All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Tobias's POVWe head outside, Zahra giving Dad a small wave. It strikes me that Zahra has never bowed to me or my father, at least not since our first meeting. Most wolves instinctively show submission, but Zahra never does. It says a lot about her power.I have no idea what to say as we walk—her presence calms me, but my mind is chaotic after everything we learned. The anxiety of keeping her safe tightens in my chest. I brood over it in silence until she speaks.“Has Lottie mentioned anything about her training sessions?” Her voice is quiet as we stroll through the garden path, where the air smells of lavender and honeysuckle.I think. “No, not really. She complains about hating training, but that is all I know. Why?”Zahra stops, tilting her head up at me. “Do you trust me?”Her question catches me off guard, but the answer is immediate. “Of course.” I must sound more sincere than I intended, because she blushes.“Could you drop me off at Lottie’s practice? Introduce me as Nicholas’

Zahra's POVThen everything changes. He charges again, and this time there is no pretence of training.He tries to grapple me, hands lunging for my arms. I duck, slide under his grip, and ram my knee into his stomach. He grunts, staggering.“You fucking bitch,” he snarls, spittle flying.“Not just a pretty little face, am I?” I retort, adrenaline spiking.“You think you are so great,” he hisses, eyes wild. “Just wait. You will get what is coming to you soon enough.”That has Zanthe and me both on high alert. I open the mind-link to Tobias so he can hear and see what I do. I do not know how I know how—only that I do.It is like a mask falls from Joey’s face, and the “friendly royal trainer” vanishes. In his place is a snarling, cruel, calculating predator.He rushes me again, hurling a flurry of blows while snarling curses under his breath. He is good but nowhere near unstoppable. I evade a takedown attempt by rolling forward, but before I regain my footing, his hands lock onto me.Not

Tobias's POVWhat the hell am I thinking? What possessed me to bring her up here? I should have taken her to a guest room downstairs or let her go back to the Beta residence. Her scent in the steamy air was driving me insane, intensifying until it wrapped around me like a drug. I was as hard as a rock, and after what she just went through with that bastard, the last thing I want is for her to notice my reaction.I was so close to kissing her just now, I had to settle for pressing my forehead against hers instead of my mouth on hers. She let me hold her for a long time, and I felt her anxiety, anger, and fear slowly ebb away. I have no clue how this new connection works, but ever since she linked me and let me share her hearing and emotions, the emotional link has stayed open. I figure it has to do with the mate bond, but I do not understand how she activated it. Thor and Zanthe are talking now too, which is unusual. Wolves typically only speak to their close friends’ or family, or Mat

Lincoln's POVMy feet don’t sting anymore—Lex must have healed any scrapes—and I have no idea what the point of running barefoot was, aside from punishing us. Still, I made it.Once everyone returns to the field, Baxter waits for the usual grumbling to die down, then yells, “You’ve all had time to figure out your teammates by now. Get into those teams.”Oh crap. I have no clue who is on my team. Inwardly, I groan at the thought of admitting that in front of everyone. My dread intensifies when I see Logan and his unit approach Baxter, looking sheepish, and get loudly reamed out for not knowing their allocations.Steeling myself, I reluctantly shuffle that way, preparing for my own public embarrassment, when Zahra steps in front of me.“Hi, Alpha!” she chirps. That makes me halt mid-step.“Hi. Are you on my team?” Her smirk and the glint in her eye say it all.“Yes,” she confirms, and relief crashes over me. At least I do not have to face a Baxter tirade like Logan. My idiot brother is

Zahra's POVZanthe leads our team out of the trees at a brisk trot, a calmer pace than earlier. We picked up the last item—a T-shirt from the Gamma of White Fang—about twenty minutes ago, and Clint was puffing like a train when he dropped it into the bag. The other two wolves were blowing like bellows, so we slowed our pace on the return trip.We took a quick stop at a stream to gulp water, then ran straight back here. Zanthe is barely winded, which I love. It is proof all our training with Alison and Greg paid off. She insists it is because my fitness directly boosts hers. I am not going to argue with that.The sun is still pretty high by the time we make it back to the benches outside the main cabin. Baxter, Edwardo, and Blake are lounging at a picnic table on the lawn, deep in conversation. They stop talking and turn as we approach, and I notice no one else is around—either we are the first group or everyone else is already inside.Zanthe pads over to our clothes on a nearby bench,