บททั้งหมดของ COME BACK OF THE SCARFACE PRINCESS : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Ava's POV A knock on my bedroom door dragged me off my bed in the wee hours of the morning. It was barely bright outside, and I had just begun to enjoy my sleep when whoever it was decided to disturb me.I opened the door to two pairs of beautiful eyes staring back at me.For a second, I was transfixed to the spot. I immediately checked the hallway on both sides of my room to see if there was anyone else, and to my surprise, there wasn’t.“Juliet?” I said carefully as I squatted to the kids’ height. “What are you doing here with your brother?”“He can’t sleep,” Juliet said as she tried getting Jude in front of her. I turned my attention to Jude with a smile.“Why did you come here?” I asked. “I’m pretty sure your mom and Beatrice would be able to help.”Once again, Juliet tried getting Jude to stop hiding behind her, but he wouldn’t budge.“Mommy is tired and Beatrice is sleeping,” she said in her cute, childish voice. Her sweet tone melted whatever restraint I had.“So, do you want t

Avala's POVThe past month has been hectic.Between the attack of the Outlanders, the logistics involved in the aftermath, and the fact that I was still trying to look out for Elora, I was exhausted.While I have missed the Pack, I definitely did not miss being a Claw. It was a title thrust upon me by Corvin’s father, who saw an opportunity to keep his unhinged son under control, but it requires more effort than I was willing to spare — not when I have to actively make sure Soren never gets a whiff of our whereabouts because I know for a fact that he is already searching.“Late night?” Elora asked as she peeked into my bedroom from behind the door.“When has it not been a late night for the past month?” I sighed as I sat back from my desk and turned my attention to her. “You can come in if you want. I’m not too busy that you can’t talk to me. In fact, I need a reprieve from all of this work.”Elora smiled as she accepted my invitation and walked in.Her pregnancy is almost five months

Dravin's POV"Who are you?" I asked the stranger, who stared at me with fearful eyes."W-W-Wait, this isn't how it's supposed to go," he stuttered. "He said we'll get a chance!""Who?" I hissed. "A chance at what?""Please, don't kill me," he sobbed. "All I wanted to do was kill you. Please. I don't want to die."I was quite perplexed at this response and a little unsure of the mental state of my supposed assailant. It was beyond stupid to admit his desire to kill me while begging for his life to be spared.It was almost... childish."You think I wouldn't kill you after you admitted to wanting to kill me?" I asked with a frown. "Surely, you're not that stupid.""I was taught not to lie," he said, his voice still quite fearful but possessing an undertone of confidence, like he was sure this was the right path to take."And who taught you this?" I asked.He was quiet for a few seconds, mulling over my question before speaking."I was taught never to tell anyone that."I cocked an eyebrow

Corvin’s POVThe morning was still young when I spilled off the bed toward the balcony of the mansion, the cold breeze doing nothing to numb the ache behind my eyes. I ran a hand through my hair and took a long drink, the liquor burning down my throat like the memories of her I kept trying to forget.Linda’s voice still echoed in my skull—her endless questions and jealous whining.During the day, she demanded answers about Vivian.At night, she demanded a child.I had begun to feel like a prisoner in my own mansion.I just needed a break—away from everything. The liquor in my hand did little to soothe my aching heart, as my mind flew back endlessly to the night I plotted to end her life.It turns out it was all chasing after the wind—Linda.What a joke.Once upon a time, I’d been Alpha: untouchable, powerful, unbothered. Now, I was just a man haunted by the ghost of the woman I shouldn’t still want.I wished I could turn back the hands of time for a moment. Maybe—just maybe—I would hav

Dravin’s POVThe throne room smelled faintly of cedar. The chairs had gotten grey with age. I hardly came here these days. I watched as Alpha Darius bowed low, his hands trembling despite his effort to appear composed. Soren nodded as he led the older Alpha forward.“It’s an honour to grace your presence, Your Majesty,” Darius said, his voice low and cautious.I pulled my weight back against the leather throne, the sound of it creaking under me. “Welcome. I assume the news of your daughter’s disappearance must have reached you?”“It has, Your Majesty,” he gulped. “It scares me more each passing day. The Queen is sick — she calls Elora’s name in her sleep.”Elora truly was blessed to have such parents. Alpha Darius had even wanted her to rule — and perhaps she would have, if fate hadn’t tied her to me.“Permit me to ask something, Alpha,” he ventured after a long silence, his eyes darting to Soren for reassurance.“Speak.”“Well…” He hesitated. “Do you know of any reason the Princess; y