บททั้งหมดของ Mate Rebound : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

~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

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

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~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

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