All Chapters of COME BACK OF THE SCARFACE PRINCESS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ava's POVThey say scars fade with time. But mine? Mine only grew deeper. Like a cruel signature, it adorned my face. _Flashback_ "Oh no, what's that?""Maybe it's black coal?" another child said, staring at my face as I looked down."Come, get away from her," their mother said, dragging them along."Don't you ever look at her again. Unless you want to end up like that," she warned, gesturing toward my face."What's that, Mum?" the youngest of the boys asked."Her face is a canvas, but guess who painted on it? The devil," she joked cruelly.A tear escaped my eyelid."Her face is the devil's canvas, and that scar is his artwork." Her words pierced deep into my soul.Why was I constantly blamed for something I had no control over?Why was I always abused?Did I ask to be born this way? I asked no one but myself.That was three years ago. Nothing much had changed—except the abuse had become more of a routine... like a schedule I followed.SLAP!A slender hand collided with my cheek, sn

Ava's POV I should have taken the guard’s advice. Worn a mask or veil, to save myself from this humiliation.I blinked. My throat dried, my pulse raised, my palms wet with sweat. No... the moon goddess must be playing tricks on me.This had got to be a mistake.I asked for a mate, not Kael—the Alpha of BloodMoon Pack.The room was silent.So silent, I could hear my own heartbeat, threatening to leap out of my rib cage.All eyes were on us: the ugly, scarred face, and the most powerful man in the kingdom kneeling in front of her.“Mate,” he said again, firmer, his voice like thunder before a storm.I gulped down at his amazing features—blonde hair, grey eyes, and a well-sculpted jawline. He was beautiful... the most beautiful I have laid my eyes on.He stood slowly, his hands still under my chin, and I stood up as well.I waited for it. The time he would utter those words out. I wouldn’t blame him. I wouldn’t accept me also if I was him.So here it was—an even more public humiliation

Ava's POV My already heavy body sagged as I was now adorned with jewelry, the weight of gold and stone dragging me.I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the girl in the mirror.The maid behind me twisted my hair into an elegant knot, her fingers trembling. "You are doomed for sure," she said in a whisper, but I caught her words."Don't scar her," another maid muttered under her breath, brushing a stray curl behind my ear."Quiet. It's time now!" my mother snapped as she strode into the room, her gown shimmering like moonlight. "My baby, beautiful as always," she kissed my forehead. The gesture was warming, a farewell wrapped in affection.She must have truly loved Elora... the real Elora.I swallowed my bitterness and stood, following them down the corridor. The palace was unnecessarily cold, the halls were pure sophistication with their intricate design and large artworks that made me feel small, like I didn't belong.My footsteps dragged behind theirs. This identity wasn't

Dravin's POVThe softness of the winds ruffling through my hair wasn't enough to calm the tension in my heart. How could this be? For the first time in over seven hundred years, I felt arousal. Not just an erection, but a deep lust toward a female. Even worse, it happened to be for a fat, ugly, scarred princess. There was something in her eyes, something too familiar. I can’t place my finger on it, but there was something about those eyes that drew me in. Something about those eyes aroused me in a way no other woman had for the better part of seven hundred years. It was both intriguing and unsettling. The only woman who had made me feel this way was... I shook off the thought of her name. That was a name and a memory I would rather keep buried, even though it has been all but impossible to forget. I've done my investigation into her life. She's been betrothed to me since she was a toddler, so I received reports regarding her life even though I never bothered to pay a

Kael's POVIt's been about two days since Ava's death.Just like we expected, there wasn't much need to tell a convincing story about the disappearance of the scar-faced bitch.Vera has kept her distance since I was supposed to be a mourning widower, but she sneaks in whenever I'm on my own to celebrate our success.Just like right now.I watched the heavy doors of my throne room open, pushed by two of my best guards.Vera strolled in with the grace of a goddess—a stark contrast to her ugly, clumsy sister.It amazes me how these two had come from the same womb.Her beautiful green eyes glimmered in the light like emeralds, and I could feel myself entranced at the sight of them.As I forced myself to look away from those mesmerising eyes lest I get hypnotized, my eyes travelled down to her firm, full chest that seemed a little too big for her bra, as it left a fair bit of cleavage to be admired. Once again, this was a sight I was reluctant to look away from, even as my eyes travelled d