Semua Bab Mated To The Scarred Alpha: Bab 161 - Bab 170

LEAHI leave the old pack house before sunrise, my legs still a little unsteady, my chest tight for reasons I can’t begin to untangle. I try one more time to convince Lucian to come with me, just to walk back together, nothing dramatic, but he shuts down the second I suggest it.So I walk back alone.By the time I reach the main pack house, the halls are already busy. Warriors on patrol change shifts, omegas move crates of food, healers sort herbs. The whole place buzzes with movement, energy, life.And I feel like a ghost drifting through it.Days pass like that, me working, Lucian refusing to step back into the center of everything. He stays half-present, close enough to sense him, far enough to make it feel like a tease. I don’t push. Not because I don’t want to, but because every time I try, I feel him tense. Like he’s one wrong word away from disappearing again.Then, on the fifth morning, the Fae envoys request my presence.“We believe it’s time,” their leader, Seris, says as I

LEAHTraining becomes the only thing that keeps me sane.Every morning, before the sun even rises, I meet the Fae envoys in the clearing behind the pack house. They push me harder than anyone ever has, mentally, emotionally, physically. And weirdly… it feels right. Like my body has been waiting for this exact kind of pressure.“Your control is improving,” Serin says after I hold a stream of energy steady between my palms. “You’re close, Luna Leah. One step away from full hybrid mastery.”Hearing that should make me excited. It does, but it also knots something tight in my stomach, because the closer I get, the more obvious it becomes that Lucian refuses to stand beside me through any of this.I try not to think about him. But every time I close my eyes, the memory of his scars almost disappearing because of me flashes in my head. If I can heal him, fully heal him, maybe everything can still be fixed. I just need to get stronger. During meditation, Serin tells me to focus on the threa

LEAHThe first thing I feel is warmth pressed against my back, his arm heavy over my waist. For a second I don’t move, I just listen. Slow breaths, steady, his heartbeat against me instead of that numb silence he usually carries. Sunlight sneaks in through the broken blinds of the old pack house window, and everything looks softer than it should.Lucian shifts. I expect him to pull away and shut himself down before he can say the wrong thing. But instead, he curls closer. His chest touches my shoulder blade, and his palm spreads over my stomach gently. He’s so careful it feels like he’s afraid.“Leah,” he murmurs into my hair.I turn, propping myself on an elbow. His face is half in shadow, scars and all, but his eyes are clearer than I’ve seen in months. No haze, no panic. Just… him.He doesn’t look away. “I’m sorry,” he says. He sits up, elbows on his knees. “Not just for yesterday. Or for shutting you out. I’m sorry for… every time I made you carry us both. Every time I couldn’t lo

LEAHThe cheers don’t fade for days. The pack moves like they’re breathing together again, like someone finally unclenched a hand around their hearts. Lucian and I work side by side, planning patrol routes, helping the scouts map trade tunnels, and reviewing healer rotations. Slowly, people stop staring at his scars when he passes. They look at him the same way they used to. Time doesn’t heal everything, but it makes room for new life.One morning, I feel a kick so sharp it makes me gasp and drop the stack of patrol reports in my hands. Lucian looks at me with wide eyes, and for the first time in so long, I see him smile without effort. He kneels, presses his ear to my stomach, and I run my fingers through his hair while he whispers something quietly. I can’t even make the words out. Maybe he’s not speaking to me. Maybe he’s just talking to them, the babies.Pregnancy is chaos. I walk slower, smell everything, cry at stupid things. But the pack gets used to it. Theron pretends not to

LEAHI don’t hear the music or the screams or the warriors yelling orders. All I hear is my baby crying, fading, swallowed by that haze. The sound yanks something deep and ugly out of me.I’m already running. The world keeps splitting and merging around me, Zevara in every direction, holding my son, walking, running, laughing, disappearing. Different versions of her fill the field like a swarm of ghosts. Some hold him. Some don’t. Some have glowing eyes. Some have none.I can’t think. I just move.A hand grabs my arm. I whip around with my claws out, almost slash my own mother. She looks terrified, but I don’t have time to comfort her. I rip free and push forward.Wait… my mother's dead.My vision keeps doubling. My heart is hammering so hard it hurts. The grass is wet under my knees when I fall, and I don’t even remember tripping. I shut my eyes tight.Feel, not see.I reach for the part of me that isn’t wolf or human, Iyana, my fae side, and she responds instantly. She doesn’t ask f