All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Tobias's POVEventually, Xander gets a mind-link from his mum, calling us down to dinner. The group starts to make their way downstairs, the usual chatter and noise filling the air. As we stand, I see Sebastian step toward Zahra, his hand reaching for her arm. She pulls away sharply, and while I cannot hear what she says over the chatter, her expression leaves no doubt that she is far from pleased.I step forward, offering my arm to her. “Zahra, will you allow me to escort you to dinner?”She glances at me, a relieved smile lighting up her face. “Thank you, Prince Tobias, that would be very welcome.”I scowl playfully at her. “Tobias,” I correct.She giggles softly, her eyes sparkling. “Sorry. Thank you, Tobias.”“That’s better.” She rests her hand on my forearm, and together we head toward the staircase.Sebastian does not follow immediately, and for a brief moment, we are alone as we descend. Dropping my voice so only she can hear, I ask, “Are you all right, little one?”She looks u

Zahra's POVMy tears blur my vision as I sprint away from the bonfire. I can’t believe Zach. Is that really how he feels? Hogging the spotlight? Seriously? I was fucking attacked! How is surviving something that horrific the same as grabbing attention?Zanthe paces restlessly in my mind, her energy radiating frustration, but she keeps sending calming waves of love through me. ‘It’s not your fault, Z. They’ve suffocated you ever since, and you never asked for that. They’re projecting their issues onto you.’‘I know,’ I snap back, swallowing hard as I push my legs to move faster. ‘But it doesn’t stop it from hurting. I didn’t ask for any of this.’I can’t help it. The hot sting of tears falls harder, and my sobs leave me gasping for air. My legs slow, almost of their own accord, as the lack of oxygen drags me down. I come to a stop, bracing my hands on my knees as sobs shake my chest. It’s like every horrible thing I’ve kept bottled up is breaking free all at once, spilling out of me li

Max's POVThis week has been a complete shit show. I still can’t believe what Zach said to Zahra on Tuesday night. Honestly, I’m disgusted. How could a brother say something like that to his sister, especially a sister who’s been through what Zahra has? Every time I see him, I have to fight the urge to knock his teeth in. The only thing that’s kept his face intact is the fact he seems genuinely wrecked over it. But still, what the hell was he thinking?Zahra has been avoiding us all like the plague, and she’s steering clear of the Alpha house too. They’re taking it hard, but what do they expect? As for Sebastian, he’s persona non grata after it came out that he cheated on her. He’s been moping around like a kicked puppy, but that’s on him. Frankly, I nearly punched his lights out at the time, and I probably should have. I saw him brush her off, the way he dismissed her like she didn’t matter—it still boils my blood. But then he went further and kissed that Rebecca girl. Zahra is way t

Max's POVBianca stands, and she and Christine head over to their dads on the lawn. Seb gets up and stalks toward the front of the house, clearly waiting for Noah and Ralph to arrive.Quietly, I lean toward Zahra. “Zahra, I’m sorry this is happening. I know you’re going to wipe the floor with them, but can I ask you a favour?”She glances up at me from her bacon, her expression flat. “I am not throwing this fight. You can forget that right now.”I can’t help but smile. “I would never ask that. Honestly, I’m looking forward to watching you demolish them.” Her lips twitch slightly, but I press on. “Here’s the thing. We’ve been having trouble with those two for a while. Seb has two alternatives for Gamma and Delta, and we’ve been trying to find a way to replace Christine an

Zahra's POVAfter dinner, the guys head upstairs to their floor, and once I’ve helped Alison clean up, I flop onto the couch in the living room, pulling a blanket over myself. I turn on the TV, letting the familiar theme song of some sitcom hum through the room. I’m not really watching it; the noise is just a distraction from the endless loop of thoughts swirling in my head.‘You need to talk to them,’ Zanthe’s voice cuts through, soft but firm.‘Not now, Z. I’m not ready,’ I argue, pulling the blanket tighter around me like it’s some sort of armour.‘They’re your family, Zahra. If you keep running, it’s only going to hurt more—for all of you.’I sigh, her words cutting through my defences. ‘What if they don’t actually mean it, Z? What if it’s just guilt, and once this blows over, they go right back to ignoring me?’‘And what if they don’t? What if this is the start of something new?’ Her voice is steady, resolute. ‘You’ve already proven you’re strong enough to stand alone, but you do