All Chapters of Mated To The Scarred Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LEAHThe trees thicken as we drive deeper into the forest, winding past branches clawing at the windows like old fingers. I sit beside Lucian in the back of the sleek, black limo, staring out into the blur of green and gray. My thoughts keep circling back to days before. To the way he looked at me, and to the things he finally said about his ex-mate, Elara. What he said about how she broke him, and how he’s scared I’ll do the same.I should feel wounded, insulted, maybe. But I don’t, not really. I know what fear looks like in a man like him who’s used to blood and war, not softness. What he gave me today wasn’t a wound, it was a wound opening. He trusted me enough to let me see what bleeds inside him.And the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m not afraid of his scars. I want them, all of them. I want him.“Where are we going?” I ask softly, watching his beautiful face. There’s a gentleness in the set of his jaw now. He’s not the same Alpha who ripped through rogues la

LEAHMy eyes flutter awake as the only presence giving me rest and comfort is suddenly gone. The sheets are still warm.“Where’s he?” I mutter.I reach across the bed, my eyes still fogged from sleep, expecting to feel his chest, and his huge arms. I wanted to feel his hand, waiting to tangle with mine again like it did last night.But there’s nothing. It's just heat, and then… empty space.I sit up, the blanket slipping down my waist. The air’s a little colder, and hollow without him. I actually sensed him standing up, like he kissed me on the forehead before leaving. But I'm not sure.Maybe he went to shower, I tell myself.No. I’d hear it. Lucian isn’t exactly quiet when he moves. He’s heavy-footed, and he stalks. Even when he tries not to be.I slide out of bed slowly, stretching my toes against the cool wooden floor. My skin still tingles from his touch. Damn, I want that man, my mate.I wrap a robe around myself, nothing fancy, just soft and grey. I stare at the closed door, not

LEAHThe silence in my room presses down like wet fog, thick with things I can't even name.I haven’t opened the curtains in three days. Or maybe four. The moon has passed overhead in phases, but I’ve stopped counting. I just didn't have the strength.I've lost my strength for a lot of things. Eating, talking, sleeping, even breathing, at least the kind that feels like living.The image of that day just won’t leave me. Another woman with my mate. Her hands on his face, and his lips on hers. That stunned, frozen moment where I stood at the doorway watching them, as my heart shattered into pieces.I didn't cry, at least not right away. I couldn't let them see me broken. Lucian has already seen me as a broken doll without a wolf, can't let him see more of that. That night, I heard him call, but I just couldn't open the door. “Leah, please… open up.” I remember him calling while I did not respond. “I should’ve stopped her,” he continued. I should’ve told you everything, before she had t

LUCIANLeah, I see her before I even hear her. It's been three days and we've still not spoken to each other. We’ve seen each other a couple of times, but we haven't spoken, or touched. It's like she's avoiding me, or maybe it's me avoiding her. Just like I am doing again right now.She’s stepping into the garden, the late afternoon light soft against her skin, strands of her hair catching the golden sun like threads of fire. The garden is now her only comfort zone. She walks slowly to the stone bench near the moonflowers and sits, folding into herself.I watch her from the upper landing, hidden behind the stained glass of the corridor. My heart hurts at the hollowness in her gaze, she’s breathing like her ribs hurt.“She saw you kiss Elara. What did you expect?” Fenrir snarls.My hand tightens against the balustrade, and somehow, she looks up and her eyes find mine through the glass, just for a second. And then she looks away like I’m nothing, she walks away from my sight, towards th

LEAHThe silence between us is louder than the hum of the tires against the road.I sit by the window, watching trees blur past us. The sun dips behind grey clouds, painting everything in the car, gold and silver. A whole week has passed since that day in the garden when Lucian kissed me and I pushed him, and walked away angrily, leaving him standing.And not once in that time has he come to see me, not once. He just sends Sasha, or some random servant to pass his messages to me. Goddess knows I'd be lying if I said it doesn't hurt.I fold my arms tightly, as I glance at him. He's looking out the other window, his jaw set like stone. He’s been like this since we left—silent, unreadable, perfectly composed. So composed it makes me want to scream. He hasn’t looked at me once since we got in the car.I bite my lip.Is it because I pushed him away?I close my eyes, fighting the memory of his lips on mine, the way his hands were desperate to caress my body, the way I also melted into him,