Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother.: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Kira's POV "I remember those eyes from the dark forest..." My voice trails off as I stare at Julian because now that I've gotten a proper look at him, there's no mistaking it — I've seen those silver eyes before. He's the one who saved me in the forest. The one who silently paid for those dresses when I was nearly accused of stealing. And the same figure I almost caught a glimpse of at the hospital. I clear my throat, forcing my voice to stay steady. "It was you, wasn't it?" His gaze flicks to me, cold and unreadable. "I already told you — no." The sharpness in his tone should’ve ended the conversation, but I press on because all I want to do is thank the man for helping me out. “You’re lying,” I insist, shifting to face him. “I recognize your eyes. I know it was you.” His expression hardens. “You’re imagining things.” “I’m not,” I argue. “Why won’t you just admit it?” Before he can answer, the car jolts violently as it hits a bump. I yelp as I’m thrown forward —

Kira's POV. The drive to Crimson Crown is long and miserable in Damian's car. My body aches from being crammed in the backseat, wedged between bags and luggage. Every bump in the road feels like a punch to my spine, and by the time we finally pull into the pack’s territory, I’m stiff and sore. But my discomfort is forgotten the moment I see the pack itself. Bright lights illuminate sleek, modern buildings, their glass windows reflecting the moonlight like crystals. Paved roads wind smoothly through the area, with street lamps lining the paths. Houses aren’t just big — they’re luxurious, with large balconies, polished stone exteriors, and well-manicured lawns. Compared to my old pack’s small, outdated structures, Crimson Crown feels like an entirely different world. Wow, this is incredible... I’m still staring out of the glass when Damian clears his throat sharply. “Listen,” he says, his voice low and cold. “I need you to follow some rules while you’re here.” I tear my ga

Kira's POV. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. Fear, anxiety, and dread swirling inside me as Alpha Magnus’s cold gaze pins me in place. I don’t know what’s worse — being caught on Julian’s lap or the fact that Damian is standing there, looking furious after warning me to stay away from his brother. “Julian,” Alpha Magnus says, his voice low and sharp, “what are you doing with the new maid Damian brought back with him?” “You should be asking him that,” Julian replies pointing at Damian with his tone dry and clipped. Embarrassment washes over me, and I scramble off Julian’s lap, nearly knocking myself down in the process. “I-It’s not what it looks like, Alpha Magnus,” I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. But suddenly Damian steps forward before I can explain further. “Nothing serious dad,” he says with a casual shrug. “Kira was just about to clean my room when she walked in at the wrong time. She saw something she shouldn’t have and bolted.” His e

Julian's POV. (A few minutes prior to kira trying to escape) I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the pile of paperwork scattered across the surface. My mind isn’t on reports or pack affairs I'm in charge of— it’s stuck on Kira. The way she looked when she stormed out of Damian’s room said it all. Her face was flushed, her eyes red-rimmed with unshed tears, and her maid's uniform was wrinkled like she'd been clenching her fists just to hold herself together. I don’t know what happened in that room, but whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good — especially for Kira. After all, Damian had been in there with Katie, his long-time girlfriend. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth I scoff under my breath and lean back in my chair, rubbing a hand down my face and remind myself that she’s not my problem. She's Damian’s mate — that alone should be reason enough for me to forget her. But I can’t. I keep seeing her face. That defeated look in her eyes. Something about her l

Julian's POV. "And why did she run out like that?" Father’s voice rumbles through the dining room with his brows knitted in confusion as we all watch Kira run out of the room after Damian's surprise announcement. I glance at Damian, already bracing for his usual slick answer which he doesn’t disappoint. "Probably overwhelmed," Damian says with a casual shrug, his voice far too smooth. "From the praise of the soup she cooked us." What a liar, I'm disgusted to be related to him by blood and this is all thanks to his mother who only taught him to lie and that status is everything and that anyone lower than him is beneath him and can be treated however he wanted. I scoff under my breath, loud enough for them to hear. Father’s sharp gaze swings toward me. "Did your brother say something funny, Julian?" I meet his eyes, feeling that old familiar tension tightening my chest. "Yeah he did… Ask him if Katie is really his mate." Father shoots his a questioning look and Damian’s