All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Julian's POV. I roll my wheelchair down the hallway, my mind racing with thoughts I can’t seem to silence. ‘Buddy, why are you getting so invested in this?’ my wolf growls inside me. ‘She's Damian's unclaimed mate — his problem, not yours.’ I exhale through my nose, gripping the wheels tighter…Why am I doing this? Memories stir at the back of my mind, ones I’ve tried to forget for years — but they crash over me like a wave. I remember being eleven years old, standing in the pack’s training yard with Damian and a few of his older friends. My arms were scraped from our sparring match, and my chest heaved from exhaustion. “Come on, Julian,” Damian taunted, circling me like a vulture. “You’re supposed to be the Alpha’s heir, right?” His grin stretched too wide and I should’ve seen what was coming next. He lunged at me with his friends, sweeping my legs out from under me. I hit the dirt hard, and air rushes out from my lungs. “You’re so pathetic,” Damian sneered, towering o

Julian's POV.“How dare you undermine my orders?” Alpha Magnus' voice booms across the courtyard, his furious gaze locked on me.I tighten my grip on my wheelchair's armrest, my fingers digging into the leather. “I wasn’t undermining you,” I reply evenly. “I was preventing an unjust punishment.”His face hardens. “Unjust?” He scoffs. “My wife said that omega stole from her. Are you calling your mother a liar?”I want to shout she is not my mother and yes, she is a liar, but I bite my tongue. “I’m saying there's no proof. She’s been here for less than a day. You can’t punish her without evidence.”Alpha Magnus' gaze narrows dangerously. “You forget yourself, boy. I’m the Alpha. My word is law. Or have you grown so bold behind that chair of yours that you think you can challenge me?”I swallow hard, ignoring the jab at my injury. “I respect your authority, Father, but if you punish her without proof, what message does that send to the pack? That accusations alone are enough for a public

Julian's POV I roll up the mansion’s driveway, exhausted from my daily physiotherapy session at the pack hospital, only to find the palace grounds buzzing with energy. High-ranking pack members, socialites, and reporters crowd the poolside, cameras flashing, laughter spilling into the night air—all for Damian’s engagement party. I have no interest in this charade. So I shift my wheelchair toward the other entrance, determined to avoid the spectacle entirely. But then, a sharp scream cuts through the laughter and the clinking of glasses. “Help, I can’t swim!” That's Kira's voice! My head snaps toward the pool just in time to see a blur of arms flailing in the pool before she vanishes beneath the surface... The crowd erupts into laughter and chatter like they don't see what is happening. What the fuck is wrong with these people!? Rage spikes through my veins as my gaze zeroes in on Katie, standing at the edge with a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. My gut immediately

Kira’s POV Standing in the hallway, Damian and Katie, stand hand in hand, acting like the perfect couple they pretend to be when suddenly Damian’s gaze immediately drops to Julian’s oversized shirt hanging off my frame. His jaw tightens. “What the hell are you doing coming out of Julian’s room dressed like that?” I grip my uniform tightly, my anger rising. “I—” But Katie cuts me off with a smug smile, folding her arms. “Why do you care, baby?” she asks sweetly. “What this servant does in Julian’s room isn’t your concern, is it?” I scoff, irritated by how she pretends to be sweet, but I know she’s a snake in the green grass for trying to kill me over her fake fated mate. I turn to Damian, waiting for him to respond. For the first time, though, Katie might actually be right. Why does it matter to Damian? Why does his stare burn when he looks at me in another man’s clothes? His mouth opens, then snaps shut again. His fists clench at his sides, and he looks away like he’s

Kira's POV. I freeze at the sight of the entrance of the boutique, my breath catching the moment I see Damian and Katie, arms entwined, laughing like the world was made for just the two of them. What are they doing here at the same time as us? My throat tightens and for a second, I forget how to move, how to breathe, and how to even exist. “Julian…” I whisper, gripping the car door handle. “Why are they here?” He doesn’t even flinch. “Didn’t know they’d be.” His tone is too calm, and casual for the war breaking loose in my chest. “Maybe fate’s feeling dramatic today.”Did he seriously say that fate is feeling dramatic?! I turn to him, voice almost breaking. “Let’s not go in. Please. We can go somewhere else but here because I’m not in the mood for a scene.” His gaze shifts to me, slow and sure. “No, we won't.” “But—” “Kira,” he says firmly, “you’re not some servant I’m sneaking around with. You’re my girlfriend now, remember? We go wherever we want without fear of anyon