All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Kira’s POV Time to plan a special surprise for Julian! I sighs happily as my damp hair clings to my shoulders, and for once, I don’t care how tired I look. I’m on a mission. Julian’s in the shower, and I can hear the water running in the background, steady and strong. My chest tightens a little. We’ve been at odds. Misunderstandings, hurtful words, silent nights. But today… today is our coronation/ official wedding. I won’t let the past few days stain the start of our forever especially now that we are pregnant. Closing my eyes, I reach out through the bond and mind-link the one person I trust to help me pull off something last-minute but meaningful. 'Martha?' 'Yes, Luna? Is everything alright?' 'I need your help. Meet me outside the east wing entrance, by the rose trellis. Quietly. Bring a picnic basket—anything simple but sweet. Something Julian would like. We only have ten minutes.' There’s a beat of silence. before 'I am on my way.' I move quickly, slipping into

Kira’s POV The corridor darkens slightly as a shadow steps into our path. I blink up, startled, then immediately recognize her. It is Katie. She’s as regal as I remember, all sharp cheekbones and cool poise, Damian’s mark peeking from beneath her collar. “Brother in-law. Kira,” she says evenly, eyes darting between us. “ I came to wish you two good luck with the coronation.” What?! There’s a pause, heavy with unspoken memories and the weight of past tension I don't want to remember. “Thank you,” Julian replies stiffly, his hand pressing gently to the small of my back. “Thanks,” I echo, a little more softly. Katie dips her head and glides past us with the effortless grace of someone who still commands attention even when she's no longer in the spotlight with Damian. "That was... odd," I murmur. Julian chuckles lightly. "Maybe she's turned over a new leaf?" We exchange a knowing glance but say nothing more as we continue down the hall. The moment the bedroom d

Helen’s POV. The ballroom is a blur of gold silk, polished marble, and teeth-gritting applause. Laughter rings from every corner as guests lift their glasses to toast the newly crowned Alpha King and his Queen Luna. I don’t join in but I stand near a stone pillar wrapped in ivy, hiding behind its shadow, the weight of my fury pressed tightly against my ribs. There he is. My Julian. He looks like royalty incarnate with his sexy, commanding, lips curved into a modest smile as junior Alphas with their Lunas line up to offer him congratulations. And beside him... Kira. My breath sours just looking at her. She glows beneath the chandeliers like some divine creature. Her gown is white and gold, elegant but simple, and the fang-shaped necklace around her neck gleams like a trophy. She smiles graciously, speaking softly to the guests, like the perfect little Luna. How did this happen even after I planted doubt in her mind? Evelyn appears beside me, swirling her glass of blood-red w

Julian's POV. "Red, I can't imagine a future without you," I lay Kira down on the bed, feeling an urgent need to wrap myself around her. Her skin is warm and flushed, and every inch of it begs for my touch. "Me too Julian," She answers back with a smile. "Goddess, I'm one lucky son of a bitch," I run my hands across her, tracing the lines and curves of her, and feeling my cock pulse with increased urgency to claim her. Kira's breath hitches as my fingertips graze the sensitive spot just behind her knee. I stroke my way up her thighs, feeling the tense, eager muscles underneath them. "I love loving you Julian," she says and I place a soft kiss on her mouth, and work my way down to her neck, inhaling sharply as I run my tongue across the mark I gave her. Her body shivers and I smile, practically tasting her arousal, feeling every beat of my heart through my hardened manhood. "Tame me Julian," She pulls me closer, her legs lift slightly kissing the bottom of my rib cage.

Julian’s POV. (5 minutes later) Miranda pulls back from Kira, her eyes glowing faintly with the last trace of magic. The room is dead silent. “It is done,” she says, voice calm, and almost detached. “The pup is safe.” My heart slams in my chest and for a second, no one moves. Then chaos erupts. Doctors rush forward, surrounding Kira. Machines beep faster, and louder. Nurses scramble to check her vitals while someone calls out for an ultrasound scan. I stand frozen, my eyes fixed on Kira’s still form. “Heartbeat detected—strong and stable!” one of the doctors shouts. “Fetal movement confirmed,” another says, disbelief in his voice. “It’s alive. The pup’s alive!” The relief hits me so hard my knees nearly buckle. "Miranda, thank you, I'm forever in your debt," I don’t wait for permission. I shove past the nurse and fall to my knees beside the bed. Kira stirs, her lashes fluttering as if waking from a deep dream. Then she turns her head ever so slightly, her eyes locking onto m