All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Lincoln's POVAs we enter English, I notice Sam sitting at a desk across the aisle from mine.Curiosity gets the better of me, and I lean over, extending a hand. “Hello, Sam, is it? I’m Lincoln Grey, future Alpha of the Shadow Pack. It’s nice to meet you.”He shakes me hand “Sam, Sam Williamson”He pauses, looking at me appraisingly, a small smile playing at his lips as he shakes my hand. “I didn’t think that squirt with the chip on his shoulder I met just now was the future Alpha I’d heard about.”His words catch me off guard, and I raise an eyebrow at him, intrigued. “What have you heard?”“This and that,” he says with a casual shrug. Goddess, that sounds ominous. I decide to steer the conversation to safer ground. “Where have you transferred from?”“My

Xander's POVIt feels like everything is flying by lately. We’ve been so focused on overhauling the training schedules and implementing the new structure that I barely noticed how quickly time has passed. Now that the changes are finally in place, I can’t believe the difference it’s made. Instead of massive training sessions crammed with everyone at once, we’ve split into smaller groups of about 20 to 50 wolves. It’s more intense, more focused, and we’ve been working harder than ever.The guys and I have been moved into the warrior groups because we’re too advanced for the non-ranked 16- to 18-year-old group. Dad is already pushing us towards the elite teams, which is fine by me. I like the challenge. With the new military structure in place, everything feels sharper, more organized. We’ve created six squads, each with 50 wolves, as well as an elite force of 12. Each squad has its own leader, lieutenant, and strategist, all reporting directly to our new head warrior, Adam Cox. The eli

Xander's POVBefore I can get much further, cheers erupt from behind me.“Excellent, Oscar! And Max, well done!” Greg’s voice carries across the field.I glance back, and sure enough, both Oscar and Max have managed it. They’re standing in wolf form, looking smug as hell. My stomach sinks.‘Great,’ I mutter internally. ‘Now the pressure’s on.’Atlas chuckles softly in my mind. ‘Forget them. Focus on us. This isn’t about beating anyone else. This is about us. Let me in, and let’s do this.’I square my shoulders, take another deep breath, and try again.I focus on my breathing, letting it settle into a steady rhythm. A strange sensation ripples through me, as though Atlas is pushing himself under my skin.‘That’s it. Breathe again and open our eyes.’ His voice is calm but insistent.I do as he says, and when I open my eyes, the world looks different. Colours seem more vibrant, edges sharper, and I can see the faint shimmer of heat rising from the mats. My senses feel alive in a way I’ve

Zahra's POVThe girls head home not long after, promising to meet me tomorrow after graduation for our mini celebration. Once they’re gone, I realize I’m way too restless to just sit in my room or zone out in front of the TV. The nerves are crawling under my skin, making me feel like a trapped animal.With a groan, I decide to head to the basement gym. Lifting weights for a couple of hours seems like the only way to burn off the extra energy—and, let’s face it, stop me from spiralling into panic mode. By the time I finish, my muscles are screaming, my body is drenched in sweat, and my mind is blissfully blank.Feeling infinitely better, I drag myself back upstairs, eager to hit the shower before dinner.As we eat, the chatter around the table is electric with excitement. The day after tomorrow, we head to the royal pack for the A

Zarah's POVAfter a lovely evening giggling with Sienna and Abby, I barely slept. My excitement was through the roof. I can’t wait to see the palace, test myself against some truly skilled opponents, and experience the Alpha King’s training camp. At least, I hope I get to go. No one has explicitly said I’m allowed, but surely… right? If not, does that mean I won’t see the guys all summer? I suppose that wouldn’t be much different from every other summer. Still, I hope I’m included.As soon as the first rays of sunlight peek through my window, I give up on sleep. I get up, make my bed, and check through my wardrobe one last time to make sure I’ve packed everything. After a quick shower, I dress in a pair of white denim shorts and a light blue T-shirt with delicate, see-through lace detailing over the shoulders and neckline. It’s practical but also a little girly. I’ve been enjoying dressing more femininely now that I’m not stuck wearing all my brother’s hand-me-downs.I pull my hair in