บททั้งหมดของ Mated To The Scarred Alpha: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

LEAHEvelyn yanks on the chain of my cuffs, dragging me across the stone floor. My knees scrape against the rough ground, leaving raw burns. She doesn’t care. She only laughs, the sound sharp and eery, echoing like the cries of a broken doll.When she finally lets go, I collapse in the center of the room, the stink of the stale, old blood on the walls curling in my nose. She circles me slowly, like she’s inspecting some kind of experiment, Damn it! I knew vampires were evil, with their red, devilish eyes. But I didn’t know it was this much. She hasn’t even broken a sweat, it’s like this is all she does all her life.“Shift,” she says casually, twirling the dagger in her hand like it’s nothing more than a toy. “Go on, little silver wolf. Show me your magic. Show me what makes you so special.”I keep my head down, my chest heaving. I can barely move, but I manage a whisper. “No.”Her laugh is loud this time, mocking. She stops in front of me and gives an exaggerated bow, her long hair f

LEAHEvelyn’s dagger slides free from my thigh with a sickening sound. Blood spills fast, mixing with the old stains on the stone, fuck! She wipes the blade clean on my torn clothes like I’m nothing more than a rag.She tilts her head slightly, watching me shake as the pain cuts to my core. A sick cackle breaks from her mouth, making my ears hurt. “Still not shifting? Impressive. Stupid, but impressive.”I bite down hard, tasting iron in my mouth. My body screams, but I don’t move. If I do, she wins.She pouts suddenly, lips pushing out like a spoiled child. “You’re no fun, Leah. All this silence. Don’t you want to scream? Uhmm? Try crying, or even begging?” She lowers her voice to a mocking whisper. “That’s what your precious packmates did before they died. And guess what? It didn’t help them either.”Anger surges hot through me. She’s lying, she has to be. The pack is fine, Lucian’s got them. Lucian’s got everything under control. He has to…Evelyn straightens, strolling toward a w

LUCIANThe healer’s office smells like herbs and smoke. I sit on the stone bench with my shirt off, my skin marked with scratches and bruises from losing control earlier. The old healer, Maren, works in silence, her hands moving steady as she spreads ointment across the cuts on my shoulder.“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard again, Alpha” she mutters, not looking up. “Your body can only take so much before it breaks down.”“I don’t have time to take it easy,” I answer flatly. “I don’t care if it breaks down. I just need it to hold together long enough to tear my enemies apart.”Maren’s hands still for a second. “And the Luna? You want to find her half-dead? What good will you be to her then?”I clench my jaw, staring at the wall, refusing to give her the satisfaction of an answer. She’s still fussing over my bandaged side when the door bursts open. Hayes steps in, his face stiff.“Alpha,” he says, bowing his head quickly. “A royal from Thornveil has arrived. He’s brought an envoy,

LEAHThe scrape of the iron door pulls me out of a half-sleep. My head jerks up, the sound already familiar. My body aches everywhere, wrists raw from silver cuffs, skin lined with burns that haven’t healed.Evelyn steps in, her hair smooth, lips painted a dark red that makes her fangs gleam sharper. Behind her, two black-eyed wolves drag chains across the floor. The sound grates against my ears, setting my nerves on fire.“Good morning, sunshine,” Evelyn sings, tilting her head as if she’s greeting an old friend. “Sleep well? Oh wait…” her smirk spreads, “...you don’t, do you?”I clench my jaw. I won’t give her the satisfaction.She tuts and circles my cage, her heels clicking. “Still stubborn. I admire it, really. But it’s getting boring.” She snaps her fingers, and the wolves unlock the cage. The cuffs bite deeper as they yank me out, dragging me across the stone floor.“Get up,” Evelyn orders.When I don’t move fast enough, one of the wolves jerks the chain and I stumble to my kne

LEAHThe familiar sound of boots on stone makes my chest tighten. I don’t even need to see her to know who it is, Evelyn. Her presence clings to the air like smoke, suffocating me.She steps into view, her lips curved in that cruel little smirk. “Well, look at you. Still trying so hard” She tilts her head as if she’s admiring me. “Honestly, I’m impressed. Most wolves would have begged to die by now.”I don’t answer. My throat is already raw, my voice cracked from too many screams. If I open my mouth, I know she’ll only enjoy it more.Her eyes glitter. “Oh baby, giving me the silent treatment again? That’s fine. I brought something new for you today.”She signals, and two black-eyed wolves drag in a crate. The smell of metal hits me before I see what’s inside. Silver tools. Blades, hooks, clamps, each one looking crueler than the last. My stomach twists.She crouches in front of my cage, sliding the blade through the bars and nicking my arm before I can move. The sting is instant, the