All Chapters of Mated To The Scarred Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LUCIANTwo weeks, and I haven’t left this chair. Not since they pulled the arrow from Leah's side. Not since they said it might take her a long time to heal because it's silver. Not since she stopped moving and the light drained from her face.Her skin is still ghost-pale, and her lips cracked and dry. A sharp scent of blood and bitter herbs still cling to her like her own scent. I don’t know how many hours have passed. I don’t think I’ve breathed properly since then either. I just can't stop asking myself. Why did I leave her that day? Why did I?Over the past couple of days, the pack healers have come and gone, hovering like moths, changing her bandages, and doing everything they can. But all they tell me is that her body is getting better, but her soul seems too far off.Sasha tried to get me to rest. Theron said something about strategy, and I growled at him. No one tries anymore. They just leave food on the table and walk out quietly, while I sit here, watching my mate in pain.I

LEAHThe morning is awfully cold today. It's been more than two weeks and my wounds are almost fully healed. A normal wolf would heal from an arrow wound in a matter of hours, but me being my wolfless self, I'm still stuck in my bed.I stare at the ceiling like it's supposed to blink. The huge blankets covering me are warm, but my skin is cold, too cold. Lucian brought me flowers this morning, again. He barely said a word, just set them on the windowsill and tucked the corner of my blanket. He probably thought I was still asleep. Maybe I wanted him to think I was. He didn’t kiss me this time. He just muttered something I couldn't make out in my pretend sleep, and smiled a little. I breathe in slowly, the scent of the white jasmine he brought clinging to the air like a memory. Why won’t he mark me?I press my hand to my chest, my skin bare. A silent thought creeps in my head like a fog. Maybe he won’t because I don’t have a wolf.I bite my lip.Maybe I’m not enough. Alpha’s are know

LUCIANThe moon seems a little too bright tonight. The harsh silver light spills through the window, cutting sharp lines across the stone walls of my office.Thankfully, Leah's better, and she's resting now. The healers found an antidote just in time. My insides are boiling. I’m… twitching. My jaw locks so tight it hurts, and my fists clench at my sides like they’re trying to hold back a storm. Heat crawls up my neck, settling behind my eyes.Emily? Possessed? How? I can’t sit, I can’t lie down. I’m pacing like an animal in a cage. Because someone… can even call her someone? Something got into my home and poisoned my mate right under my nose, my command. And I didn’t see it coming.“You should sleep,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair.“Why?” Fenrir snarls from the shadows of my mind. “So you can pretend none of this happened?”I pace round the room, jaw clenched.“You’re burning through your nerves,” I say, trying to make it about him.“No. You are,” he snaps. “Because if yo

LUCIANThe car engine hums low like a caged beast as we travel through the packs. I sit in the back seat, one leg bouncing, the other still. Fenrir growls inside me, agitated. He hates this. “Faster,” he growls. “We should’ve been there already.”“We’ll get there,” I mutter.“You’re too calm, too fucking calm! They touched what’s ours.”“And that’s why I’m not storming in blind.”“They poisoned her, they left her bleeding in our arms, and you’re sitting still?”“I’m not still,” I grit out. “I’m calculating. If we lose control now, we lose the kill.”He snarls savagely. “I don’t just want the kill, I want the slaughter. I want their bones under our claws. I want their screams to echo in their goddess-damned bloodlines.”“You think I don’t?”Then why are we in this metal coffin, crawling?My voice lowers, dangerously controlled. “Because Leah’s still breathing, and she needs me alive. Not torn up in some half-shifted frenzy with my guts in my hands.”He goes silent for a while. Then h

LUCIAN“This is too quiet” I mutter under my breath, “too damn quiet.” Even with warriors murmuring near fires, with boots crunching leaves in the distance, everything seems awfully quiet to me. It's just too still, like the forest is holding its breath.I sit in the dim flicker of the oil lantern, its scent sharp and metallic. We had flawless victory in the battle, no casualties. But my mind just won't rest. The warriors are all over the camp celebrating before we return to the pack, and I'm supposed to join them too. But I can't, because I know deep down, that this is far from over.I eye the scroll on the table, remembering its haunting content, and the ugly stench of blood that stained it. My knuckles are still split, healing slowly. The screams of the rogues that I killed echo in my head slowly. Or were they already dead? It looked like they were soulless already. Anyway, we won. And I should feel better for that, but I don’t.Leah’s face stuck to my mind like it's glied, it jus