Todos los capítulos de Mated To The Scarred Alpha: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

LEAHI don't remember falling asleep, but I remember the way Lucian’s voice clung to the walls of my thoughts long after he left."You haven’t earned that yet."I keep replaying it, over and over again, like some lullaby. I don’t even know what I was thanking him for, maybe for staying. For not looking at me like I was a burden. For calling me his in a moment so charged I’m still trembling the next morning.My body aches like I’ve been trampled by a herd of bison, but there’s something oddly… satisfying about it. It's a different kind of high, painful, but pleasurable.I try to get up quietly. Every bone in my body protests, but I make it to the small mirror hanging crooked above the dresser. My reflection stares back like a stranger, pale, bruised, hair wild. I touch my lips slowly tjoughts of last night and Lucian’s scnet flood my senses again. He was close, too close. And the worst part? I didn’t want him to move away. I remember my lips aching for him badly as his breathe touch m

LUCIANLeah’s still asleep when I pull away. The sheets are tangled around her legs, her lips slightly parted, and hair sprawled across her pillow like ink bleeding through silk. My scent is all over her now, on her skin, even between her thighs.And yet, I'm the one who feels possessed. The soft heaves of her breath call to me as I take a full glance at her, the blanket dropping a little too low for my Lycan to be calm about. I find my shirt on the floor, pulling it on slowly as I shake myself off my thoughts trying to get back together.“Get your shit together Lucian”, I mutter to myself as I climbed off the bed. Another second beside her, and I won't be able to hold myself, I’ll mark her. Goddess help me, I almost did last night. I almost made her mine in every way, and she would’ve let me.The thought should please me, but it doesn't. It burns, low and deep in my chest, because for the first time in a long time, I’m not sure if I’m the one doing the controlling anymore. I leave wi

LEAHSasha throws a towel at my face. Not gently. "Fists higher, you blink too much when you punch," she says, rolling her eyes.I huff, catching the towel and wiping the sweat from my neck. "Sorry I'm not a born warrior with flawless eyebrows, and resting death face." Her mouth twitches into something that looks like a smile. Or maybe it’s a snarl, it's hard to tell with Sasha. We're alone on the eastern training grounds. Just us, a few dummies with stab wounds, and my aching pride. The morning sun burns hot against my back, and I'm already regretting saying yes to this session. But I also don’t want to be weak anymore. Not when Lucian has decided not to mark me or provide a reasonable reason for not doing so. I just couldn't shake the feeling of rejection off of me, so training felt like the best option. Sasha had given me the day off, but I couldn't take it, I needed a distraction.She circles me again, her long braid swinging behind her wildly. "Do it again. Proper stance this

LEAHI wake up to a dim room, my body aching like it doesn't belong to me. I scan the room slowly. The curtains are drawn halfway, letting in just enough light to paint golden lines across the stone floor. My legs feel like noodles under the sheets, a dull ache in my thighs and arms reminding me of yesterday… the sparring, the sleepwalking. And the way Lucian carried me into the room in his arms, and stayed… for a while, at least.My fingers trace the pillow beside me. It's still warm, and still smells like him. I curl closer to it before forcing myself to sit up. I might be falling for him more than I want to admit. And it's more than just the mate bond, I'm genuinely falling in love with Alpha Lucian. The Goddess knows he'll be the death of me.As I sit up, brushing my hair back from my face, I feel something fall from it. I pull the sheets away to take a closer look and I see that it's a single hair strand. I almost toss it in the bin, but then I notice that it's glowing faintly, l

LEAHThe wind hits my face like a cold slap the moment I step outside. It's sharp, and clean, biting at my lungs, exactly what I needed to get my mind off him.My body aches from longing as I walk towards the training grounds, each person passing by giving a courtly bow as I walk past them, some even go as far as calling me. Luna? It still feels weird hearing the title being addressed to me. And maybe it would be a lot better if the so-called Alpha made me feel anything like it. He always leaves. And I hate that I still want him, whether he’s here or not. He won't even mark me, and I'm going crazy over him. My skin is still on fire from his touch and my inner thighs are tingling, calling for him.Shit. I’m thinking about him again. I mentally slap myself. I just can't seem to get over the fact that he just walked out like he hadn’t lit a match and dropped it in the middle of my chest. Who does that?I should be angry. Goddess, I want to be. But I can't… not when I can't get over how