บททั้งหมดของ Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Kira's POV. The dining room feels lighter now that Damian and Katie are gone but Julian doesn’t stop tormenting his step mom because she also knows who is really fated to her son... Julian's hand grazes mine again, slower and intentional this time, before he leans in, brushing a stray hair away from my face. “You okay?” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate only for me to hear. I nod, but in all honesty this was the most intimidating dinner I have ever been invited to. “Its been a long day and you’re allowed to be tired if you are,” he adds, just for my ears and I feel Luna Cassandra’s stare slice across the table like a blade. Her wine glass is still poised, but her lips are pressed tight. Julian sees it too and he leans back, unbothered, wearing that wicked smirk that only deepens her scowl. “Some people wear masks so long, they forget what their real face looks like,” he says under his breath. “But not you. I see you.” I blink, surprised by the brutal honesty in

Julian's POV My plan is working—Damian is here, just like I knew he would be, demanding to see Kira.... I hope he is here to reject her after the show we put out today... I tilt my head, rage simmering just beneath the surface, though a wicked satisfaction curls in my chest. "If I were you, I’d reject her already so we can both move on. Honestly, your jealousy is getting pathetic." Damian’s jaw tightens, lips pressed into a thin line. "How am I the one being pathetic and jealous when all I'm trying to do is stop you from screwing my mate? Big brother, just drop the act. I see through all the fake affection you and Kira are putting on." I let out a cold and sharp laugh. "Then reject her already!" I snap, moving closer. "Because from where I sit, you don’t even deserve to look at her." I say and that’s when I hear it… Soft, bare footsteps against the wood floor behind me. “Oh, I will _” and Damian's whole face shifts as he suddenly become mute. His breath stuttering. I fro

Damian's POV. “A strip club, Damian? Are you out of your mind?” My mother’s voice is sharp as a whip the second I slide into her car. I slam the door shut and glare straight ahead. “It wasn’t what it looked like.” “Oh, let me guess, you accidentally found yourself here and ended up being frozen by a stripper witch in the VIP section?” she snaps, whipping her seatbelt on. “How very noble of our soon-to-be crowned Alpha.” Behind us, one of the palace guards quietly starts my car to follow. I can barely meet mother's eyes. Not because I feel ashamed—though maybe I should—but because my blood is boiling too hot to think straight. “She spelled me!” I shout. “and then robbed me, so I couldn't pay!” My mother throws me a sideways glare as the driver pulls us out of the shady club district and back toward the palace. “And what the hell were you doing there in the first place? Your mating ceremony is in four days. Four days, Damian. You’re going to be Alpha. You can’t afford a sc

Damian's POV. I hate mornings now, and this is because the sun shines too brightly, the birds sing too loudly and the world feels too calm for the chaos gnawing inside my chest. I step onto the balcony, hoping the fresh air might clear my head, but what I see makes it worse. Julian and Kiara, seated at a small round table in the garden, kissing each for the second time in my presence like they fated to each other. The unclaimed bond inside me snaps again, like a fraying wire finally giving way. My wolf claws at me from within, howling in agony. I grip the railing until I flatten it. Why does everything seem to be falling apart in my life? I storm back into my room, slamming the balcony doors behind me. The air feels too thick, my chest too tight. I pace, trying to control the storm building inside. Maybe I should have rejected Kira the first time I found out we were mates in that forest because now I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that I warned her to stay away from

Julian's POV I can still feel the warmth of Kira’s lips on mine, even though I know I shouldn’t be thinking about her right now—not while I’m doing this. But the way she stood up to Damian today, full of confidence and fire, made me feel something I wasn’t prepared for—proud. Like a real boyfriend would. Because somewhere along the line last night after she kissed me, I started forgetting this was supposed to be temporary… My car slows to a stop near the border of Crimson Crown, the tires crunching over gravel outside a shady, rundown motel with flickering neon and zero charm. My wolf growls low in the back of my head, uneasy. Honestly, I don’t blame him. “This is the place?” I ask the guard beside me. “Yes, Alpha. She said room six upstairs.” Stairs. Of course. I glance out the window, at the rusted metal staircase clinging to the side of the building like it could give out at any second. Just my luck. I sigh and pop the door open before my guard helps me on my chair. The