Lahat ng Kabanata ng Scar : the rejected Luna: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Lexie's POV:After the ritual by the ancient pool, the air still felt heavy, thick with the whispers of the elders and the silent tension that had swept over the pack. My mind was still occupied with the dark reflection I had seen in the water, and my heart felt a strange sense of foreboding. The words of the old woman who had warned me echoed in my thoughts, mingling with the unshakable feeling that something was about to change, something beyond our control.As I stood by Paul, trying to steady my breath, a soft rustling came from behind us, and I turned to see Lady Samantha approaching. The Luna’s presence, as graceful and grounded as ever, seemed to push the tension in the air back, her warmth easing the anxiety that I couldn’t quite shake.Lady Samantha’s gaze softened as she neared me, and without a word, she pulled me into a gentle embrace, her arms warm and comforting. I sank into the hug, grateful for the older woman’s steadying presence.“You’ve done well, Lexie,” Lady Sama

The faint fragrance of the ocean was drifting through the open balcony doors, but Lexie was lost in the scent of her mate, weaving around her like a cocoon. Lexie lay sprawled across the bed, her body sore, her skin flushed against the cool silk sheets. It was a sweet pain to have, and she couldn't help but crave more of it. Paul hovered over her, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face, his thumb tenderly tracing her swollen lips."You’re a mess, sweetheart…”He said, his voice full of fondness and affection.Lexie smiled lazily.“Mm…? Your fault."His chest shook with a laugh, and he bent to kiss her forehead. "Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before you pass out on me."Before she could protest, Paul scooped her up again, making her squeal and cling to his neck. Her thighs tightened around his waist out if habit, brushing against his still semi-hard length and making him groan under his breath."Behave…” He warned her playfully, nipping at her jaw.Lexie giggled, burying

Lexie's POV:I couldn't believe it had already been three days.Three days locked away in our suite, with only each other, tangled between sheets and kisses, soft laughter and rough, hungry touches. We hadn't even seen the beach until today.Now, standing on the private shoreline, I finally took it in—the stunning stretch of sand, the ocean stretching endlessly under the late afternoon sun, its surface glittering like spilled diamonds.I sighed, letting the warm breeze kiss my skin, lifting strands of my loose hair. The salty air filled my lungs, the heat soaking into my bare torso where my bikini barely covered me, and for the first time in days, I felt almost... grounded.Almost.My moment shattered with a sharp gasp as something cold splattered across my stomach.I looked up, startled, and there he was.Paul stood over me, grinning like the devil himself, wet from head to toe. Droplets clung to his messy hair and ran down the hard lines of his body, each muscle taut under the sun.

Lexie's POV:Dinner today was something special – that was all Paul had told me, and I was more than ready for whatever he had planned. The resort’s outdoor space had been transformed completely : our private balcony was adorned with tiny, flickering candles nestled in elegant holders, and a small canopy of sheer fabric had been set up, making the entire space glow with a warm, inviting light. The soft murmur of the waves in the distance seemed to chime with every heartbeat of ours. I was dressed in a simple, elegant dress that now clung to my body as the gentle night breeze started to flow. The sky had melted into shades of tangerine and indigo, and my husband was standing near the edge of the balcony, looking every bit the romantic dream with his sleeves rolled up. The golden light kissed his jawline as he stepped around me, his eyes warming the air between us. Delicate porcelain plates, sparkling cutlery, and tiny crystal glasses caught the light of the candles. He pulled out

Lexie’s POV:I dropped the rose; I didn't need it anymore. My eyes followed the outline of his cock, stirring under the silky fabric.I bit my lip, breath catching slightly as I grazed my lips over the swelling ridges, making him grow harder with each light, teasing stroke. A pleased, throaty sound escaped his chest, and I pressed my palm against him. His hips moved instinctively, his eyes falling close due to pleasure as his lips parted with the hint of a moan.I leaned in and brushed my mouth over his chest. “Still feeling sleepy, my love?”“No, but… damn.”He rasped, voice low and rough, “that’s one hell of a way to be woken.”Slipping lower under the sheets.“If you like it, I have some more ideas…”He looked down at me, and the moment our eyes locked, something shifted. Heat surged between us like a spark to dry leaves. He rested back with a groan, one arm behind his head, completely surrendering.I kissed along his abdomen, moving lower, letting my hair fall around him as I s