~Elara's Pov~ It pained me to see him hurt, the way he dodged the attack and tried to protect me at the least of his safety…..every move, every attack lodged at him was like a saw painfully striking through my heart. If he had given me the least hope that he was still there, the Damina I had fallen in love with, Damina that showed me the way when I thought there wasn't the way. If he had received my hand the same way he did when my parent left me…maybe I wouldn't have restrained from receiving his hands as well. I hated that it broke me this much after rejecting him to the door extent of acting weak in Julian’s presence. I wished he wouldn't dare to raise the topic I would love not to cross paths with him. “Elara!!.....are you okay? I have been asking you the same questions since the moment we entered…..” Sabrina’s tense voice brought me out of my daze. I have been drifting to my thoughts since we got in that I couldn't give him the reaction she wanted. “Sorry…..! I think I need
~Damian’s Pov~ “What game are you playing, Damian? How would you lose control over there? When I asked you to try winning him over, I don't mean by you choking her to death…..You know right?” “Will you stop yelling, you are intruding on my thoughts?” I threw my head back as frustration slipped through, weakening my demeanour. “Like…. seriously? Do you ever think what might have gone wrong if I didn't force my way in there? Do you want to ruin this chance” “And yeah…..you are still yet to elaborate that plot you pulled yesterday night because right now I can't even see any difference between you and Julian!’ I had Caspian pull a nerve out of Julian. I wanted to see his reaction, and it worked. He thought he got the facts about Caspian; he thought Caspian was head over heels for Elera and just like I predicted, he took the bait, and I knew he would find it as an opportunity. He left this morning with the law excuse of being indisposed when I was well aware to deliver the
~Elara’s POV ~ I couldn’t shake the guilt that had planted itself in my chest since the night with the rogue. Damien had leapt in front of me, his wolf ripping into the beast without a moment’s hesitation, and all I’d done was follow Julian out. I’d convinced myself it was the right move—keeping Damien at a distance, not letting him believe I still cared. But I couldn’t shake the image of his bloody matted fur, his gray eyes staring into mine as he struggled to save me. It dined on me, a silent pang that I couldn’t repress no matter what I did. I’d spent that evening holed up in my room, pacing the frayed wooden floor, trying to understand what it all meant. The hostel was typically filled with chatter and laughter, but tonight, it was too quiet — too still. Then, a muffled shout pierced the silence, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed up the stairwell. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong. I found a sweater dashed out of my room, my bare feet padding the cold floor, and
~Damian’s POV~ I knew the world around me was falling to pieces that night, broken shards scattering at my feet, and I could do nothing to prevent it. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, an emotion I hadn’t felt in years—ever since the moment in my last life when I’d put the barrel of a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger, choking on the regret of what I had done to Elara. But now, in this second life, everything spiralled out of control: one disaster barreled into the next. First, I’d found Sabrina bleeding in the woods and carried her back, then run into Elara and met that cold, accusing look in her eyes. And then, just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, it got worse. I’d been tending to Sabrina in her dorm room, my head still spinning from Elara’s clipped command outside—“Take her in.” The way she’d said it, like I meant nothing to her, hurt more than I was willing to admit to myself. I’d tried to explain, to make her understand I was not choosing Sabrina over
~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
~Damien's POV-I hadn’t felt this miserable in weeks.Not since Elara caught me with Sabrina and everything went to hell. The rumours on the campus message board I saw about me dating Sabrina had only made matters worse, and I hadn’t slept well, tormented that Elara had read them.All I wanted was to visit her, to speak with her, to discover some way to bridge the gap between us. But she’d also been avoiding me like I was some kind of plague, always rushing off to this or that class or meeting, leaving me with nothing but passing glimpses of her in the halls.So when I entered the lecture hall that morning to teach, my heart skipped at the sight of her seated near the back, her head bent over a notebook.As I stood at the podium, I could see her, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder, her brow knotting as she concentrated. She was gorgeous, even with that closed-off look she had on now, the look she’d not had in our past life when she’d looked at me like I was everything to her. I
