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
Damian’s POV: I tried so hard to ignore them But I couldn't stop myself, not when I had seen them so close to one another "Urgh, Elara" I grunted in frustration as I headed towards my dorm. By the time the sun had set I was too exhausted to move a finger, I was too angry to think about anything else that wasn't Elara... I lazily dragged myself through the morning classes, forcing myself to act like everything was fine like I hadn't seen the woman I loved with someone else, and not just anyone. Julian "Wow," Caspian said as I approached him. "What happened to you? You look like you were hit by a truck." "I guess it would have been better if I was" I muttered, slumping into the chair across from him. Caspian sighed "Really? The great Damian woke up feeling like a piece of Shi.." "Yes, I guess" I Sternly said and her sweet smell flooded my senses. Elara was nearby Caspian leaned forward, his voice low enough for me to hear him. "She's by the door, and let me guess You saw Juli
Elara's POV ~ "I don't need your protection and good night", I rolled my eyes, walking away but then he grabbed my wrist making me halt. "Stay behind me", Damien's hushed voice filled my ears, ushering me to stay behind me. I hesitated glancing around, the cold night was eerie and my eyes darted to red eyes lurking in the dark. My nose catches on to a whiff of scent. "ROGUES!", My heart pounded in my chest. It lunged toward me but Damien shielded me with his huge frame blocking me from the attack. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs as the wolf's claws sliced at the T-shirt Damien had on. Before I could catch up on what was happening, Damien's enormous wolf blocked my view. The two wolves lunged at each other at a fast speed, my knees going numb, my mind not processing what was going on anymore, I wanted to shout for help but my throat felt dry, I was opening my mouth but no words came out. The air was filled with clashing and tearing of flesh, the rogue was too fast
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
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