Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Julian's POV She walks away again. No explanation. No answers. Just silence and distance… like I deserve it since the night I accidentally slept out. The bond between us used to feel alive, buzzing under the surface, anchoring me even in the worst of days. Now it feels frayed, weakened by something I can’t name. Or maybe I just don’t want to name it. Because naming it would mean admitting I’m losing her. I watch her disappear into the palace like I’m nothing more than a stranger. My chest tightens, and I swallow the words I want to yell after her. Come back. Look at me. Tell me how to apologize for what I did wrong. But she won’t. So I turn away too, jaw clenched, fists tighter than they should be. I need a damn distraction too. Without thinking, my feet carry me toward the bar just outside the palace to the same one Theo and I visited the other night. The moment should have been a light one, but now it’s stained Kira’s sudden mistrust. The lights are dim, the musi

Julian's POVI haven’t slept since Kira passed out in my arms last night, reeking of alcohol and another man’s scent all over her. My wolf paced inside me the entire way home, half-crazed with rage, and half-shattered by betrayal.I tried to tell myself she just needed space and that she was blowing off steam. But then I remembered the way her body swayed on that dance floor between two strangers like she had no care in the world. I get angry all over again and now, I sit alone in my home office, nursing a barely-touched cup of whiskey. My jaw’s still clenched, my mind spinning in a dozen directions I can’t control. I want to growl, to demand answers, but what right do I even have anymore?A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts.It creaks open and Elder Loras steps in, flanked by two junior advisors. His white robe trails behind him like mist.“Your Highness,” he greets, bowing with the solemnity of a man who’s served three kings before me. “We must finalize the plans for the co

Kira's POV The golden sunlight filtering through the palace windows makes everything look too perfect. My fingers trail across the beaded fabric of the final dress spread across the chaise in front of me. It’s a breathtaking ivory gown laced with silver embroidery, fitted at the waist and flowing like moonlight. The sleeves are sheer, adorned with delicate crystals that catch the light, mimicking stars. This should be the happiest day of my life but I feel... nothing. No fluttering in my chest. No giddy anticipation. Just a hollow pit sitting right under my ribs. I try to smile as one of the maids adjusts my hairpiece, but it feels fake because no matter how perfect everything looks, nothing about today feels right. Especially not with how things are between Julian and me. And now? I’m expected to wear this dress, walk into that ceremony, and pretend we’re something we’re not? “Lady Kira,” one of the seamstresses says softly, “would you like to try the final fit now?

Kira's POV. “I didn’t know,” I whisper, blinking hard. “I didn’t know any of that. She never said a word.” “I believe you,” Julian says quietly. “You wouldn’t have grown close to her if you’d known. But I needed to tell you. Especially after what she said to me.” My blood boils. “What did she say?” “She called you a slut. Mocked the fact that you danced at the club. Tried to turn me against you.” That whore! Rage flares inside me. But it’s tangled in something else. Something more fragile. I shake my head, trying to process the betrayal from someone I trusted. But when my eyes land on Julian again, the fury bubbles right back. “You should’ve told me of all the people you were fated to before me,” I snap and he blinks in surprise. “Kira, I didn’t think she’d—” “That’s the problem!” I cut in. “You never think! You kept her a secret, not knowing I’d befriend her in my ignorance. Do you know how stupid that makes me look now? She’s been laughing behind my back this wh

Julian's POV. Half an hour later, the nurse finally clears Kira for discharge, and the moment I help her into the car, I sense she us relieved after whatever girl talk she had with Naomi. It’s subtle, but I know her well enough by now.... As we head toward Crimson Crown Palace, her gaze lingers outside the window. She's been too quiet especially with her parent's and Naomi in the backseat of my car. “You okay?” I ask. She nods, offering a soft, distant “Just tired.” Fair enough. A lot has happened. Between Helen’s revelation and the baby... she’s earned a little silence. When we reach the palace gates, however, the silence shatters. “Oh, my stars! Is that actual gold on the walls?” a loud female voice gasps. “Vivienne,” Kira mutters under her breath... “And would you look at that chandelier!” the woman continues as the guards open the doors for us. “I could hang all my dresses off that thing and still have space for my jackets.” Kira’s father steps out behind her