Semua Bab Mated To The Scarred Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Aiden’s scent grows stronger as I walk towards Princess Layla’s room, my head bowed and face glued to the floor. I never dare raise it or the Alpha would get angry. I smell my mate again, his scent so close that it is almost as if he is right inside Layla's room. I fumble with my fingers as I think about it. It's quite unusual of him to come looking for me. Usually, I'm the one trying to get his attention whenever I see him at the warriors’ training everyday. “What could have brought him here?” I quiz myself as I move closer to the room, his scent and hers drawing me into muffled grunts and moans.“Layla, can I come in?" No answer. I hold my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs as I press my ear closer to the door, the groans and moans growing louder.“Maybe I’m just being paranoid” I try convincing myself. . “Maybe she’s watching a movie, or just moving things around, maybe…”“Oh baby, harder!” My ears snap up as Layla’s eerie voice cuts through the rambling in my head.“Th

It isn't long before all the dignitaries are summoned to the great dining hall. The Lycan Alpha clearly has no tolerance for delay. The other maids and I rush in and out of the hall, placing dishes, and ensuring the drinks are perfectly arranged. Even though the Lycan Alpha said he wanted no festivities, it'd be suicidal for our pack not to prepare a feast. Compared to the Bloodmoon Pack, our Blueridge Pack is nothing. Rumor has it their wolves are the strongest in all the lands, and to make it all worse, their Alpha isn't just a wolf. He's a Lycan.By the time the table is fully set, Alpha Terran, Beta Jarek, and the other high-ranking members of our pack are already seated. The guests from the Bloodmoon pack sit across from them, their storm-grey eyes making them impossible to miss.Everyone is present except for the supposed bride and groom, Layla, and the Lycan Alpha. From where I stand, I can see the anxiety written all over Alpha Terran’s face, his fingers drumming impatiently

Alpha Lucian’s words echo in my head as I quietly follow him down the hallway. “You're mine now little flower, mine!”Me, mated to the scarred Alpha?It all feels like a fever dream, one I might wake up from any second. His chambers are on the east wing of the pack house, an area reserved only for august visitors like the lycan Alpha. And here I am being led there by the lycan Alpha himself.His scent hits me like a wall as he pushes the door open. It clings to my skin, seeping into my lungs until it’s all I can taste. I feel it wrap around my body like invisible chains, dragging my heartbeat into a faster and harder rhythm. The room itself is a fortress of luxury, clearly designed by Alpha Terran to impress his guests. Dark wood panels polished to a glossy sheen line the walls. Heavy velvet curtains pool against the black marble floor, and a huge fireplace blazes along the wall. My stomach drops as he releases my hand, the warmth of his touch fading. He struts to the bed, sitting

LEAHThe air outside bites softly against my skin as I step out. I hesitate for a moment at the door, curling my fingers around the hem of the dress Lucian gave me. The dress makes me feel different. It fits like it was made just for me, hugging my body in the right places. Lucian stands by the car, tall and imposing in a black shirt rolled at the sleeves and matching pants. His hair is still rough from sleep, and his eyes are piercing. His gaze lifts the moment he sees me, his eyes scanning me throughly."You look... perfect," he says, voice smooth, low, and dangerously soft "Emerald suits you."Heat rushes to my cheeks. I murmur a quiet, "Thank you," as I glance down, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve.To my surprise, he steps forward and opens the car door, holding it like some regal gentleman."After you," he says.I slip into the sleek black vehicle, the scent of leather and his cologne instantly enveloping me. It’s rich and warm, like pine, and cedar. Goosebumps erupt on m