Scar; The Ugly Bride of The Alpha King

“ They say the souls rejected by the world are loved by the God. And he? He was her God.” ……. Her - The Prey The Stolen Apple I gripped my shawl tightly, letting it drape over half my face as I navigated the bustling fruit market. The crowd pushed and jostled me from all sides—a blessing in disguise. With a quick glance at the distracted shopkeeper, my hand darted under the shawl, and an apple disappeared into its folds. Stealing wasn’t righteous—I knew that. But when survival is the only game, morals become a luxury. I bit my lip nervously, stealing another glance at the shopkeeper. Still chatting with a customer. Thank the moon goddess. Saved. A pear caught my eye next. It had been ages since I’d tasted something sweet. My stomach growled at the memory. I slid it into my makeshift pouch, followed by a few tomatoes. Before long, my hands were full. A victorious smile tugged at my lips. For the next few days, at least, hunger wouldn’t claw at my insides. I was hap

Chapter 3Eve’s POVI stand before the glass walls, craning my neck to take in the name above the shop.Silver Hounds.The most infamous club in town.It’s daylight now, so the place seems almost deserted, but at night? There’s no room to breathe, let alone step inside. Men line up in the hundreds for a chance to get in.It’s a money-making empire.Someone told me they pay the women hefty here, so here I am.Rubbing my clammy palms on my worn-out pants, I push the door open, a bell ringing in my wake.The inside reeks of extravagance: a long bar stretches across one side, and plush red couches are scattered strategically. My gaze catches on a woman wearing nothing but a lacy red bra and matching lingerie, fishnets encasing her legs.I stagger toward her, nerves tightening like a vice.“Excuse me, ma’am—”She turns, her eyes narrowing, and I’m hit by the sight of her makeup-caked face—pierced nose, winged eyeliner, and lips painted a vivid, threatening red.“What, beggar?” she snaps. “

The street buzzed with life and I hummed a tone, feeling lighter after seeing the smiles and laughter of everyone back at the shelter. Through I knew my happiness was borrowed at best but we should enjoy the little we get, right? “Scar,” Lilly’s voice cut through my thoughts.“You can fool them,” she said, her voice low, almost conspiratorial. “Not me. Where did you get all those coins, Scar?”Busted.We had been together since we were 7 at the orphanage. Of course she would know. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Lilly. I swear,” I said quickly, holding my hands up in defense.“Did you steal again, Scar?” Her voice was steady, but her suspicion was a blade, her eyes narrowed at me.I sighed, stepping closer to her and sliding an arm around her neck, gently tugging her toward the side of the street, away from prying eyes. “Stop overthinking,” I said with a small grin. “How about I treat you to drinks and some yummy food? My treat.”Her expression softened slightly, though her skeptici

"You’re bleeding. Eve, sit down. Come—"Beta John’s voice was calm, but I didn’t have the patience to hear it. My hands shot up, grabbing his arm, gripping him like he was my last lifeline."Sir, please," I rasped, my voice trembling. "They took her. I don’t know what to do—"“Eve," he interrupted, his brow creased with concern. "You’re not fine. You’re injured. First, let us—"“No!" The word erupted from me, sharp and raw. I didn’t care if my voice cracked or if my ribs screamed in protest. Desperation surged in my veins like fire. "Why don’t you understand? I am fine! But she’s not! God knows what those men are doing to her! I need you to find them—I need you to do something! Talk to your highness for me, sir! Please!”My outburst left him momentarily stunned. His hand dragged through his hair, his expression shifting to one of reluctant defeat.“Fine," he muttered. "Tell me her residence number, and I’ll send my men to search thoroughly.”My heart plummeted. Panic clawed at my ches

I have felt helpless before. The feeling was not new to me.When the kids in the orphanage kicked and bullied me. When my favorite teddy bear was ripped to shreds by one of the boys there. When I slept on the street, curled into a ball as rain drenched me. When I ate expired food from the dumpster and suffered stomach cramps so bad I vomited for an entire week, only to end up in a community hospital.Life has never been easy.I was used to harsh.But right now? Slammed onto a bed, restrained by his unyielding grip, my body exposed and trembling, I felt utterly weak and breakable.And then it hit me.The first sharp slap landed on my bottom. My entire body recoiled, the sound ringing out like a cruel echo of dominance. A desperate cry tore from my lips, and I thrashed uselessly against his iron hold.My bottom jiggled from the force. My legs trembled under the weight of his authority.Before I could even register the searing sting, another sharp pain followed, this time on the other ch