Semua Bab Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother.: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Kira's POV. “Yes,” I answer, too quickly and Alpha Ryder raises a brow."You are sure?" “Yes, I think I was just… overwhelmed,” I add. “Too many people, maybe. The noise.” I lie because I don’t want tell him about the memory or whatever that strange vision was. Two men, one in a wheelchair, the other brooding and protective. The image is still etched behind my eyes like a dream refusing to fade. Ryder studies me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he nods once and rises to his feet. “Okay, try to get some rest then,” he says quietly. “We leave for Crimson Crown at first light.” I sit up a little straighter. “But… I haven’t even picked out what to wear.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Zara handled it. She picked something out for you.” My heart skips. “Zara did what?” I can't help but wonder what she chose. Elegant? Revealing? Hopefully not too flashy… *** The next day, I find myself sandwiched in the backseat of a sleek white SUV beside Ryder

Kira's POV. “We should go greet Prince Damian and his mate,” Alpha Ryder says beside me, adjusting the cuff of his black jacket. “They’re likely to be announced as the new Alpha King and Queen tonight.” I nod, trying to steady my breathing. The summit is unlike anything I’ve ever seen—or at least, anything I remember. The grand hall is enormous, with arched ceilings and glittering chandeliers that throw golden light across polished floors. Dozens of Alphas, Lunas, Betas, and Gammas from all over are already here, mingling and exchanging greetings. And me? I feel like an outsider dressed in silk. “I’ll introduce you,” Ryder adds as we start walking, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back to guide me. “Just smile and be polite. We don’t need to stir drama.” Drama? I look up at him but decide not to ask what he means. Every step I take toward the pair standing near the dais makes my nerves thrum louder in my ears. Prince Damian stands tall in a navy suit, broad-s

Kira’s POV My heart won’t slow down, no matter how fast I walk from that Julian guy. His voice still echoes in my ears. ‘You’re my mate’ like a broken record. And that kiss—gentle, desperate—still burns on my lips. 'Why was he calling you Kira when your name is Sophia?' my wolf asks and I stumble through the palace halls, barely noticing the curious stares from high ranking guests. The grand chandeliers sparkle above me, but everything feels dim. My head throbs—again. Just like earlier, when I looked into Damian’s eyes. And the men in the bathroom… what were they trying to do? I touch my wrist instinctively, recalling the sharp sting. Whatever it was, they didn’t finish when Julian stopped them. But who is Julian? And why does his voice make my chest ache? I round a corner too quickly and slam into a hard chest. “Oh!” I gasp, stumbling back. A firm hand steadies me. “Easy there.” I look up, meeting blue eyes beneath neatly styled dark hair. He smiles at me—c

Julian's POV. A few minutes later, I pull the car to a stop outside the palace entrance, my heart is pounding harder than it has in days. Kira rests quietly beside me, her hand in my free hand, and Katie sits in the back seat like a prisoner awaiting trial. “Katie, get down,” I say coldly. “Julian, please… can’t we just talk about this—the three of us?” she stammers, desperation flickering in her voice. I scoff. “It's Prince Julian to you and I don’t have time to talk. Now, get down, or I’ll drag you in there myself.” She flinches at the edge in my tone, then slowly opens her door, stepping out like a prisoner headed for execution. The moment I step out and round the car to open Kira’s door, I spot Alpha Ryder approaching, eyes locked on her like a wolf circling prey. His steps are fast, his brows low, and I can already feel my rage sharpening behind my teeth. “Sophia,” he says, voice firm but confused, “what are you doing back here with him?” I move between them ins

kira's POV. “I forgave them because holding on to anger would only weigh me down as queen Luna,” I say softly. “Letting go was for me—not for them.” Julian’s gaze lingers on mine, filled with warmth. “You’re going to be an incredible Luna. No wonder I missed you so much while you were missing.” He pulls me closer, voice low and tender. “Just one more minute… Let me hold you a little longer.” I smile too, but my thoughts are racing. I think of my mother and her gentle voice, the way she always said I was meant for more. Maybe she knew this day would come. "Babe, I have to go now," I slither out of his hold and he groans. "Please be careful around her. Father might have forgiven her because we had no solid proof of their evil deeds but don't let your guard down," he warns and I nod with a smile. As I reach for my robe, one thought won’t leave me. Who was my mother, really? And what is Luna Cassandra so afraid I’d discover if she was talking about my mom? *** A fe