All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Heather's POVA hand-span above the treetops the moon hangs fat and golden, smudging silver along the rim of the royal clearing. Honeysuckle rides the late-summer breeze, thick enough to taste, and the bonfire sends a roar of sparks up to meet the stars. Laughter rolls around the circle of benches, louder than the crack of pine knots splitting inside the flames.Nicholas—my big brother, the king’s Beta and tonight’s groom—throws his head back and bellows at one of Anthony’s terrible stories. The firelight catches the edge of his smile and I cannot help answering it. Home wouldn’t be home without Nick’s laughter.I have missed this din, this firelit chaos. Four years ago, Cole rode in with Alpha Lucas on a diplomatic visit, our eyes met, the bond snapped into place—and I left for Blood Moon in the same car that carried the delegation home. Since then, Cole’s work as Beta and the Shadow Pack border skirmishes have kept us pinned to our territory. I brought Zach to meet my parents once a

Heather's POVEver since that night in the Royal Pack, when we met the Oracle, things between Cole and me have been strained. I think he does not fully believe what she told us, yet at the same time, he cannot refute an Oracle’s words.Having our pregnancy revealed by a stranger certainly did not help. But more than that, I think he is scared.Our pack is in the thick of a brutal war with Shadow Pack, and the idea of bringing another child into the chaos terrifies him. But knowing that she—our daughter—is destined to “stand against the darkness” has shaken him to his core.We have argued many times.He has even suggested sending me and Zach away, back to my parents, to keep us safe. But I refuse to be separated from my mate. Indefinitely. I know he means well, but I will not run and hide while he fights to protect our home.Still, I stew over the pieces the Oracle told me privately—the things she did not want Cole to know. I have not shared them with him. If she had wanted him to know

Zahra's POVMy feet sink softly into the moss-covered ground, as I walk slowly through the sun dappled trees. The air is filled with the sweet scent of honeysuckle, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest. The Birds swoop amongst the branches above my hair, weaving their songs in a delicate harmony that seems to guide my steps.Each stride feels purposeful, as if an unseen force is gently pulling me forwards. I feel that something important is hidden just out of my line of sight, if I can just keep going…Suddenly a gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead and causes my long dirty blonde hair to flutter around me like a halo. As I brush my hair out of my eyes the whispering breeze carries my name, "Zahra," faintly through the trees.I stop, straining my eyes through the shadowy thicket ahead of me, straining to catch that elusive voice while trying to suppress the shiver rolling down my spine. BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!I jump awake and snooze my alarm before it can wake the others.M

Zahra's POV“I thought teenagers needed loads of sleep? Or is that just my sons excuse for being lazy?”Shit!! Gamma Austin’s Booming voice makes me jump, I duck, spin on my bench towards the noise and drop my textbook. My heart is fluttering in my chest as I stare wide eyed at him, it takes a couple of seconds for my brain to register that I’m not under attack. I look up to see Gamma Austin ‘s eyebrows are raised and he’s staring at me like I’ve lost my mind.“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, Atomic structure fascinates me” I lie, still slightly out of breath after my mini panic attack.“How long have you been here? It’s not even 5.30am yet?”I check my watch, “only about 5 minutes” technically not a lie, he didn’t ask how long I’ve been out exercising for.Gamma Austin gives me a slight smirk, as if he knows exactly what I’m hiding.I ignore it and go and put my book away, and head over to the training area in the middle of the field to start stretching outOur tr

Zahra's POVSabrina, Kelly, and Rosa; otherwise known as the High Heel Hyenas, have made my school life a never-ending nightmare since I set foot in high school.Here’s a little nugget of wisdom about me: I’m actually quite the brainiac. Technically, I should still be in 8th grade, but two years ago, my middle school recommended I skip ahead. I managed to get my hands on the paperwork and fill it out before my dad even noticed. I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t realize I’ve been in high school this whole time; Zach’s been blissfully silent on the subject, and my dad would have to speak to me to acknowledge it, which is, frankly, not on his to-do list.When I started high school at 12, it was clear that 9th-grade work wasn’t going to cut it. My teachers quickly advanced me to sophomore classes, and by the end of my first year, I was already taking junior-level classes. Now, at 14, I’m in my senior year, set to graduate at the end of this academic year.To make things more interesting, I