All Chapters of Mated To The Scarred Alpha: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

LEAH The morning light cuts through the clouds, washing Bloodmoon in a dull gold. The pack grounds are noisy again, wolves shouting orders, and children running between tents that were never meant to be permanent. It should feel like life returning to normal. It doesn’t.Lucian hasn’t come back.Every time I pass the old pack house, I feel the pull to go there, to knock on his door again, but I don’t. Not today. Today, the pack needs a leader, someone who actually shows up.“Leah,” Theron calls, walking up beside me, his arms full of reports and patrol charts. His eyes are ringed with dark circles. “We’ve got a problem with the eastern border. Scouts say more refugees are arriving, maybe forty of them.”“Forty?” I exhale, rubbing my forehead. “We’re already short on food and blankets.”“Yeah,” he mutters. “We can’t keep taking everyone in. The supply lines are thin, and the storage is…”“I’ll handle it,” I cut in. “Tell Hayes to stretch the rations and move some of the pups’ training

LEAHI stand outside the old pack house again, my hand hovering over the door like it’s some invisible barrier I can’t cross. The place looks worse every time I come here, boarded windows, broken walls, the scent of dust and burnt wood. It feels haunted now.I knock once. No answer.“Lucian, please,” I say quietly. “You don’t have to talk. Just… let me in.”Silence.I can hear him moving inside, though, footsteps dragging, the creak of old floorboards. He’s there. He just doesn’t want me to see him. I press my palm against the wood. “Orion told us the truth. Caelum’s doing all this because of his mate. Maybe we can use that, maybe it’s not too late to stop this without losing more people.”Still nothing. Just the sound of wind through broken glass.I sigh, the lump in my throat growing heavier. “You can shut everyone out if you want. But I’m still here, Lucian. I’m not leaving you.”When no sound comes again, I turn and walk away before I start crying for the third time this week.Bac

LEAHThe illusion incident shakes everyone harder than I expected. Overnight, the whole pack turns paranoid. Even the slightest sound behind a wall makes people jump. By morning, I’ve got half the warriors demanding we put guards on every doorway. The other half just want to run.“We can’t fight shadows,” Theron says beside me, rubbing his temples as we stand in the center of the training yard. “If people don’t believe what’s real anymore, we’re already losing.”“Then we teach them,” I answer, loud enough for the pack members gathered to hear. “No one’s running. No one’s hiding. We fight with our minds this time.”A few of them exchange doubtful glances, but they stay quiet.I climb onto the nearest platform and look over the crowd. “You’ve all seen what Zevara can do. She can make you believe what isn’t there. Smell it, touch it, even love it. But she can’t control you unless you let her in.”Someone in the crowd, probably one of the younger wolves, calls out, “How are we supposed to

LEAHBy the time I reach the main office, Theron is already inside, flipping through reports with the same exhausted look he’s worn for weeks. His shirt is wrinkled. His hair is a mess. And his eyes say he’s barely slept.“Terran’s pack is settling in,” he says without looking up. “But we need a system. If more packs come, the border won’t hold.”“We’ll make it hold,” I answer, shutting the door behind me. “And we’re not doing this alone anymore.”He finally lifts his head. “Meaning?”“I’m calling a gathering,” I say. “Every allied alpha still willing to stand with us. We need a coordinated plan, not random patrols and blind guesses.”Theron blinks. “A gathering? You? Hosting?”“Why do you sound surprised?” I frown.“I’m not,” he says quickly. “Just… proud.”That softens something in my chest. I don’t have time to unpack it.“We’ll need space, guards, updated intel, everything,” I say. “Help me get the word out?”“Already on it.” He stands, straightening his posture. “Just tell me wha

LEAHLucian is still holding Orion’s letter when I walk ahead of him into the strategy room with Theron. His knuckles are white around the paper, his jaw tight. I’m really pissed. No one speaks at first, the tension is so thick it feels like the walls are holding their breath.“Everyone sits,” Lucian says, voice low and rough. “Now.”We do.He lays the letter on the table. A few wolves curse under their breath. Others shift in their seats, restless, scared. Lucian looks straight at me, and for a second, I see something like guilt flicker across his face.“We’re locking down borders,” he continues. “No one moves without reporting to me or Theron. No one travels alone.”I fold my arms. “So what, we just sit here and wait for her to make the first move?”“Leah…”“No.” I lean forward, frustration in my voice. “We can’t survive another surprise attack. We can’t keep reacting. We need to find her first.”Theron nods. “She’s right. A defensive strategy only delays death. An offensive one giv