Semua Bab Scar; The Ugly Bride of The Alpha King: Bab 51 - Bab 56

Eve’s POVThe streets of the pack buzzed around me—merchants haggling, children chasing each other through puddles, the scent of roasted meats wafting from open stalls.Life moved on, oblivious to the storm raging in my chest.I kept my head down, the shawl wound tightly around my face and throat, shielding my identity. No one looked twice at me.Good.I wasn’t in the mood for eyes, for whispers.My fingers trembled as they ghosted up to my neck, brushing the edge of the scarf. Beneath it, hidden from the world, his mark throbbed faintly, like a cursed brand burned into my very soul.My skin was rough there now—scarred, claimed.It had been a week.Seven full days since Killain's wolf had sunk his teeth into my flesh, chaining my fate to his without permission, without tenderness.I shivered, unwanted memories clawing up my spine:His silver eyes still haunted me—sharp enough to slice skin, burning with a rage and possessiveness that made my entire body shiver even now.No matter how

Eve’s PoVI stand on the windowsill, staring at the lights below, but my mind was lost. Consumed by memories of his words.“I’ve waited twenty-seven years to find you. What’s a little more?”“Especially when it means I get to talk to you. See you. Be near you.”“I don’t want to be someone who adds to your burden. I want to be the reason you smile. The reason you breathe easier. If he hurts you, let me be your bandage. If he makes you feel small, I’ll remind you how extraordinary you are.”“You deserve the best, Eve. And I’ll be the best. Just wait and see.”No one has ever said something like this to me before. No one had made me feel so worthy. Tears sting my eyes and I gulp. Zane made me feel wanted, deserving—when this world had always shunned me, closed its doors on my face like I was some kind of curse that never should’ve been born.I was smiling to myself, my heart was thudding like a war drum.I guess this is what they mean when they talk about having feelings for someone.Not

My threat does little to scare her. She sighs. And looks at me like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. “Fine. You can bleed to death for all I care.” There it was. That fiesty side—the fire my demons danced to. That sharp tongue that made the beast in me purr. A smirk curls my lips as I drop my head lower, deliberately brushing my blood-smeared cheek against hers. I was aware of every tremble in her limbs. Her knees pressed together like a locked gate. Her heart pounding like it wanted to escape her chest. And her arousal dripping down her thighs like a confession she couldn’t swallow. Satisfied, I pull back to admire her. She looked like something out of a fever dream. Beautiful. Bleeding. Branded in red. She notices the blood on her cheek—my blood—and the wrinkle in her forehead tells me it bothers her. “Sadistic. Are we?” She quips, brow raised like she’s untouchable. And my beast howls in approval. “Only for you.” No more waiting. No more preten