All Chapters of Scarred By My Alpha: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Malric Death. How often had I reflected on that subject matter? When I was much younger, my father had forced me to watch men get tried and put to death by hanging or beheading. It was for me to build a tough skin when it came to my decision-making and never be scared of death or fear another man dying. I had never imagined my own death just yet, not until Alruin had brought it up. It was the only thing I could think about as I rode on my horse to the outskirts of the little town. I had never imagined how I would die, although my father had always told me to be ready to plan the perfect death and welcome it when it arrived. Dying to save the world was never on my list and although I loved my father and only recently got to find out that everything he did was on my behalf, there was a storm of rage and anger slowly building up in me when it became crystal clear that my death was orchestrated by him. Voluntarily or not. He had no idea of the consequences of sacrificing his own so

Alruin The fire in his eyes stopped burning for a moment and all he could do was stare at him. My lips quivered when I tried to speak again. It felt like I had just offloaded a burden from my shoulders and now, I could breathe properly, regardless of the consequences. I had no idea what this would change, but I frankly didn't care. "I am not trying to make you see reason with the expected end for the both of us," I said, "for goddess' sake I don't! I don't know why I have to kill the man I love, Mal, but there has to be...another way," my voice quaked and I blinked back the tears that gathered at the back of my eyes, "I can't do that if you're mad at m-me, M-Mal. I can't stand the t-thought of...of losing you again, it's torturing me so badly...so badly..." His gaze softened and he stepped away from the window, his huge, broad frame obstructing the light completely. "Alruin," his deep voice wafted into my ears and my heart pricked with guilt once more. "My father held one of the

Lyra It was overwhelming. I stood on top of the mountains, staring at the hundreds of beasts that gathered below me. Andralita couldn't run a count, but they were well over six hundred. Like a menagerie of Wild Beasts. I heard footsteps behind me all of a sudden and when I perceived a whiff of his scent, I didn't bother turning around. "Good thing you informed the guards last night to ensure everyone remained indoors," Lorak said and stared down at them, howling and growling below us. "Some feast it is down there. That, with Darkmoon's army is what you plan to take over the world with?" He asked. I shook my head, "Not quite, you forgot Vantheir's army loaded with well over ten thousand equipped men." I replied flatly, "And I am going back to claim it all tonight." "And how exactly do you plan to do that, Alpha Lyra?" He queried, drawling on my title. "Draven has grown more erratic over the last few days, so I heard. He doesn't speak to anyone, including the elder's council.

Alruin "I love him again, Marla." I had struggled for a few minutes to utter those very words, expecting an immediate rebuff from her, but Marla remained silent and calm. A smile slowly stretched across my lips, and my heart clenched suddenly. I loathed the fact that she didn't say a word, and that smile made it seem like she already knew this would happen. I frowned at her and turned away from the cliff edge, "When I returned, I was furious at everyone, Marla. In fact, I was so angry before I walked through the portal again, and I almost didn't return, I didn't care about saving this wicked world anymore, trust me. But I couldn't, not because I am a good person, nor that I remembered any of those bloody lessons of yours," I said hoarsely, "I came back because I couldn't leave Malric behind." "I knew you loved him from the moment I told you that you had a chance to see your past again but you chose to go after him instead," she replied and her eyes became pitiful, "I'm sorry i

Alruin I searched around for Malric and the others. Although I knew the direction they would be coming from, I couldn't exactly tell where they were. I urged my horse ahead and stopped beside Marla, "Where exactly is she?" I asked. She squinted ahead and I followed her eyes. She morphed out of the darkness like a shadow and my heart skipped a beat. Marla grunted with a deep frown and said, "They are all around us. We have been surrounded." My eyes darted around and I counted eighteen witches in total, all wearing brown cloaks, but didn't cover the hoodies over their long, grey hairs. "You recognise these women?" "My sisters." Marla mumbled, "My beloved sisters that I thought I had lost during the war." "Oh, Marla, how long has it been?" Priscilla said and her eyes darted to me, suddenly blazing with excitement, "You are no longer that naive, desperate man I met at Moonshroud, Alruin. Look at you. I told you my sister would find me when the time was right. Isn't this one big,