All Chapters of Scarred By My Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alruin I saw the figure when my eyes could finally pick out things in the darkness.He had my wrists tied and my feet fretted by the same rope. He didn’t even bother to put a gag in my mouth, but I could taste the sweat on his palm still. I grimaced with disgust and spat out. He didn’t even glance back at me. He was a giant of a man and when my blurry gaze finally cleared, I felt a rapid surge of fear through my body. Why was a man this huge coming after me? Who the hell was he in the first place? I squinted at the dagger-shaped tattoo on his neck and strained my memory to remember where I could have possibly encountered this man. My head throbbed from thinking so hard and I gave up. I was so certain I had never met him before, so why was he coming after me? Could it…fuck! My heart palpitated with fear as a sudden thought occurred to me. Could this man have been sent after me by Lorak?He strapped the reins on a horse and attached the saddle. We were on the outskirts of Mojo town n

Alruin“You just had to come after me, didn’t you?”Malric grimaced slightly as he watched Mojo pull out the spear that had been driven into the huge man’s chest. I had urged Malric to surrender instead of fighting. I had a feeling that if he wanted to, he would have been able to take down Mojo and his crew at will, but I didn’t want it to end this way. Just like Silvermoon, they had housed me, even though we had started off a bit rough and now, Malric was here to destroy that relationship again. The huge man had simply refused to go down, fighting off Mojo’s men like they were a swarm of flies he was trying to kill. Frankly, he had every right to tackle the fight that way. He was almost twice the size of everyone, but they were just too many. A dozen men to one was enough, but a dozen men with weapons, designed to hunt down and kill werewolves like him, shifted the odds in Mojo’s favor. “With the way they attacked him, you’d think they had been preparing for a fight like this the

Lyra“I thought you’d be here?”I had allowed Draven to mark me so that he would be able to mind-link me if need be, but it wasn’t necessarily significant, until he got the Alpha mark and marked me officially as his luna. “Why? What’s happening there?” I asked apathetically as I squinted at the purple liquid in the transparent vial.“The coronation is tonight,” Draven replied, “and you were supposed to be here, Lyra. We’ve paid the compensation to your pack and now everyone thinks that you are gone for good.”“But you know that I am not, Draven,” I said impatiently, and nodded at Eli, signalling for him to leave. “Don’t you think it will cause less drama if I am not there? Let the people focus on you, Draven. Let them accept their new Alpha and gradually, I will fit in again. There are just some things I have to handle here.” I could feel his grumpiness and frustration in his tone, even though he tried to mask it. “You will come back soon, won’t you?” he asked.“Yes, as soon as I a

Alruin After giving it some thought, I realized how much of a fuss Malric and I must have created in that restaurant. What if they'd even heard everything we said? Well, as long as I was out of there and he would be the one to feel the shame. I didn't find another restaurant down the quiet street, but I found a small wishing well. I stared into the limpid water and smiled when I saw the hundreds of coins buried beneath it. Hundreds of wishes and hopes. I prayed silently to the goddess that most of them had come true. I felt compelled to throw a coin in and wish that Lorak was okay and someday, he would be able to heal completely from what I did to him. “Oh dear!” A loud, strangled cry suddenly rippled through the atmosphere and I turned around sharply to find an old woman sprawled on the ground, a bag of groceries scattered beside her and a walking stick. “My damn bones give up on me at the wrong times!” she whined in pain.I rushed to her quickly and knelt beside her. “Are

LyraI stood at my balcony, a sickening feeling in my stomach.I had just killed three people. I don’t know how I was expecting to deal with it or how my body was going to react, but I felt a slithery movement on my skin as goosebumps crawled throughout my body. I couldn’t see the blood on my hands, but the awareness of it was enough to make me cringe. I almost didn’t feel like myself. Like a soul living in another body. Was it really worth taking the life of an innocent child? Maybe, maybe not, but I had to. I worked too hard for everything I had now, I couldn’t watch it slip away from my hands. I still worked for Darkmoon while being the luna of Vantheir and the people were willing to toss me aside when a male hair was born? I scoffed. Now that I thought about it…yes, it was fucking worth it! I heard the glass door slide open and I knew instantly that it was Eli. He stood at the door, which was quite unlike him. He’d have loved to come much closer, catch a stronger whiff of my