Elara's POV:The sharp pain in my chest came out of nowhere, wrenching a gasp from my lips as I stepped out of my bed. The world seemed to tilt, and my trembling hands reached for my phone on the nightstand. My mate, the man I’d given my heart to, was the only person I could think of in that moment of pain. My fingers shook as I pressed his number."Please, Damien… Please pick up," I whispered hoarsely. My voice barely rose above a breath. The line kept ringing. But he didn't answer.Tears blurred my vision as I dropped the phone on the bed. I pressed my hand against my chest, begging the pain to subside, but it only grew worse. I needed help. Summoning what little strength I had, I dragged myself to the door."Is anyone there?" I called out weakly. Silence greeted me. The Packhouse was unusually quiet, as if the world itself had turned its back on me.I gritted my teeth and stumbled into the hallway, clutching the wall for support. Every step felt like a battle, the pain radiating f
Elara's POV:The door swung open with force, the wood slamming against the wall as Damien stormed into the room. His icy glare bore into me. “What audacity do you have to barge into my study like that?” He growled.I stood there, trembling but. My heart felt as though it might shatter, but I couldn’t let him see my fear. Not now. “What has gotten into you, Damien?” I demanded, my voice shaking. “You were never like this. How could you ignore me for days? How could you… how could you cheat on me?”His lips twisted into a bitter smile, his eyes filled with disdain. “Me? Cheat on you? You’re so selfish, Elara.” His words dripped venom, and it took all my strength not to flinch. “I gave you everything—a family, a pack, power. But you couldn’t even let me have my own happiness.”I blinked, stunned by his words. The man I loved, my mate, was unrecognizable. “So she makes you happy, but I don’t?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“Yes, she does.”My legs wobbled, and I clutched the edge
~Damien's POV-I hadn’t felt this miserable in weeks.Not since Elara caught me with Sabrina and everything went to hell. The rumours on the campus message board I saw about me dating Sabrina had only made matters worse, and I hadn’t slept well, tormented that Elara had read them.All I wanted was to visit her, to speak with her, to discover some way to bridge the gap between us. But she’d also been avoiding me like I was some kind of plague, always rushing off to this or that class or meeting, leaving me with nothing but passing glimpses of her in the halls.So when I entered the lecture hall that morning to teach, my heart skipped at the sight of her seated near the back, her head bent over a notebook.As I stood at the podium, I could see her, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder, her brow knotting as she concentrated. She was gorgeous, even with that closed-off look she had on now, the look she’d not had in our past life when she’d looked at me like I was everything to her. I
~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
~Damian’s POV~ I knew the world around me was falling to pieces that night, broken shards scattering at my feet, and I could do nothing to prevent it. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, an emotion I hadn’t felt in years—ever since the moment in my last life when I’d put the barrel of a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger, choking on the regret of what I had done to Elara. But now, in this second life, everything spiralled out of control: one disaster barreled into the next. First, I’d found Sabrina bleeding in the woods and carried her back, then run into Elara and met that cold, accusing look in her eyes. And then, just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, it got worse. I’d been tending to Sabrina in her dorm room, my head still spinning from Elara’s clipped command outside—“Take her in.” The way she’d said it, like I meant nothing to her, hurt more than I was willing to admit to myself. I’d tried to explain, to make her understand I was not choosing Sabrina over
~Elara’s POV ~ I couldn’t shake the guilt that had planted itself in my chest since the night with the rogue. Damien had leapt in front of me, his wolf ripping into the beast without a moment’s hesitation, and all I’d done was follow Julian out. I’d convinced myself it was the right move—keeping Damien at a distance, not letting him believe I still cared. But I couldn’t shake the image of his bloody matted fur, his gray eyes staring into mine as he struggled to save me. It dined on me, a silent pang that I couldn’t repress no matter what I did. I’d spent that evening holed up in my room, pacing the frayed wooden floor, trying to understand what it all meant. The hostel was typically filled with chatter and laughter, but tonight, it was too quiet — too still. Then, a muffled shout pierced the silence, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed up the stairwell. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong. I found a sweater dashed out of my room, my bare feet padding the cold floor, and
