Chapter Sixty-One

Alora.

I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I laid awake, staring at the ceiling until the sun broke the horizon and I heard Lana and the girls arrive. I wasted no time in taking my bath, putting on a white long skirt, a black blouse and the slippers Ares had gotten for me.

I noticed my hair had changed back to its black color and I sighed, staring at myself in the mirror. The cuts on my face have healed, and I realized this was the first time my face was bare with no bruises or injuries from the constant abuse from Jax.

I looked down at my wrist where the shackled had left a permanent bruise and it was partly gone. Almost blending with my pale skin. Even the cuts under my feet were gone too, I couldn't feel the tiny stings anymore.

There were still some scars over my body though and the most prominent of them all, my brand.

I ran my fingers over the burnt skin, Jax's name marred on the left side of my stomach like a second skin, claiming me as his despite being far away f