All Chapters of Mate Rebound : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Julian's POV: I had chosen a rooftop restaurant, one that overlooked the entire city, it was a romantic and beautiful sight but she had all my attention. “You look really beautiful tonight,” I said as I pulled the chair for her to sit. “Thank you.” came her response as the waiter came over, taking our orders. While eating, I tried my best to converse more with her. She was polite, engaging, and charming. And yet… Something felt off. Slowly, she leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at me as she bit her lower lips, making me feel giddy. “Why did you ask me out on a date right after you argued with Damien?” she asked I raised a brow, as I took a sip of my wine. “What do you mean?” “What’s going on between you both?” she demanded, looking as cute as an angry kitten. “Are you trying to use me as some kind of tool or pawn in your game to get back at him? Because if you are I do not...” A smirk curled at my lips. “Blunt and sharp like a blade. I like that.” “Answer the question,

Elara's POV: I couldn't sleep all night as Caspian’s warning about Julian continued to echo in my head. I tried to push his words aside, but everything felt off. Caspian wasn’t the type to meddle in other people's matters, so what was he hiding? I shook my head as I stepped into the bathroom, I had more important things to worry about. My parents. Their lives were in danger and one thing I couldn't afford right now was distractions. And by distractions I mean Damian and Julian. By the time I had managed to arrive for werewolf history class, the lecture hall was filled with noise. I noticed Julian was sitting comfortably at the front, calm yet Charming. He seemed more relaxed than how he had looked last night when he dropped me off at the hostel. While Damien stood at the front of the room, his intimidating aura filled the air. He looked every bit the Alpha–strong, cold, distant. The moment his eyes met with mine I felt a strange pull and I'm sure he felt it too. I stared at

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

~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

~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