Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Mate. Claimed By His Disabled Brother.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Kira's POV Cold is the first thing I feel. Not the soft kind that bites gently but the cruel, bone-deep chill that scrapes along every inch of my skin. “Ah, my head,” I groan while my eyes flutter open. The first thing I see are blurry shapes, a grey sky and rustling trees… I’m lying on something hard. Pebbles dig into my back as water laps at my legs… Maybe this is death again. ‘No,’ a whisper stirs deep inside me. ‘You’re not dead.’ My wolf sounds weak, like even speaking drains her. ‘How do you know?’ I ask her. ‘Because if we were dead, we wouldn’t feel this pain.’ And she’s right. Pain pulses through me, sharp and raw, crawling over every inch of my body. I groan softly again and try to sit up, but everything aches. My muscles protest, my skin screams. I feel like I’ve been chewed up and spit out by the earth itself. ‘What happened to us?’ I ask clueless. ‘I think we were running from something and then… I can't remember.’ she replies blankly and a shiver r

Julian's POV. (Meanwhile in Crimson crown) “It's been two and a half hours, and we’re still circling the same point!” Elder Rolf slams his palm on the table, making the ink pot jump. “The boy can walk again and is mated…What more do you need?” “Walking is not everything,” snaps Elder Marren, her sharp eyes flicking to me. “Let us not forget Julian spent some years as a cripple. His wolf didn’t even surface until Eighteen?”“Yet here he sits,” Elder Garron says, leaning forward, his voice edged with steel. “He’s survived assassination attempts, wars, rogue attacks. His wolf? One of the strongest I’ve seen in decades. And Damian? He’s spent his days smiling for portraits and chasing noble daughters, until he went gallivanting across the packs for a mate who, it turns out, was here all along.”Beside me, Damian shifts in his chair, but his face remains composed, calm and unreadable, just as it has been since I turned down the throne for Kira’s safety. He’s letting the Elders speak

Kira's POV. The couch cushions are worn but warm beneath me. I tug the borrowed blanket tighter around my shoulders, watching Noah move about the small cabin’s kitchen, humming under his breath as he stirs something in a pot. The smell of herbs and meat fills the air, but my stomach twists instead of growling. I don’t feel safe. Something inside me keeps whispering that I should leave when suddenly a heavy knock echoes through the cabin. Noah tenses and my heart stutters. Could that be Elara again? BANG, BANG… Another knock—louder this time. “Noah!” a man's voice calls, deep and commanding. “Open the door before I break it down.” Noah stiffens, the spoon slipping from his hand and clattering against the stove. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath. Then he turns to me with urgency burning in his eyes. “That’s Alpha Ryder.” The name sends a chill down my spine. “Alpha…?” “Yes, and he won’t like seeing you here especially not without clearance.” He hastily strides over

Kira's POV. Alpha Ryder looks at me for a long moment after the question I asked him. “I have a feeling that you will repay my kindness in the future.” He doesn’t explain what that means nor does he wait for a response. Instead, he turns and steps toward the doorway. “Get some rest. There’s a pack meeting in the morning You’ll need to be there. It’s time my people knew who you are.” “But I don’t know who I am,” I say softly. His gaze lingers on me, unreadable once more. “You will.” And then he leaves, shutting the door behind him with a soft click... I sit there, staring at the space where he once stood, his words echoing in my mind. Repay his kindness? What could I possibly offer someone like him? I have nothing. No power. No rank. Not even a sense of who I really am. And yet, for some reason, he believes I will. *** By the time supper rolls around, a knock sounds at my door. A young omega, eyes downcast, tells me I’ve been called to the main dining hall. My stomac

kira's POV. Oh goddess, please don’t let them cast me out just yet without knowing where I am coming from. I whisper a silent prayer in my mind, as my heart pounds wildly. Alpha Ryder doesn’t say anything. He only stares at the elder with a quiet, piercing intensity that makes the air feel thick and suffocating. I begin to wonder why he isn’t saying anything for a few seconds until, finally, his voice cuts through the tension like a blade. “Very well,” He speaks up, his tone sharp, and decisive. “If no one comes forward to claim her in ten days, I will initiate her with or without the council’s blessing.” The hall erupts in shocked gasps and murmurs. The elder’s expression hardens. “You would defy us?” “I would do what I believe is right for this pack,” Ryder replies coolly. “Ten days. That’s final.” With that, he sits back down, calm and composed, as if he hasn’t just lit a fire in the middle of the room. I, however, feel like I’m burning. I don’t know whether t