SCAR'S POV. Huh....what happened?  I rub on my eyes pushing the heavy blanket off me. Did I lose conscious again? I am sure I was fine some seconds before it happened.  Is something going on with me? Am I sick?   NO, YOU ARE NOT.  Right. I am okay.... Derek said I was fine...I can't die....I mean not now.  DONT WORRY, YOU WONT BE DYING ANYTIME SOON BABY GIRL. I hope so. I have a life of to lead and a promise to keep.  And....wait....wait a minute....that wasn't me. I don go here no of those words just now.  OF COURSE NOT,ITS ME.  Me...? Wait who is the this me. Who are you? What am I even doing talking to myself. I must be hearing things. I am definitely going l

SCAR'S POV.   Mate.     I feel my blood boil, but the fire isn't really coming from me,it's like it's been channelled into me from space.   KIll HER. CHOP HER. DICE HER. HOW DARE SHE TOUCH MATE. AND WHY THE FUCK IS HE SMILLING?     Yes, why the fuck is he smiling.     I forcefully pocket my phone, the last thing on my mind is if it cracked or not.     THAT BITCH.       Getting to them, I drag Austen by his sleeve, throwing him a glare. "Let's go."       "Uh ....." He looks down at me in surprise. His peering eyes helped in calming the anger which rise again the moment she opened her mouth.       "What about the tickets sir." Her eyelashes beat against her skin flirtatio

SCAR'S POV.       "Pass the ball you idiot, pass the ball." Amelia yells at Janny, who looses the ball to Ken in a few seconds.     Janny glares at her in return. "If you think it's really pretty that easy, why aren't you playing yourself."      "Quit arguing and focus on the ball." I grit, acquiring the ball from joseph' possession I pass it over to my nearest team member. "Dean."       Quickly gaining the ball, Dean advances to the enemy's territory, breaking through the defenses, he finally gets one on one to the keeper.     The air grows thick, the moment plays in a slow motion as his leg strikes the ball, the keeper (Elijah)  dives out of the post to catch the ball but to all our surprise instead of going in the direction of the post, the ball moves to the side, then goes int

AUSTEN'S POV.  I can't believe I almost lost it. What was I thinking.  SHE IS MATE.  Mate is not ready. I growl at Dark, hoping it'd help he regain his composure.   SORRY ALPHA. DARK UNDERSTANDS.  You better do. I mutter, setting up a wall between us.   The look in her eyes, I won't be able to get it out of my head can I. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to make a meaing out of it.  My breath sieze when I catch her scent, and I can her the door of her room against the door frame.   She must be going to the kitchen? But...   She stops in front of my door, knocking on it softly.  I should just

SCAR'S POV.  "You all are highly respected Alpha's and Beta's in this hall." Austen snarls in mockery. "It's such a disgrace some of you still find it hard to recognize your kyria mou-árchontas. when you see her. Even with my scent on her." Their kyría mou-......what? What am I. Some type of food specie? Most of them hang their head in shame while the others now in respect. Wow. I thought he was just going to sit down comfortably and watch the whole scene unfold. I look past his broad shoulder and over to the Alpha who had been thrown against the wall, a menacing Sean hovering on top of him. He really doesn't looks good.  "Ummm...Austen." I call, tugging on the arm of his white button down shirt.  He looks down at me, his eyes raging red, b