Todos los capítulos de Scarred By My Alpha: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Malric “I don’t think I have ever seen you in this town, sonny,” the old man said, his dirty sweat soaked singlet sticking to his body like a second skin. He had just finished hammering down on the hot, molten blade of a sword he had just made and now handed it to me to dip it in the wooden bucket of water, “what did you come down here for?”I didn’t reply as I watched the heat fizzle out of the water. It was fascinating how a sword could be created, but I felt intoxicated and beleaguered by the heat in this rusty old shed. He was right behind me now and I frowned in annoyance. I never imagined old people were this chatty, clearly he had no company in years! “I came down for the water.” I replied and took the sword out of the water. I placed it on an anvil. “I hear that’s what this city is about.”He rolled his eyes and lumbered across the shed to a wooden bench. He gobbled down a bottle of water and sighed heavily. “The water, eh? That’s what most folks come to this measly town f

AlruinThat night, I walked back into our room with a dejected expression plastered on my face.It had been a long, dreadful day that had ended up fruitless. The clinics were full and no, they didn’t need my assistance in any way. In the doctor’s words, they had enough hands to take care of the sick people in their town. It was a marvel how Malric of all people had managed to get a job in this town while I was still struggling. “You look terrible.” He said flatly.I ignored him, suddenly annoyed by his presence and strolled to the window. I stared at the river again, waiting for it to get dark to see if the fog would rise again. I suddenly felt Malric’s strong presence beside me, but he didn’t say a word. I grew uneasy as the silence lingered on, then slowly looked at him. He was also staring at the river, with more intensity and concern than he had the previous night. “It’s a mist.” He said, “and at first, it never used to appear, then sometimes once or twice a month, then it b

Lyra “The beasts are humans?” I mumbled, shocked, but not entirely in disbelief, “How is that even possible?”Eli stood at the door, watching me soliloquize. He had been silent ever since we returned from my pack. My father had called in sick again and needed me back at the pack. Of course, Draven had been appalled, but this was an issue concerning my father’s health, so of course he allowed me to go. He had also hinted something at the elders needing a luna that would be able to stay in the pack and show that she is actually interested in leading both of our people. Drekka had been waiting for me under the relentless rain. He had been standing at the pavilion in front of the mansion, his bloodshot eyes staring at me impassively, silently judging, and very observative. “You’re back. Your father has waited quite some time.” He had said, “And so have I. You didn’t come for your step mother’s burial.”I shrugged as I had walked past him, Eli following very closely behind, “I had othe

LorakThere was something intriguing about the frozen cliffs that bordered the threshold of Silvermoon’s territory. I loved to stand there from time to time, staring into the roaring abyss below. It was like a memory coven, where all my deepest pains lay beneath. I sucked my teeth and tried to look away, but I couldn’t. It was all twisted now. I couldn’t forget the memories of the mate I once had, couldn’t stop hearing his screams, torturing every inch of what was left of my sanity. Now, all that trauma was coupled with twisted images of Alruin’s betrayal. I could feel him under me whenever I went to bed, writhing, gasping and calling out Malric’s name. I woke up each morning with a sting in my heart, a sour taste on my tongue. Nothing seemed right, everything that I had built for so many years came crashing down that terrible night Alruin left. I swallowed and my heart splintered as I recalled the night before the ceremony. The jubilation and festivity in the air, the congratula

Malric At first, I had been drawn to this city, its beautiful walls and serene air, but by the time I was awake the next day and its people flooded the streets, everything changed. I loathed the boisterous air in the city so much, but Alruin seemed to love it. What I didn’t expect was for word about him to spread so quickly.‘The blood bearer’ he was called. Cain and the new girl, Nyari whispered words about Alruin as we walked through the streets of the city. I thought I would be recognized here, but Cain had told me that I didn’t need to draw a hoodie over my head, no one would know who I was. I still had my doubts. Vantheir was the most popular pack in our region, made possible by my father, who wouldn’t know who his son was? But it turned out that Cain was right. It felt so different when people looked at me and impassively looked away without bowing or acknowledging my presence. I felt completely invisible in a city that worshipped Alruin. Walking next to him practically turn