore them, taking in the blur of tree after tree outside the window. When we reached the site — a vast stretch of ancient ruins set amid a wooded valley.The professors gathered us into a clearing, where they explained the assignment in firm voices. We were to disperse throughout the site, examine the artifacts and relics strewn around the ancient stones, and write down everything we could about what we saw — their history, their use, and their importance.I embraced the assignment, thankful for a distraction. I’d selected this course for a reason, well before my reincarnation. The
Damien's POV~A moment had passed before I panicked, as Elara’s voice sliced through the haze of our kiss, her question soft but concerned. “What do you mean?” My heart slammed, the truth hovering at the tip of my tongue—all the abuse I’d swallowed, the mate bond, that I’d been reborn, the love that haunted me. I opened my mouth, ready to let it all pour out, to tell her how she still owned every part of me. But before I could say anything, she shook her head, defiance flashing in her eyes. “I don’t want to hear it,” she said, her tone resolute, and then she turned and left, shutting the door with a click behind her.I stood there in shock, my breath trembling, while regret flooded through me. I had come so close to opening my heart, to telling her I loved her, that I never stopped loving her. But that alone served as, a stark reminder that the timing wasn’t right — that maybe it never would be. I sighed and sat down in my chair and dropped my head into my hands. I’d resolved to conf
Elara's POV~I couldn’t ignore the feeling that stuck with me during class, an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach that wouldn’t let go. Julian’s words from earlier kept echoing in my brain — his confession, the way he’d wove together his fingers with mine and asked about a relationship, how honest his voice had been, how it had taken me aback.I wanted to dismiss it, to convince myself it didn’t mean anything, but deep down, I knew otherwise. He was practically about to lay his heart out on the line, and if Damien hadn’t interrupted with that loud, commanding outburst, I might’ve had no choice but to face it head-on.As much as I hated to admit it, Damien’s interference had saved me from something I wasn’t ready to have. And that only made me feel worse.I found myself sitting in the back of the lecture hall, my pen tapping restlessly at my notebook, hardly hearing the professor over the chatter in my mind. Damien wasn’t teaching today, thank the Moon Goddess, but it didn’t matte
Sabrina’s POV~I was on my way to class when I saw them. Elara, Damien, and Julian, standing in the corridor.My gut twisted at the mere sight of them and I ducked behind some trees before they could see me, my heart racing with both curiosity and dread. I shouldn’t have cared. I should have just kept walking, head high as if they didn’t mean a thing to me. But I couldn’t.Not when Damien was here, with his eyes locked on Elara as though she was the only thing in existence. It made me sick — sick with jealousy, sick with longing, sick with the inescapable truth that the man I loved loved her.I bent down, trying to hear what they were saying over the sound of the leaves rustling.Elara had shivered away, leaving only Damien and Julian at odds, their words cold and scorching. I couldn’t hear every word they said, but I heard enough — Julian teasing Damien about Elara, Damien’s voice low and furious as he told Julian to stay away. My chest tightened. Damien’s lecture wasn’t just abou
Damien's POV~As soon as I heard Julian’s words, I panicked from where I was standing.I could tell just what he was about to say to Elara. Something to sweeten his way into her life, something about being, “together” talk, something about her “freedom” since she hadn’t found her mate yet. My blood was rushing, I could hear it in my ears, and I was unable to refrain myself from shouting across the corridor, my words ringing in the air, unarguable. “What on earth are you still doing there?! It’s time for class!” I had purposely added that part about him being a teacher just to hide my desperation, but I was shaking inside. I was scared. I couldn’t allow him to finish that sentence. I couldn’t allow him to ask her to be his, not when every fiber of mine still shrieked that she was mine.What I did not expect was Elara’s reaction. I’d steeled myself for her to turn on me, to scold me for interrupting, even to agree defiantly, about whatever it was Julian was proposing, just to spit