All Chapters of Scar; The Ugly Bride of The Alpha King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

6 months later — Eve’s POV I was standing at the window sill, staring out at the vast expanse of gardens and flowers stretching endlessly before me. Yet my thoughts were nowhere near here. It’s been six months since he’s looked at me. Six months since we’ve spoken more than a handful of words. Kill leaves before I wake, returns late—only to take my body. Some nights I’m tired. Some nights I’m not in the mood. Some nights I feel emotionally hollow… and yet not once have I refused him. And every time, without fail, he takes. My body… My traitorous body… still craves his touch, his games, his dominance. But my mind? My mind feels too much. Too tangled. Too dependent on a man who treats my skin like property and my soul like it’s disposable. And then there are nights where he doesn’t even take—just stares at me, letting the hunger burn but denying me. That kind of rejection carves deeper than his possession ever could. It’s like someone took my heart, cracked it open, and l

Eve’s POV My heart thuds rapidly in my chest as I watch Zane’s blue eyes staring back at me. Beads of sweat line his forehead, and his soft brown hair stands like a knot of threads, sticking to his skin. “Umm, do you mind moving back a bit, Eve? My hands are seconds away from slipping.” Shit. I see his knuckles turn white as he barely holds the edge of my window. I move back immediately, and he leaps in, landing on the Italian floor. “Phew. I never thought I would do something so cringe for someone.” He dusts his clothes and looks up at me, giving me that genuine smile. “But you are so worth it, Eve.” Thud. Thud. My heart beats rapidly in my chest while Luna runs circles in my mind, urging me to throw my arms around him and hug him. Staring down at my feet, I stutter, my voice unsure. “What… what are you doing here, Zane? How did you know—” “How did I know you were married to none other than our Werewolf King? And that’s why you’ve been running away from me?” “Wel

Killain’s POVThe echo of my shoes against the marble corridor is the only sound that greets me. Each step carries the weight of a day steeped in politics and blood, but something in the air tonight is heavier still.The door to our room is ajar, the faintest draft curling out like a warning. I push it open and pause. Darkness swallows the space whole. Not a single lamp burns.Little mouse never lets the dark win.She leaves the bedside lamp on….always. She has this strange fear from pitch darkness… I don’t know why. Even when I tell her to turn it off, she waits until she thinks I’m asleep and switches it back on.But tonight the room is a void. A prickle crawls up the back of my neck. I slide the jacket from my shoulders, drape it across the couch, and loosen my tie. The silence tastes wrong.I head for the washroom, the soft hiss of running water breaking the stillness. The mirror catches the sharp cut of my jaw, droplets carving paths over muscle and scar. Boxer shorts c

Eve’s POVA dreadful silence stretches as I stay there, pressed under the weight of Kill’s huge, unconscious body. My limbs remain locked as I try to swallow the boulder of guilt lodged in my throat.What I did was wrong… he’ll be very angry at me when he wakes up.But by then, I’ll be long gone. He’ll never see me again.I look down at his face, pressed against my naked chest, his lips brushing my skin. I squeeze my thighs together to hide the heat pooling there. My body… it always needed him. And that need. Gods, it shamed me.Slowly, using every ounce of strength I have, I turn his massive body over and lay him properly on the bed before pulling myself up.This was it. I can’t believe I did it. Fear fades as something else takes root.Hope.Hope of a future away from this golden cage. Hope of a peaceful life with Zain.As I reach the door, the voice of my conscience forces me to look back.I bite my lip at the sight of him still lying there… but then I notice something strange.Bea

Eve’s POVWe reached a small wooden house located deep in the forest, swallowed by fog and silence. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of pine and rain. I hesitated at the doorstep, something inside me recoiling, but Zain pushed the door open and dropped onto a worn-out sofa as if he’d lived here forever.“Zain—”“Relax, Eve. This is our small abode. Try to get comfortable here.”Abode?So this is where he lived?“But it’s in the middle of nowhere—”“Isn’t that perfect? No one will be able to find us here.”He lifted his head from the sofa backrest, his eyes tracing my face with quiet intensity. I gave a faint nod, forcing a soft smile. My gaze drifted around the dim cabin, dust-coated shelves, cracked windows, the faint smell of wood rot.Was he sure he lived here? It looked like no one had set foot in this place for months.“Relax, Eve. You must be tired. The bedroom is to your left.”I nodded and opened the door.Inside, the room was simple, wooden floors, a soft bed, a small s