~Damian’s Pov~ “What game are you playing, Damian? How would you lose control over there? When I asked you to try winning him over, I don't mean by you choking her to death…..You know right?” “Will you stop yelling, you are intruding on my thoughts?” I threw my head back as frustration slipped through, weakening my demeanour. “Like…. seriously? Do you ever think what might have gone wrong if I didn't force my way in there? Do you want to ruin this chance” “And yeah…..you are still yet to elaborate that plot you pulled yesterday night because right now I can't even see any difference between you and Julian!’ I had Caspian pull a nerve out of Julian. I wanted to see his reaction, and it worked. He thought he got the facts about Caspian; he thought Caspian was head over heels for Elera and just like I predicted, he took the bait, and I knew he would find it as an opportunity. He left this morning with the law excuse of being indisposed when I was well aware to deliver the
~Elara's Pov~ It pained me to see him hurt, the way he dodged the attack and tried to protect me at the least of his safety…..every move, every attack lodged at him was like a saw painfully striking through my heart. If he had given me the least hope that he was still there, the Damina I had fallen in love with, Damina that showed me the way when I thought there wasn't the way. If he had received my hand the same way he did when my parent left me…maybe I wouldn't have restrained from receiving his hands as well. I hated that it broke me this much after rejecting him to the door extent of acting weak in Julian’s presence. I wished he wouldn't dare to raise the topic I would love not to cross paths with him. “Elara!!.....are you okay? I have been asking you the same questions since the moment we entered…..” Sabrina’s tense voice brought me out of my daze. I have been drifting to my thoughts since we got in that I couldn't give him the reaction she wanted. “Sorry…..! I think I need
~ Julian’s POV ~ My heart hammered against my rib cage at the sight before me, the rogue almost sinking his fangs into Elara's wolf. I jumped right in front of her, unnoticed by the rogue; my claws dug into its stomach. The rogue let out a deafening cry, his golden fleck of eyes travelling down to Elara behind me as he sprinted, the blood trailing out of him. “Don't chase”, Elara's tiny voice whispered; my gaze darted towards her tear-stricken face. She must have had a shock. I hadn't realized I was growling, my wolf was just on the surface to shift and chase. The wage of war between me and the rogue ended so faster than I planned and that was because he had grown weak after taking it all on Damian. It took me every ounce of my self-consciousness to not touch her and carry her to the clinic. Her shoulder is dripping with blood, but her wolf is doing a great job healing her. I looked at the cranny of my eyes as she took a slow step toward Damian, who was sitting on the floor, his
Elara's POV ~ "I don't need your protection and good night", I rolled my eyes, walking away but then he grabbed my wrist making me halt. "Stay behind me", Damien's hushed voice filled my ears, ushering me to stay behind me. I hesitated glancing around, the cold night was eerie and my eyes darted to red eyes lurking in the dark. My nose catches on to a whiff of scent. "ROGUES!", My heart pounded in my chest. It lunged toward me but Damien shielded me with his huge frame blocking me from the attack. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs as the wolf's claws sliced at the T-shirt Damien had on. Before I could catch up on what was happening, Damien's enormous wolf blocked my view. The two wolves lunged at each other at a fast speed, my knees going numb, my mind not processing what was going on anymore, I wanted to shout for help but my throat felt dry, I was opening my mouth but no words came out. The air was filled with clashing and tearing of flesh, the rogue was too fast
Damian’s POV: I tried so hard to ignore them But I couldn't stop myself, not when I had seen them so close to one another "Urgh, Elara" I grunted in frustration as I headed towards my dorm. By the time the sun had set I was too exhausted to move a finger, I was too angry to think about anything else that wasn't Elara... I lazily dragged myself through the morning classes, forcing myself to act like everything was fine like I hadn't seen the woman I loved with someone else, and not just anyone. Julian "Wow," Caspian said as I approached him. "What happened to you? You look like you were hit by a truck." "I guess it would have been better if I was" I muttered, slumping into the chair across from him. Caspian sighed "Really? The great Damian woke up feeling like a piece of Shi.." "Yes, I guess" I Sternly said and her sweet smell flooded my senses. Elara was nearby Caspian leaned forward, his voice low enough for me to hear him. "She's by the door, and let me guess You saw Juli