Scar's POV My mother's behavior for the following days left me surprised me and alarmed. The next day after I got home, she asked me to invite Arielle for breakfast.Invite Arielle? The same Arielle who she couldn't stand being in the same space with? my Arielle?“What? don't give me that look” she chided when I couldn't help but look at her as if she had lost her mind.Arielle had refused to come down, rejecting politely and saying she had breakfast already. It would have upset Mother on a normal day but she brushed it off and went to Arielle‘s room herself. She returned with Arielle who looked like she didn't want to be there.Penelope didn't seem pleasedI watched my mother, taking in her every action.“Sit down my dear” Arielle was still standing awkwardly beside me. I gave her a smile before holding out a chair that was beside me for her. I had never known my

Scar's POVThe other Lycan clans that hadn't reached out to me before the issues with Leon finally did, agreeing to the alliance. it was unnecessary but it was a thing of joy to know that we were giving unity a chance. A feast was going to be thrown in two days, at my place to celebrate.I was looking forward to it, maybe it would help set Arielle's mood a little bit better.In preparation for this event, the hustling and bustling in the house increased, every staff, mother, Penelope and I ran around trying to fix things.We were going to use the garden. It was going to be a cool evening and the serenity around it seemed perfect.On the day before the event, I took Arielle shopping, I don't think I had ever seen her so happy, she even had tears running down her face. I know that I had but the genuine happiness warmed my stomach. What had this woman been through?Today she was wearing one of my shirts and baggy jeans and flip-flops. Arielle was a stunning piece of Art and she didn't ev

  Arielle’s POV  Scar had sent someone over for my makeup that evening. I cried so hard that the make-up artist thought she had offended me and was stuck apologizing. But she had done nothing to me.Scar did the simplest things for me, the simple things that barely came easily for me. A few months back I couldn't boast of three or five nice dresses, I never got any special treatment before any event, in fact, I was always left behind, I didn't always look like this, I wasn't this happy. I had always begged to be loved, begged to feel wanted, and desired. I knew I should stop thinking this way, I had changed since I met Scar, even if he didn't love me back, even if he was doing some of these nice things for the baby, he never treated me like I was insignificant.That was something I hadn't gotten used to and I realized that being around someone who treats you like this has been helping me. I

  Arielle's POV It felt as If I couldn't breathe, as if the walls of this room were closing in on me . There were so many emotions going through me; pain, sadness, anger and jealousy, none of it was good. Why?Why did I feel this way?I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the rhythm of my heartbeat, hoping that the steady sound could calm me. But it did not.I should have known, but I allowed myself to dream too much. Men like Scar were not attracted to women like me, I had always known. It didn't stop me from crying, it felt like being with Leon all over again.“Arielle? open the door please” his voice sounded distant as if it was coming from underwater.I said nothing.“Please” he pleaded. “Please, just listen to me, talk to me” Still, no response.“Please! Just listen to me for a minute and then you'll deci

  Arielle's POV The evening spent with Luisa was more therapeutic than I thought, somehow Luisa had noticed that I was in a bad mood and tried to cheer me up, she even let me have candies, chocolate candies, which tasted like they were made with love, of course, they were made from her love or given from love. Exhausted from our whole talk and from eating a lot of candies, I returned to my room and slept off without thinking of Scar. Okay, so maybe I was lying because I had lost count of how many times I thought about him, lost count of the number of times I yearned for his presence. When I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and was surprised to see him sitting on the armless chair, he was snoring slightly on the armless chair wooden chair and my heart swollen and broke at the sight. How was he comfortable with sleeping in that chair, his body barely fitted in and without wasting any more I picked up a duvet and covered him gentl