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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
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Julian's POV (Meanwhile back at the palace) “Red,” I call, drumming my fingers impatiently against the armrest of my wheelchair. “It’s been hours. What are you doing in there—building a second bathroom?” “Just give me another minute!” she shouts back, voice slightly muffled. “That's what you said two hours ago!” I groan, dragging a hand down my face as I glance down at the situation in my sweatpants. Still there. Unbothered. And damn throbbing. I try to think of anything—Beta George picking his toenails, the old councilwoman with a mustache, even that one warrior who smelled like boiled cabbage. Nothing helps. My body doesn't give a damn about ugly thoughts when it has Kira, walking in sexy lingerie burned into its memory. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath as I help myself into bed. I tip my head back against the pillow and close my eyes. *** When I open them again, light is pouring through the slightly open curtains. The sun’s up. Birds are chirping like annoying li
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Kira’s POV The next morning comes too soon and my body still aches in places I didn’t even know could hurt, but I force myself out of bed and go to work as usual. The bruises from last night throb under my worn out uniform as I walk, but I don’t dare complain because who can even hear me out or believe anything I say… The pack hospital looms ahead, its cold white walls offering no comfort. I swipe my badge at the entrance and make my way inside, hoping I’ll be left alone today. But I have no such luck. "Kira Everhart!" I stop, turning as Nurse Yvonne strides toward me. Her usual look of disinterest is replaced with annoyance. "You’re on cleaning duty in the west wing today," she says, shoving a cart toward me. "Do it properly this time." The west wing? My brows furrow. That area is barely used except for private patients whom I refer to as the important ones. Before I can ask why since most of the times, Gammas where responsible for cleaning that area, Yvonne is alrea
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Kira’s POV The sun is already setting by the time my shift ends. My body aches from scrubbing floors and handling sick pack mates all day, but at least I’m done. I just want to go home, crawl into bed, and forget this miserable day ever happened. But as usual fate always has other plans. I barely make it a few steps from the hospital when my bullies show up. "Well, well," sneers Cassie, the ringleader. "Look who’s finally off work. Still rolling around in filth, Kira?" Her friends snicker beside her and I clench my fists. "I don't want your trouble today." Lena smirks and dangles my mother's bracelet in front of me. My breath catches and I don't think, I just lunge for it, but she jerks it away, laughing. "Not so fast," she coos. "You still owe us, remember?" "I already did what you asked," I snap. "Now give it back!" Tara clicks her tongue. "Tsk, tsk. You’re not very smart, are you? We never said we’d return it after just one favor." My stomach twists. "What do you want now
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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
Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother. Chapter 42.
Kira's POV. The moment we step into the elevator, I slip off my heels with a groan of relief because my feet are killing me. Those shoes were definitely not made for beginners... Thank the goddess I managed to survive the night without falling flat on my face and embarrass myself in the process... We ride up in silence, and when we reach Julian’s room, it’s quiet and dimly lit, casting a soft glow that feels strangely calming after the day I just had. Julian then locks the door behind us, before he speaks up with a small smirk. “So… about that trim you promised me, are you still up for it?” I turn to face him, arms crossed with a teasing grin. “Finally. I was starting to think you weren't going to allow me cut it for you.” He laughs. “What can I say? I like to keep you on your toes.” “Well, mission accomplished. Now, where’s your grooming kit?” I ask and Julian nods toward a dark wooden cabinet in one of the corners of the room. “First drawer.” I walk over, open it,
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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
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Damian's POV. I can still feel the sting of embarrassment in front of everyone at the table… I can't believe father took Kira's side over mine and now Julian smirks like he is being renamed Alpha heir while Kira hasn’t looked my way since I picked up that damn fork after I tried to humiliate. I grip it tight in my hand now, the prongs digging into the meat like it’s the only thing stopping me from snapping. “Such tension,” Father says, swirling his wine like we’re at some royal gala and not a warzone. “But I suppose that’s what young love does to a table.” Julian doesn’t even pretend to hide his grin. “Couldn’t agree more.” He turns to Kira, brushing something off her cheek. “You had a little something on your face,” he murmurs, just loud enough for all of us to hear. “Can’t let perfection go unnoticed.” Kira lets out a soft shy but genuine laugh… I clench my jaw because now she is just enjoying tormenting me even though I forbade her to be with anyone else even though I
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Kira's POV. Julian’s massive walk-in closet looks like it belongs in a royal catalog—probably because it does. Everything inside it gleams. Organized and perfect. The racks on his side are filled with clothes and shoes that probably cost more than I’ve seen in my entire life. Now the cleaning servants are clearing space on the other side for me. I watch silently as one of them hesitates near the shoe rack, eyeing the neatly lined heels like she’s unsure if it’s okay to touch anything. “You can place the shoes over there,” I say softly, pointing to the lower section with the empty shelf. “They’ll fit just fine.” The servant nods too quickly and scurries off like I might bark orders at her next which I won’t... But the way they avoid my eyes now says it all. They’re scared of me not because I’ve changed, but because of who I’m with. I sigh and turn back to the growing pile of new clothes, carefully folding a soft lavender cashmere sweater Julian bought me… Suddenly, the d
