**It's seriously annoying how everyone is looking at Alora's scars like it's disgusting and it all started with that girl at the store! I dislike her so much and now she has made Alora sad. Thankfully, she ran out and found an instrument shop with a piano to relieve her from the heartache. What do you think was Ares' reaction to Alora scars? What are your thoughts on this chapter? Let me know in the comments and do vote and leave a review too🥺♥️more uploads if you do😉 See you on Friday, or Thursday (tomorrow) if you drop a review and rate 5 stars😉 Jane♥️
Ares. The moment Alora ran out of the store I felt a piece of me follow her out. Seeing her scars had reminded me of mine, the shame and embarrassment of having them in the open, visible to everyone. Even though this wasn't the first time I was seeing her scars, it didn't make accepting them any easier. The first time I had seen Alora's scars was when she had been naked in my room, pulling her knees against her body to shield herself from me. The fear in her eyes weren't missed and the slight shaking of her body as my eyes peered over every cut, bruise and mark on her pale beautiful skin. She had been so scared, so broken right there and as she folded herself closer, pressing against the wall. It reminded me of myself. I needed to find her. Standing up abruptly, the store owner walked up to me. She was an annoying little thing who I had noticed didn't like Alora one bit and at the mention of how disgusting her scars were, I hated her and wanted to rip off her tiny head from
Alora. I smiled sadly, keeping my eyes closed as I played the piano, its melody leaving a sudden calmness in my heart, making me forget everything that has happened to me. It removed every pain, hurt and every emotional scar within me, even while my physical ones couldn't be cured, music cured the ones within me. But my little moment of bliss was suddenly interrupted as a loud bang sounded in my ears and I snapped my eyes in surprise. Ares stood in front of me, his blue eyes dark and dangerous as they glared at me, he towered over me like the monster he was radiating power and darkness. I immediately snatched my fingers away from the piano, rising from my feet so quickly that I stumbled against the chair, falling flat on my bum and leaving a dull ache. "Get up, you're coming with me." Ares said in a deadly voice causing shivers to run down my arms as my heart sank, filling its void with fear. "Why? Don't speak to her like that." The older man stood forward, a frown on his
Ares. Alora's tear filled violet eyes haunted me. I hated it. It was a weird feelings that made me feel weak. But at the same time, it felt like I was finally capable of any emotion other than hate and anger. I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I ended the call with Seth who was already covering up for me for the meeting I was already late for. I shoved my phone into my pocket as I continued my way down the hallway. My mind was clouded with the thought of Alora's melody and the sound of her tears and her tired sad eyes. Fuck! Why do I always feel this way when she cried? It was obvious that she wasn't playing the piano to get on my nerves. If anything, Alora did anything she could to not make me angry. She hated being yelled out, loud noises and it was no wonder she enjoyed the piano. It was soft and alluring. Just like.. I shook my head. Whatever. The piano angered me and it wasn't my fault I didn't want to hear what reminded me of my past anymore. Guilt f
Ares. I gently pulled Alora out of the car, breathing heavily as the pain in my torso intensified and I staggered. Looking down at Alora, she was still asleep and I started her scars. Her arm was showing off her scars and I heard the sound of footsteps drawing closer to the front door. Isabel and the rest would be here any moment and it was obvious Alora had hidden her scars from them. It was something she wasn't proud of and I knew she didn't want anyone to see it. Growling painfully, I knelt against the hard concrete floor, resting Alora on the floor as I started to take off my suit jacket. I winced in pain as blood seeped past the wound and I took deo breath as my vision became blurry. I was losing a lot of blood and I was going to pass out anytime soon. So I managed to quickly take off my jacket and place it against Alora. I took her arm and passed it through my sleeves as I buttoned it to hide away her arm and some parts of her stomach. But something caught my eye at t
Alora. Before I woke up, I was floating in a sea of nothingness. There was only darkness, so thick that I could feel it clawing at my arms and feet. I was suspended in the air, falling deeper like I was being pulled into it with a rope. But I couldn't move, couldn't struggle to stay afloat. I couldn't save myself and I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. And soon there was a bright light in front of me, I could sense it from my closed eyelids and when I opened them, I was on the beach. The sky was blue, a very bright blue and birds flew above me, squalling happily and I turned to the sun. It shone brightly, a bright yellow and it was hard to make out the outline from it. And when I looked ahead I saw the ocean. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Since it was my first time seeing it, my mouth opened in awe as the waves came crashing around it. Water splashed around, drew closer to my feet. Making it cold and warm at the same time before it retracted back to the
Alora The hug lasted for another second before Ares tore away from me, stepping back quickly. He suddenly hissed, clenching his torso as a gasp escaped my lips. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly as he looked away painfully. "Cameron shot me." He said, breathing heavily as he pulled the robe away to inspect the bandages wrapped around him. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was a bad person and I know you warned me earlier but I didn't listen. I'm-" I started to say but Ares cut me off. "It's ok. Get some rest." He said before walking away from me to the door. I stared after him as he pushed the door open, stopping briefly as he started to turn back to me before he shook his head and left the room, closing the door behind him. Ares acted differently and I wondered why. He has been nothing but cruel and mean to me. So why had he suddenly hugged me from the blues. Was it because he felt I was in danger and he was unable to save me? Or had my words gotten through him? Either way,
Jax. It was hard to sleep. Think or even do anything. My mind was a constant mess, filled with thoughts of Alora, her scent, her skin marred with scars created by me, her violet eyes. The mere thought of her was making me go crazy. It's been more than a month and there was a trace of her anywhere. In the neighboring packs that I owned nor in the human community. It was like she had vanished into thin air and it raised my anxiety to even think she was with someone else. Another man. I growled, slamming my phone against the wall as I could feel my beast clawing at my chest, begging to be let out and go on a killing spree until Alora was found. The glass shattered against the wall, falling in broken pieces on the floor and I ran my hand through my hair that had gotten longer, sweat filled my forehead and I paced around my room like a wolf in a cage. Where the hell was she? I thought. I owned one of the biggest CCTV security companies in the world and there was no trace of her a
Ares. Time seemed to pass by slowly as I waited in my car for the elder to come out of the airport. My heart thumped loudly in my chest in expectation for him. Victor had called me that he was going to be coming today instead of tomorrow and worst of all, he was studying in my home at the estate. A thousand thoughts ran through my head as I wondered what was going to go wrong even though he was around. The elders were constantly watching my pack, waiting for one single mistake to punish me again. They wanted me to fuck up and wanted my downfall to strip me away from being the Alpha of Blood Moon Pack and I couldn't allow that. It didn't help that they hated me to their very cores. My phone vibrates once more in my pocket and I knew it was Seth calling for the third time since I left the house. His paranoia was getting to me and it was only a matter of time before I smashed the phone against the floor in anger. Ignoring my phone, I ran my hand through my torso, the pain fr