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• Scar : the rejected Luna   183. Come home

  Paul's POV The bell above the café door chimed softly as I stepped in, my hood low and scarf covering most of my face. I scanned the quiet space: dim lighting, a few tables, mostly empty save for a couple of early readers lost in their newspapers. Just as I turned toward the corner booth near the bookshelf, I saw him.Jayson.He was seated stiffly, shoulders tense, gaze flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. He hadn’t changed much… except the weight he carried now was visible even in the slope of his posture.Our eyes met.For a second, he didn’t move.Then, like a dam breaking, he rushed forward. “Alpha—” He whispered harshly and pulled me into a hug before I could protest.His arms were tight, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Alpha, I couldn’t control my emotions. I’m just… I’m so happy to see you standing in front of me.”I clapped him on the back, warmth tugging at my throat. “It’s alright, Jayson,” I said quietly. “It’s good to see you too.”We walked to the booth an

• Scar : the rejected Luna   182. Looking back

  Jonas' POV:The remnants of the cold wind and rain droplets were still clinging to my skin, damp from the forest and hours of running. My boots were caked in mud, and pine needles, sweat, and regret were clinging to my skin as I stepped into the hotel room. Outside, the first light of dawn was painting the sky in hues of grey-blue.She was right where I had left her.Katrine was curled up at the edge of the bed, wearing just one of my old t-shirts that she had probably brought from the camp. Her legs were folded beneath her on the cold floor, her arm stretched out across the mattress, and her head was resting on that same outstretched arm, as if she had fallen asleep while waiting for someone, or something. Her breaths came slow and steady, but even in sleep, she didn’t look peaceful.Not even close.The bond between us throbbed faintly in my chest. I didn’t want to feel it, but it was there. That mark on her neck that I had carved myself, as if I was craving out a price of my ow

• Scar : the rejected Luna   181. New Dawn

  Paul's POV:Lexie was finally asleep.The soft rise and fall of her breath was the only sound in the room, her face buried slightly into the pillow, one arm sprawled across my chest. Her hair was still a little damp from the shower, curling gently around her cheek.I couldn’t help it the way my eyes drifted back to her, as if pulled by a magnet. And she was simply breathtaking. Her lashes fluttered faintly, casting soft shadows over cheeks still flushed from our earlier kiss. The curve of her lips, slightly parted as she breathed, made something inside me ache.There was a softness to her, without the grief of losing her mate pressing down on her shoulders. Just Lexie… my Lexie… looking like a dream I never deserved but had somehow been given again.Her hand, small and warm, still rested on my chest like it belonged there. I had spent weeks remembering this face in fragments, through dreams, nightmares, flashes of memory that tore me open and stitched me back together. But none of

• Scar : the rejected Luna   180. Punishment*

  #Trigger warning: Mentioned of thoughts about suicide and hurting oneself.#Katrine's POV:I woke up sometime after midnight, not even realising when I had passed out in tears, on the same bed where Jonas had left me. 1:36 AM. My phone screen came alive with some notifications, flashing the time. I slowly sat up, my whole body protesting with aches and burns. I felt the mark on my neck with my fingers, hissing at how sensitive it was. The bleeding had stopped and the wound had mostly healed, all that was left was a slightly raised mark on my neck that throbbed like a brand. It should have felt like a connection… like the completion of our bond, but all I felt was emptiness.The sob escaped my throat before I could stop it, and with that thought, tears started to spill from my eyes again, causing a burning sensation on the skin which was already raw and scraped from crying all day.I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving as I folded in on myself, but there was no relief to be fo

• Scar : the rejected Luna   179. Forgiven?*

  Katrine's POV:Within a second, his grip on me became harsh.Without warning, his hands ripped me off of him. I gasped with surprise, moments before he threw me away from himself and onto the bed like I was nothing more than a ragdoll.“J…Jonas?” I whispered, dazed, blinking at him through the blur of tears and fading pleasure.I was still naked, legs spread on the bed as his cum dripped out of me. Blood was trickling down my neck where his mark was still fresh, the wound raw and searing with the energy of the bond between us. My body was flushed, shivering, craving to be near him again. But my mate stood in front of me, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he zipped up his pants with a sharp, jerky motion.But something was wrong… his eyes weren't soft as he looked at me, there was no trace of the relief and love that I used to find whenever we were intimate before. No… this time, his eyes were ice.And then, he spoke the words that shattered me from inside out. “W

• Scar : the rejected Luna   178. Desired*

  Katrine's POVThe moment I spoke the words that I wanted to be marked by him, more than anything, something snapped inside Jonas. His eyes darkened, and before I could take another breath, he moved towards me. His rough, calloused hands grabbed my arms without any hesitation, pulling me into him. His mouth crashed against mine… moving with a ruthless hunger that had been simmering for far too long. I gasped, but he didn’t slow down. He kissed me like he was starving… like I was the only thing that could make him feel whole again. I gasped, and his tongue slid my mouth, fierce and claiming… I whimpered against him, my body already igniting in sparks with the anticipation of what he was going to do to me next. The sharp drag of his teeth against my lips almost stole my breath. His hands yanked my shirt… ripping the fabric apart, baring my skin just before his palm cupped my breast, squeezing hard. His fingers pinched my nipple, tugging at it until I cried out, pleasure and pain